Director's cut by Mr E. Edward Grey Submitted by SIssy Suzette La Soubrette Scene One: Backstage "Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?" I hear Miss Debra's cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the reflection of her pretty face, as she playfully peeks between the lush heavy folds of the stage curtain that separates this luxurious dressing area from the rest of the conservatory. "My, I see Fifi has been as attentive to detail as ever!" Miss Debra parts the curtain, then slowly and confidently strides around my dressing stand with feline grace, as if sizing up the extent of my humiliating - and to her - amusing predicament. "Remind me to give her a special reward for being such a good little French maid, won't you, Darling? Yes, a well-deserved reward for naughty Fifi. First, some playtime with you, Darling, then I'll spank her little bubble butt for being so naughty to you, followed by a nice pummeling of her puss and bottom with my favorite, strap-on. Mmmm!" JINGLE JINGLE My pretty bells jingle an enthusiastic affirmative to her plans as I find myself automatically responding to her the best way I can under the circumstances; by nodding my head the few fractions of an inch that are permitted by my neck corset and restraints, including check reins attached to my gag strap and to the display stand, keeping my head very erect and practically immobile. I also wiggle my bottom and breasts, as I've been trained to do under Miss Debra's and Fifi's attentive supervision and the encouragement of their paddles, whips, and gloved palms, mixed ever so liberally with their girlish cajoling, laughing eyes, and sweet baby talk, like one might talk to a treasured puppy. Speaking of puppies, it occurs to me that I'm demonstrating a Pavlovian response to Miss Debra. I feel like I just want to dissolve into the thick carpet below me, or at least assume my proper position on my hands and knees, collared and cock leashed for walkies with my attentive wife and owner, Miss Debra du Tois. Walkies? Wait! What? I am so mortified to find myself - formerly a very masculine, independent, self-reliant male - responding to Miss Debra in such a humiliating way, as the well-trained lesbian-esque sex pet that I have become under her unrelenting control and tutelage. "Oh I could just eat you up, Babykins!" she beams as she stops directly in front of me, her beautiful face close to mine, patting me on the head like you would a small child or an adored pet. Ohhh! How condescending! Her wonderful perfume, her smile, her sparkling eyes, her thin, arched brows, her oh-so-kissable prettily painted lips, all intoxicate me with her femininity. "Mmmmm," I sigh. Heaven! I feel butterflies in my tummy being this close to her, whenever I'm close to her. I can't get enough of her and she knows it. I'm a goner. Hopelessly in love, and hopelessly under her mischievous and delicious torments and humiliations. Women! "What's that, Darling? Oh, you like my perfume, do you? How sweet. It's the one you bought for me in Paris. Remember? Such a lovely gift, Precious. Yes, and such a sweet, precious girly girl you've turned out to be," she smiles affectionately patting my cheek. "And don't you just love how Fifi has fixed my hair and applied my cosmetics?" she exclaims twirling her well manicured forefinger in one of her dangling red tendrils and batting her lush lashes at me. So flirtatious. I'm smitten. JINGLE JINGLE "Hah! And I just love your pretty hairdo and pale pink outfit, Darling! It's just like mine. We're twinsies! Except for your shiny little bells, of course," playfully flicking the bells attached to my sturdy nipple rings. Drumming her shiny red fingernails on my exposed breasts, she brings her face close to my ringed and belled nipples, as if to examine them closely. "Your rings are a tad sturdier than mine, Pet. But yours are quite suitable for one of your - uh, station, my darling lesbian fuck slut. Yes, quite suitable for my living sex doll. Don't ya' think?" JINGLE JINGLE Smiling mischievously, she steps back and continues walking around me as if sizing up a horse at auction. d, setting my erection to sway back and forth, like a happy toy vying for her attention. I blush again with embarrassment at my humiliating state of arousal, especially dressed and displayed as I am now. "Mmmmmmmm!" She rests her hands gently on my bare shoulders, and nonchalantly pulls the bra strap of my pretty pink, quarter-cup satin brassiere, as I had done to so many of my girlfriends. That was a lifetime ago, it seems. If they could only see me now! What? No! What am I thinking? I take that back! I would die of mortification if my dozen or so prior girlfriends could see me now -- like this! I can't imagine how embarrassing that would be. Eeek! "How about a little slut stroking for my cherished pet? Slut stroking and finger fucking? We have time, and you'd like that, wouldn't you, my little fuck toy?" she seductively whispers in my right ear as she deftly pulls the ribbon of my embarrassingly large cock bow, letting the untied pink ribbon and bell fall to the thick carpet. Then she unstraps the dildo that impales my bottom, pulling the narrow leather crotch strap up through the o-ring of the dildo, but leaving the pale pink strap dangling from the back of my corset. She slowly and teasingly eases the dildo out of my bottom, but can't resist pushing it in and pulling it out several times.... in-out, in-out, in-out, in-out, in-out. "Aaaahhh! Oooooooh!" "Mmm, I think my pleasure pet likes this," she continues whispering as she fucks me with my own cock - well, the replica of my cock. Her soft, airy whispers tickle my ear and give me goosebumps. She knows how ticklish I am. She often tickle tortures me with a mere whisper, or lightly running her pretty nails along my sides and on my neck under my jaw….or even by just pretending like she is going to tickle me. It's too easy. She loves it. She loves to make me squirm and watch me try to get away, which, when I'm, say, perched atop ballet booties, is nigh impossible. Actually, I love it, too. I'm a tickle masochist. But I love to see her smile and giggle, even if it's at my own expense. Hmmm. Does that make me a masochist or an adoring lover, I wonder. Finally, she removes the cock completely. It seems to exit my round bottom in slow motion. And with a plop, out it comes. I'm embarrassed by the squishy sound and the feeling that my bottom seems reluctant to see it go. I reflexively wiggle, causing my bells to jingle, as if they are mocking me. Mistress purrs and giggles.ok "Now, Pet, how did you tell me it works? Oh yes, slut stroking; stroke stroke stroke... each stroke away from your body, like so. Oui, Mademoiselle? Generating just the right amount of friction to keep you soooo hard but soooo unable to realize your - uh - potential, so to speak! Non? Steady now, Girl!" Almost simultaneously she begins to finger fuck my bottom, still liberally lubricated from the dildo. squish squish squish The dressing room is quite for several moments, except for the squishing sound of her finger fucking me, the creaking of my display stand, and my soft moans of bliss. Miss Debra is taking in every detail; every reaction, reflected in my big blue eyes, fluttering lush lashes, and my bottom which pouts back towards her naughty finger like a hungry pussy. Oh if only she'll give me a prostate orgasm! But those are usually reserved for my bi-weekly milkings. "The herb concoction we're feeding you will be sure to keep you hard, Pet, and right where I want you, my little fuck slut; as my lesbian love-love, with a permanent 'dildo' toy to play with," she chuckles, playfully spanking the underside of my erection. Miss Debra casually slut strokes and cock spanks me with her bare right hand while slowly finger fucking me with her latex-clad left. Resting her chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror, humming some light airy tune, as if she's milking a cow in the barn. There's that word again! Milking! My big blue eyes flash back and forth between her pretty right hand on my hard, oiled cock, and her beautiful face, which are her only features I can see in the mirror. Two pretty, feminine faces, side by side, her's and mine. Her feminine arm reaching around my 26-inch corseted waist, stroking and spanking the last vestige of my masculinity with her skillful fingers. I'm so embarrassingly feminized and displayed, my naughty cock jutting so provocatively - so brazenly - through the open crotch of my pale pink ruffled panties. I think it has a mind of its own. I'm watching all this in the reflection of the mirror, almost like a disinterested bystander, except for the butterflies flitting about in my tummy, and the naughty fairies dancing around in my pretty little head. "Oooooooooooo!!" "My my, Darling! Judging by your reaction, you must be thinking some very naughty thoughts in that pretty little head of yours! Such a naughty naughty girl!" she teases. Then, with a dreamy look in her eyes, "As a matter of fact, I can hardly wait to have your pretty little head strapped between my thighs, right where it belongs! Won't you just love that? Being right where you belong, Darling? My cute little lesbian pussy slave? Well, if you're a good girl, maybe I'll strap your pretty little head into my crotch harness later, after the show. IF you're a good girl. And you do want to be my good girl, don't you, Sweet? Your lush mouth, tongue, and teeth servicing my needy puss-puss while Fifi bangs your bum with her strap-on? Sounds delicious, non, mon amour?" JINGLE JINGLE My long lush lashes flutter as I get lost in her naughty words and tender, skillful ministrations to my oiled cock and plundered bum. Oh her rhythmic finger fucking! She owns me! "Mmmmm, your lips look so full, so succulent, Pet... so ripe for nibbling. I want to taste them. I think it was a great idea of yours to switch to the Henna dye. The stain doesn't rub off, and it lasts so long. You're brilliant, once again! You men are such smarties," she adds, giggling. "Mmmmmmmmm!" Miss Debra lifts herself up on tiptoe, tilting her body forward over my shoulder, pressing her beautiful breasts into my back as she reaches around to sensuously lick my face and flick my stretched pink lips with her tongue. The chiffon of her diaphanous bodice tickles my sensitive skin. "Mmmmm, very tasty. Don't you feel silly now for objecting to my decision to have your sweet lips filled out so they're all full and pouty? That lipo transplantation procedure has done wonders for your appearance -- as have your beautiful new breasts," she whispers in my ear, probing it with her wet tongue. "I think using your own fat to make the enhancements we've made to your cheeks and lips was a wonderful idea of yours. I am so glad you happened to mention it, though I'm sure you had no idea what I was up to when I asked you to check into various cosmetic procedures, such as fat injections and breast implants," she smiles, gently scratching the underside of my perky C-cup breasts. Her well-manicured fingernails feel like heaven through the pink satin of my daring bra, as she slowly scratches my new breasts back and forth, up and down. They are so sensitive. My nipples are so hard! And the nipple rings and bells feel so heavy! "Of course the research wasn't for ME, silly!" she chides, playfully tugging on my large, sturdy stainless steel rings that are permanently attached to my elongated nipples, highlighted by the mortifying nipple holders that tug my nipples straight out, as if on proud display. Wincing, I muse to myself, "Thank goodness the piercings have healed completely!" Tweaking the tips of my hard nipples as she talks, Miss Debra continues, "But isn't that what you thought, Darling? At first, I mean? You're such a smartie pants. You thought that I was on my way to being transformed into your ideal pleasure pet! No no! I wanted YOU to come up with ways to feminize yourself! That's the beauty of it, don't you see? You did all this research on ways for a woman to look and feel more feminine; ways for her to become a dollified bimbo slut for her lover, but what you didn't realize, silly head, was that these techniques would be used to utterly and irreversibly feminize YOU, my darling dolly! Aren't I simply diabolical sometimes? Yep, you certainly outsmarted me once again, Darling! I didn't stand a chance against your male intellect. Or did I? Heeheehee. I think we see who is the real smartie pants here, don't we, my prettily pantied pet?" laughing, obviously pleased with herself, tousling my red locks. I look up in alarm at my reflection to see if she's damaged my well-coiffed hair, then blush in embarrassment to think that this even occurred to me. I realize how successful she has been in feminizing me, making me her lesbian Barbie doll. So much for me being a smartie pants. Now I'm her smartly pantied slut. "I've so enjoyed the journey of turning you into my darling little feminized plaything, Darling. My adorable and forever adored sex pet! And don't you feel all better now that you aren't one of those hairy chauvinistic males any more? You are so much sweeter and more agreeable now, the way your are; as my lesbo, sissified slut," she smiles, playfully licking my cheek again while casually flicking my nipple rings back and forth. I watch her from the corner of my eye, totally entranced by her scent, her eyes, her touch, her control. "And speaking of pets and animals, we should get you prepared for your debut as my beautiful pleasure pony girl, don't you think? Tea time, you know. And Fifi is a stickler for starting afternoon tea on time. Those Brits!" she sighs in mock exasperation. Miss Debra, so charmingly emotive; again with the dramatic flourishes. I am in shock, my eyes wide. "A pleasure pony girl?" I wonder, the words creating vivid images of creaking leather harnesses, bridles, bells, check reins, brightly colored plumes….. How utterly, completely humiliating - to be treated and harnessed like a pretty --- horsey! A show pony? In front of a gaggle of giggling women?! Eek! sissy sally was careless when cleaning the bathroom and got her sissy maid's uniform all wet. As a consequence her Mistress (who wishes to remain anonymous), commanded sally to write a 2000 word essay on looking after her uniform. Her Mistress has given me permission to publish sally's essay here. All aspiring sissy maids should take heed of the advice contained within! A sissy is expected to look after her uniform A sissy's uniform is carefully selected and provided by her kind superiors as an extension of their sense for fashion and appearance, It is the sissy maids utmost duty to treat her uniform with care and respect. A sissy maid should always feel honored to perform her duty in a beautiful garment chosen for her by her superiors and never neglect or disregard her outfit. If a sissy maid shows disrespect to her dress, she also shows disrespect to her superior and employer. The sissy maid will be happy to adhere to endless strict exercise and diet regimens in order to maintain a body shape that will allow her to wear her uniform to its best effect and perform her duties without tiring. In order to wear a sissy maids precious uniform her body must be scrubbed and be completely hairless from the nose down. To complete the desired look of the uniform, the sissy maid is also required to grow out her hair and have it colored and fashioned as determined by her superiors. Her eyebrows must be shaped or shaved off completely and reapplied in a fashion that pleases the eye. Make-up, nail and toe-colors may be necessary to achieve the desired look and are considered part of the uniform. Ears or other body parts may need to be pierced once or multiple times to apply jewelry and accessories provided by the superior. But not only the garments and physical body is part of the uniform. The mind must be incorporated as well. A pleasant attitude must be maintained all day. The sissy maid will be positive and keep a smile on her face while performing her duties. The interaction with superiors must always radiate endless gratitude, humility and obedience to everyone. A sissy-maids appearance reflects on her superiors and is to be immaculate without exception. The sissy-maids uniform must at all times be spotless, free of creases and smudges. Seams are to be perfectly straight, pleats are to be neatly ironed, shoes are to be spotlessly polished and shiny, bows are to be perfectly tied, arranged and centered, collars, cuffs, ruffles and lace are to be starched and wrinkle free. Ruffles must be arranged neatly and fall evenly without kinks or creases. Aprons and pinafores are part of the appearance and not to be regarded as protective layers that can be stained. They must remain just as pristine as any other part of the sissy maids uniform. All buttons, zippers, laces and other fasteners have a purpose and are required to be closed as thorough and tight as possible. They are not to be opened or loosened during the sissy maids hours of duty. Collars are to be buttoned to the last button and to remain that way throughout the day. Cuffs will remain buttoned and sleeves are never to be rolled up. A skillful sissy maid will never feel the need to undo any buttons or fasteners on her uniform to perform her duties. A skillful sissy maid will never be seen kneeling on her skirt or with the tips or any polished part of her shoes touching the floor. A skillful sissy maid will always prefer crouching over kneeling and should train to maintain the position in extended sessions during her free time. A skillful sissy maid will never risk creases or wrinkles in her uniform caused by sitting down or resting. If a sissy maid is dismissed and sent to her room during the day to have her out of the way and her superiors can have some privacy, she will stand quietly in the corner of the room until she is called back or until her bedtime in order to keep her uniform in shape. Neither will she remove her shoes or any other part of her uniform or unbutton or loosen any fasteners. Once dressed, the Uniform should be tempered with as little as possible. The use of the toilet should only happen before and after duty. Irregular toilet breaks always require permission and should not be awarded more than twice per month, or must face consequences otherwise. Staining the uniform in any way during a toilet break will always require corporal punishment with a cane and discarding the filthy item to be replaced on the sissy maids salary. Smudges and stains are the sign of a sloppy sissy maid who needs to be reprimanded. The sissy maid is at all times required to constantly observe and check her outfit for possible flaws. There are no acceptable excuses for failure to display a flawless uniform If the sissy maid has stained herself she was careless and irresponsible If the stain happened by accident with another person involved, the sissy maid is at fault for not anticipating it. If the stain happened by the deliberate action of another person, the sissy maid is at fault for angering the person or provoking their action in some way. The sissy maid must keep a book on herself to note any flaw or mishap regarding her outfit for her superior to check at any time. Any failures in keeping a perfect appearance must immediately be remedied, as well as noted to be reported to a superior at their next moment of convenience or before an inspection. The sissy maid should always volunteer any and all noted flaws, show remorse and ask for penance out of her own free will in order to reduce her punishment. However, even the smallest flaw must always be reprimanded as not so set any ill examples for lenience the maid could get used to. Uniform flaws that are discovered during inspections without being noted should be subject to harsher and more extended punishments. The attempt to hide a flaw from a superior must always result in immediate corporal punishment and extended disciplinary measures that will add a element of constant discomfort to the maids daily duties for no less than a week. The sissy maid is required to keep a daily record of her weight and note it in her book for effortless review. If a certain weight is exceeded or an upward trend is noticed, the maid must report and volunteer to skip meals. Additionally starvation diets, food restrictions or frequent fasting days may be awarded by her superiors for good measure. A sissy-maids uniform is far more important and valuable than the maid herself and therefore must be honored and regarded like a superior itself. The sissy will show gratitude and respect to her uniform every morning by arranging it in front of her. The sissy will curtsy before her uniform and say "It is an honor for this sissy to be completed as a maid by this wonderful garment. I submit my body to its shape and be grateful to be confined in it's embrace" Then the sissy will kneel and place a kiss on the hem of the skirt and on the tip of each shoe. The sissy maid will always wear a suitable foundation to achieve the desired effect and shape of her dress. Male parts must be strictly tucked away and remain confined in a way to leave no room for expansion or bulging. A tight gaff will provide a suitable female shape. Bras will be padded to fit the shape of the dress. Tight girdles and shape wear will be used in layers to reduce the waist and pad the hips. Great care must be taken in the regular washing and ironing of the uniform. It is the sissy maids duty to ensure there will always be a pristine uniform available to be worn each morning. There must be no difference in the attention to detail and care between laundering and ironing a superior's garments or the maids uniform. Underwear and foundation are to be changed on a daily basis and no uniform or apron is to be worn for more than two days in a row. The laundry and drying of the sissy maids uniform and garments may be performed with the superiors clothes, but all folding, pressing and ironing will be done on the maids free time in the early morning along with shoes and jewelry that must be polished daily before application and treatment of leather implements that must be conditioned and buffed. The maids uniform is provided free of charge to the maid and considered part of the sissy maids payment by her superior. Any damaged part of the uniform that cannot be cleaned or mended must be replaced on the maids salary. Since the salary of the sissy maid is paid in food, bed and the pleasure to serve a superior, her only way of reimbursement is by working longer hours and forfeiting free days. The monetary value of sissy maids hourly work is deemed a third of the lowest local minimum wage given to regular people. In conclusion it must be said, that the sissy maid must always be held accountable to all matters regarding her uniform. All responsibility is on her side while all demands and regulation fall to the part of the superior. Her training must focus on her understanding that she must never complain or argue about any maintenance and upkeep for the uniform required and the superior only ever be concerned about suitable punishment for any reports the sissy maid will deliver on her own accord. The uniform itself is like a golden cage in which the sissy maid is both trapped and displayed. It causes her suffering and hardship, yet it shows her as a pleasure to behold by the superior and all regular people who will see nothing but a smiling servant ready to do as told. It is only right that the sissy maid should spend her time slaving away in this garment of humiliation and servitude while taking care that no harm will come to it, like she would be polishing the bars of her own prison. That must be her mindset and that must be how she sees her role in a household. To suffer and serve all the people above her who have no regard for the sissy maid other than to decide ways how she can make their lives easier and to look pretty while doing so. So the uniform is not only a prison and punishment but also a training tool for the maid to learn her place in the world. A place where everything needs to be kept in order for people other than herself and the slightest deviation from that path will be met with punishment and extended discomfort and increasingly growing servitude and duties to her superiors. At last there is the issue of purity. The uniform is a symbol of virtues like humility in submitting to others in servitude, or obedience to their superiors, yet it is also a symbol of cleanliness and purity. Therefore the sissy maid wearing it should remain pure herself regardless of being inside or out of the garment. The sissy maid should be made to remain in perpetual chastity and never touch herself or allow sinful thoughts into her mind. To that end a chastity device may be required to be installed to help the sissy maid to achieve this goal. The device is to be chosen as small as possible to bring discomfort to the slightest stir and swelling. Also it should keep the confined parts well tucked away between the sissy maids legs to make her sit to pee like she is supposed to. The key to the device may be held by the superior, or thrown away or destroyed in front of her, because there should be no need for the cage to be removed once the sissy maid is safely confined in it. The permanent cage will also serve as a reminder that the sissy maid may take off her uniform but will forever be bound to return to it, care for it and worship it as a garment of beauty, a companion of servitude and a sanctuary of purity. for the rest of her life. The Wedding of Brenda and Matthew
by sissy karen Previous Chapter: Chapter 10 It was the day before Brenda and Matthews wedding. I had been up since 5:30am busy with laundry duties and then preparing and serving everyone breakfast in bed. Oh how I hated having to serve Brenda and Matthew breakfast in bed. Matthew would always be naked in bed and sit up showing of his well built chest. He would caress or kiss Brenda making sure to rub it in that he was the one who was intimate with Brenda now. As I brought their trays in and then poured some coffee for them Brenda said, “I need you to drive Matthew to his hotel at about 10am Georgie, report here 5 minutes before to collect his things.” “Yes Mistress Brenda.” I meekly replied. As I wandered back downstairs to get Mother’s breakfast I thought that was unusual that Matthew was going to a hotel tonight. I prepared Mother’s breakfast then took it up to her. After knocking on the door I was summoned into her room. She was wearing a silky night dress that revealed a little of her cleavage. I hated the fact that I was so pent up in chastity that this woman who made my life hell and was so much older than me could make my little clitty swell in its metal prison. I averted my gaze immediately. “You will be spending the afternoon with Mrs Von Donnersmack giving the church a deep clean. She will let you in and show you where everything else and tell you what needs to be done. Meet her there at 11am. You will wear your working maids dress.” “Yes Mother.” I then said. “Brenda said I had to drop Matthew off at the hotel first.” “I knew that silly girl! Record 2 demerits in your demerit book for speaking unnecessarily and another for speaking without raising your hand and asking for permission! You will have plenty of time for both chores.” I scolded myself internally, I was still getting used to this rule of not speaking without permission. I was only allowed to say “Yes Mother.” To acknowledge I had heard and understood a command. To say anything else I needed to raise my hand to ask permission to speak. I had to be careful when asking too. If Mother deigned that I should have already known the answer I could earn more demerits for asking an inappropriate question. “Yes Mother.” I replied. After I cleaned up the breakfast things I had my gruel, a porridge made of the cheapest oats, cooked in water, no milk, no sugar. It was distasteful but filling. I did a little more cleaning before it was time to get ready to leave. I reported to Brenda and Matthew’s room, picked up his suitcase and suit bag and put them in the car. I returned to the hallways and I was waiting near the door, hands on head, nose to the wall for Matthew. My compulsory position for waiting. Matthew came down with Brenda and they were talking to each other. Matthew said, “This seems a bit silly, me having to stay at a hotel on the night before our wedding darling.” “It’s tradition Matthew darling, the groom is not supposed to see his bride on the wedding day.” “It’s all a bit of old wive’s tales if you ask me!” “Come on, it will make Mother happy.” “How can I ever last one night without making love to my beautiful woman?” He then pushed her against the wall and started kissing her passionately. Rubbing his hands over her breasts. It was like I wasn’t even there. After a while Brenda pushed him away giggling and said, “Awww I know it’s so hard for you Matthew”. She fondled his crotch as she said the word “hard” in her most sexy deep voice. “One night of chastity, my poor poor Matthew.” She kissed him lightly on the face. “I know it’s such a big ask for you, but I am sure you will get through. I will make it up on the wedding night, don’t you worry.” As she said that Brenda was licking her lips very seductively. It was killing me to see her act like this. I burned with jealousy and arousal. Here she was feeling sorry for Matthew for having to put up with one night without sex while I had been locked in this damn cage for over a year! What I would have given for just one of those tiny sweet kisses from Brenda. Finally Matthew said, “OK then, just for you my sweet fiancé, come on Georgie girl let’s go.” I followed Matthew out carrying his bags and we were soon driving to his hotel. On the way there in the car he rubbed his crotch non stop, saying over and over how hard it was going to be for him, not to not have sex with Brenda for one whole day. How horny she made him feel and how he was going to ravish and fuck her so hard tomorrow night. It all just made me feel more and more jealous and sorry for myself. We arrived at the hotel and I followed behind Matthew, carrying his things up to his room. He made me iron his shirt for the wedding day before dismissing me. As I ironed he took off his pants and laid on the bed. “Your shirt is done Sir, I have to go and clean the church now.” “Before you go Georgie girl just come over her and kneel beside the bed.” A feeling of fear washed over my body, what was he going to do?“ He sat up and swung around, spreading his legs either side of me, his bulging cock outlined by his jockey style underpants. “See this Georgie Girl?” “Yes, Sir.” “Do you like what you see?” What was I to say? I fell to my default answer, “Yes Sir.” “I thought as much you fairy faggot. Eleanor told me about your new boyfriend.” He was referring to Georgette from the “Ladies Only” store. I wondered who else Mother had told. He then slipped down his underpants and revealed his huge cock. It was a good 8 inches maybe more and very thick too. “This is the cock that fucks your ex wife now Georgie Girl, that pleases her like you and your tiny cock never did.” The humiliation and shame burned. “I think you need to show gratitude for this cock don’t you?” I knew what I had to say, “Yes SIr.” “Add how are you going to do that Georgie Girl?” I was squirming inside with shame. I hoped to all hope that my words would be enough. “Thank you most huge cock of Sir Matthew for pleasing my wife.” “I said show gratitude Georgie girl not just say it!” He tapped his cock against my nose. And then he said, “You are going to worship my cock Georgie Girl with your mouth” He tapped it a few more times against my nose, it was very hard now. I didn’t want to suck his cock, I had never sucked a man’s cock before and I was repulsed by the thought! I knew I wasn’t gay but more and more I was being forced to act like it. It was killing me. First having to kiss Georgette and now this! I resisted licking it and then Master Matthew started slapping my face with his big hard cock, back and forth over my cheeks. I just had to accept it. “Start by licking my balls Georgie Girl, show me how much you are grateful to me!” I slid a little lower and hesitated for a second. “Georgie! Don’t make me tell Mother you were being disobedient!” I was in a quandary, I was sure Mother wouldn’t approve of this gay sex act but who knows what Matthew would say. All he would have to say is I was disobedient and there would be hell to pay. I realised I had no choice and tentatively started to kiss Sir Matthews balls. He lay his cock over my face as I licked. I looked up at him and he was looking at his phone. He turned it around and briefly showed me a picture of Brenda wearing a set of lacy black lingerie. It brought a memory flooding back to me. I had bought that lingerie for her not long after we married. She laughed at me when I gave it to her and told me there was no way she would ever wear that! Here she was dressing up in it and letting Matthew photograph her in it. It was a very revealing half cup bra with a pretty red lace trimming under the cups. There was a black garter belt that attached to black fishnet stockings and a very skimpy black g string. Matthew only gave me a quick glance but I was certain it was the lingerie set I had bought her all those years ago that she had refused to wear for me. “Start licking cock girl, big licks up the length of the shaft.” This was it, my cock sucking virginity had been taken. I slowly and tentatively ran my tongue up his shaft. I was about halfway up when Matthew said. “Look up Georgie ….smile” I smiled and then the flash in the camera lit up and he took a photo of me licking his massive cock! I was horrified! “Please Matthew , don’t take a photo of me!” With that he slapped me hard across the face. “Don’t you tell me what to do or I will show this to Mother! You better do what you are told if you know what is good for you girl! Keep licking.” I returned to the big cock, my face stinging and any self respect long gone. After a while Matthew began to push his cock into my mouth. “Suck girl, suck like you mean it” He continued to look at the photo of Brenda. He drove the cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, I could feel it pushing on my throat. I was gagging but too afraid to pull out. Luckily it wasn’t for much longer and he released his cock and came all over my face. I felt the warm cum hit me on the nose cheeks and eyes. Matthew took another photo of me and started laughing hard. “You will look like a faggot now Georgie girl!” I got up and went to go to the bathroom. “Uh Uh, No you don’t, stay on your knees faggot! If you ever disobey me I will be showing these pics to Mother so guess who is going to be my fluff on the side whenever Brenda isn’t in the mood. I call you, you come understand?” “Yes Sir.” I knelt there feeling the cum dribble down my face. “May I wash my face now Sir?” “No, you’re not using my bathroom. You can piss off and start getting the church clean.” “Yes SIr.” Just then Sir Matthew’s phone rang, it was Mother. I heard Matthew say, “Georgie is late is he? He should be there soon , he left 10 minutes ago.” As he said that he waved me out the door. I was going to be in more trouble. As I walked out of the hotel, I was trying to wipe the cum off my face. I had to walk past a few people and tried to hide my face from them. I felt so humiliated. I felt so used. I had never done that to a man before. I knew I wasn’t gay but I couldn’t deny getting aroused, my cock straining in its cage. Surely it was just the chastity. My head was spinning with doubt and anxiety. I saw a clock in the lobby it was already 11:05 and it was a 15 minute drive to the church. To make matters worse Matthew told Mother I had left 10 minutes ago so they would be expecting me any minute, There would be hell to pay for keeping Mrs Von Donnersmack waiting. I pulled up out the front of the church and there was Mrs Von Donnersmack with Miss ClaireVon Donnersmack too. Both were looking mighty angry. Miss Von Donnersmack with her hands on hips. “Where the hell have you been and it looks like you haven't cleaned your face!” I squirmed in embarrassment and fear, I thought I had wiped all of Sir Matthews cum off my face. I hope she didn’t notice what it was. “Hand me your demerit book Georgie.” “Sorry Mrs Von Donnersmack I left it in the car.” “Well, get it NOW!” She was screaming. I quickly ran to get my demerit book. I handed it to her and she started writing in it. “Well, I have things to do today, which I am now going to be late for thanks to you. Claire has kindly agreed to supervise your cleaning duties. I hope for your sake Georgie you do a good job! Goodbye!” She gave Claire (or as I had to call her Miss Von Donnersmack) the demerit book and a kiss and then left. “Bye Mother.” “Goodbye Mrs Donnersmack.” “Follow me Georgie” said Miss Von Donnersmack. I walked behind Miss Von Donnersmack and couldn’t help appreciate her perfectly shaped bottom. My mind had been conditioned now with fear and I immediately averted my gaze. Mothers strict training was working. The church looked pretty clean from what I could see, I thought this shouldn’t take too long. How wrong I could be! Miss Von Donnersmack led me through the church and around through the vestry to the utility room. She ordered me to get some rags, a window cleaner, wood polish, glass cleaner and a ladder.We returned to the church. “First job Georgie is the windows. First clean with the window cleaner and rag and then with the squeegee, they are to be perfect, no streaks , no marks nothing understand?” Her voice was immediately very bossy, she was a natural. Start with the feature window behind the altar then work your around inside and then outside. “Yes Miss Von Donnersmack” It was a huge job, the feature window was stained glass and was about 20 metres high and 10 metres wide. Being stained glass it was harder to notice any dirty marks but the lead that marked of the different coloured areas meant it was not a smooth surface and not easily squeegeed. This was going to take a while. “I am putting a timer on you Georgie. You have two and a half hours to finish the windows. It is 11:30 am now, I will be back at 2pm hours to inspect.” With that she walked out of the church. There would be no lunch break for me. Besides the stained glass feature window behind the altar there were 6 large windows that had to be cleaned inside and out. That gave me a little over 10 minutes on each window surface! I would have to hurry. For the next 2 and a half hours I worked as hard and as fast as I could. When I changed windows, I would quickly climb down and run with the ladder to the next window. It was often hard to know if a stain was on the side you were cleaning or the other side and I would over compensate and rub harder to make sure. I was just starting on the last window and looked at the clock it was 1:55pm. I wasn’t going to finish in time. I then heard the sounds of two young women talking, I looked down and it was Miss Von Donnersmack and another girl with her who I didn’t know. She looked a bit older than Miss Von Donnersmack and very street smart and tough. She was wearing a tight fitting singlet top, which displayed some ample cleavage, tight denim shorts with those fashionable rips in them and a back the front baseball cap suppressed her frizzy black hair that spilled out behind. She also had two nose piercings. She had strong muscular arms and taut legs. She was wearing a pair of black heeled boots too. She looked a world apart from the straight laced Miss Von Donnersmack. I kept working at the window as fast as I could but before I could finish it I heard Miss Von Donnersmack call out. “Times up Georgie, get down her now!” “Please Mis von Donnersmack I am nearly finished.” “Don’t talk back to me, get down here now! There will be consequences for back chat!” “Oh shit” more trouble I thought to myself and scurried down the ladder. I stood before the two girls nervously. “This is my friend Thalia Georgie, you will call her Ms Thalia understood?” “Yes Miss von Donnersmack, Hello Ms Thalia.” Ms Thalia ignored me but said to Claire. “So this is the faggot you were talking about Claire, Ha! Pathetic!” The sneering way she said “faggot” made my skin crawl. “Can I see his cage Claire?” “Show Thalia your cage Georgie!” I hesitated, surely she wasn’t serious? We were in a church for goodness sake and I had never met this girl Thalia before. “But Miss Von Donnersmack, please, not here….” With that Ms Thalia slapped me across my face. “Claire said show me your cage, so show me faggot!” Her voice was aggressive, threatening. “You don’t want me to tell your Mother in law you were disobedient Georgie.” said Miss Von Donnersmack. My feeble resistance melted, I pulled up my dress and lowered my panties, revealing my cage enclosed cock. Thalia began laughing. “That is so messed up! Ha Ha! He really he can’t get it off!” She then pulled at my cock cage hard, hurting me. I cried out and she just laughed harder. “Please stop it Ms Thalia.” “Don’t tell me what to do sissy fag! Or Claire will tell your Mummy how naughty you are!” They both laughed harder. I was awash with shame and humiliation. She yanked my cage again upwards hard, then pulled it down. I cried out again. As she pulled it, Ms Thalia said, “Now repeat after me….I am a sissy faggot who loves to suck mens cocks.” “W,w,w,wwhat?” I said mumbling in disbelief. She then slapped me hard across the face. “Say it faggot!” she raised her voice threateningly. My face was stinging “I am a sissy faggot who loves to suck mens cocks.” “Say it again, louder this time fag” This was so cruel, I could hear Miss Von Donnersmack giggling but couldn’t stop thinking about the earlier incident with Matthew. “I am a sissy faggot who loves to suck Men’s cocks.” They were both shrieking with laughter now. Ms Thalia then yanked down hard on my chastity cage. Then she let go, stepped back and kicked me in my balls, I yelled out loudly and collapsed on the floor in agony. The two girls were laughing hysterically now Miss Von Donnersmack then said. “Get up Georgie! We have to punish it now Thalia, It didn’t finish the windows in time.” The two sadistic bitches laughed and smiled, they were enjoying this. “What shall we do to punish him Thalia?” “You mean punish HER!” There was more cruel laughter at my expense. Thalia then said, “I think 3 more kicks to its balls.” “Please No, I beg MsThalia.” I was desperate not to experience that again but I got no mercy from Ms Thalia, she said, “Shut up fag, now spread your legs and get you hands behind your head.” I did as I was told and stood there shaking in nervous fear and anticipation. All my instincts wanted to cover my balls and protect them, it was like overcoming a magnetic force to get my hands back behind my head. Somehow I did it. I watched Thalia swing her foot back and then land another cruel kick right in my balls, forcing the caged cock to push up. I cried out in absolute agony and fell again lying on he floor. Curled up in excruciating pain. “Get up fag, hands behind your head now!” Ms Thalia hissed at me. She gave me no time to recover. My balls were killing me, I was weak in the knees, sweat pouring off my face. I felt sick and overcome with fear. But somehow I found the strength to obey and forced myself back up and into position. Ms Thalia had a smile of pure evil on her face. I was overcome with fearful dread. Then kick! “Ahhhhh” I was floored again, the pain on top of the pain excruciating.Buckled up and clasping my crotch. I could feel tears roll down my cheek. “Look, it’s crying!” said Ms Thalia. “His mother in law is always saying how much of a cry baby he is. That is why she dresses him up in girls clothes, isn’t it Georgie?” I was in too much pain to reply, sobbing on the floor. “Answer her faggot or there will be an extra kick.” “Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I managed to say through my tears. “Yes what?” barked Ms Thalia “Mother says I am a cry baby and have to wear girls clothes.” They were laughing so much now, both of these cruel bitches revelling in my torment. “One more to go now, get up you pathetic fairy.” “Please Ms Thalia….Please…I don’t think I can take it….” I was begging through my tears. “Cut the snivelling and get in position, NOW!” This girl was cruelty personified, she had no mercy in her soul. I forced myself into position for the final kick. She raised her leg back and then stopped the kick just before it would have hit me. Nevertheless I was so on edge, I cried out and fell down again just from the anticipation. I was so scared now and on edge. The girls of course found this so amusing. There were three more “dummy” kicks before she landed the final blow. Once more sending me into the heights of the most intense awful pain. I felt sick to my stomach and was genuinely crying now. I was a total wreck curled up on the floor. I had never known pain like this. This girl was a right bitch. After a moment Miss Von Donnersmack said, “Right Georgie, next job is to polish all the pews and then wash all the floors. There is a bucket with a sponge it up the back of the church. Work your way from the front back to the back doors. You have till 6pm to finish it.” “Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I replied gingerly. I saw the bucket in the distance and noticed there was no mop. “Where is the mop Miss Von Donnersmack?” “You can’t clean a floor properly with a mop Georgie, there is a sponge in the bucket, you will be doing it on your hands and knees. Make sure you get under the pews and don’t miss an inch or I will have to report you to Mrs Falwell.” She had to be kidding! The Church was so large. Cleaning a kitchen on hands and knees was a big job but all of the church? This would be a misery, especially with my aching balls. “I will be back at 6pm and you better be finished Georgie if you know what’s good for you.” “Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” The two girls turned around to walk out, then Miss Von Donnersmack turned back and whispered to me. “Don’t you dare tell my mother that Thalia was here or you will pay dearly!” Here tone was threatening. “No Miss Von Donnersmack.” For the next four hours I slaved away, worried I wouldn’t have time to complete the tasks. I deduced from the warning that Mrs Von Donnersmack did not approve of Thalia and Miss Von Donnersmack may be in trouble if she found out. I was so angry at the two girls I tried to think of a way to help Mrs Von Donnersmack find out but I came to my senses. Those sort of ideas would only bad for me. At 5:55pm, I was just finishing the last part of the floor near the back doors. I was exhausted and starving, I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. My back hurt, my knees hurt, my hand hurt from all the scrubbing. My balls still ached from the brutal kicking too. Miss Von Donnersmack returned and a few moments later Mrs Von Donnersmack and Pastor Vorster arrived. They all greeted each other but ignored me as I finished the part of the floor. They walked through the church inspecting my work. I was surprised by the next thing I heard. It was Pastor Vorster speaking, “You have done a brilliant job Claire, the church looks in tip top condition. I can’t believe how much lighter it is with windows so clean, normally you wouldn’t be able to see in here without lights at this time.” Why was Miss Von Donnersmack being praised I thought to myself? Then Mrs Von Donnersmack said, “Yes, I am very proud of her for giving up a Friday of her holiday to supervise the cleaning of the church for the wedding, I am sure it wasn’t easy keeping Georgie focussed.” I had been slaving all day and Miss Von Donnersmack was getting the praise for the way she kept me focussed! Pastor Vorster then said. “You are a natural born leader I think Claire, I can see you as a future CEO of a large company if you can get this sort of work out of those in your charge. And to give up a day of your holiday, so unselfish. I am sure Mrs Falwell will be very grateful to you.” To give up a day! She was only here for a few minutes at the start to tell me what to do, came back with Thalia to punish me and then I didn’t see her again until 5 minutes ago! Pastor Vorster then said, “I saw Thalia Jackson as I was driving back, a few blocks from here. I can’t believe how much she has changed!” Mrs Von Donnersmack then said, “It is such a shame, she came from a good family but has completely gone off the rails. The way she dresses is disgraceful and the way she speaks too, always swearing. I have forbidden Claire from seeing her. They used to be such good friends.” “We should pray for her” said Pastor Vorster. It was all making sense now. That is why Miss Von Donnersmack had warned me not to say anything. I looked up at her and she stared back. If looks could kill I would have died that very moment. I kept quiet. Mrs Von Donnersmack then said to Miss Von Donnersmack. “Did you have to record any infractions in Georgie’s demerit book Claire?” “Yes, Mother, I sure did. She was too slow cleaning the windows, I gave her ample time but she took too long. I popped out to have a lunch and when I came back I caught her lying down having a rest! She back chatted on three occasions too. She also missed a patch of the floor under one of the pews. I have put it all in the book” Pastor Vorster said, “Eleanor will be deal with that when Georgie gets home, it is good to see you so vigilant and thorough correcting her Claire, I am impressed with your management skills. I will talk to Eleanor, I think it would be good for your development if you were involved in Georgie’s consequences too.” “I’d be more than happy to Pastor Vorster.” piped up Miss Von Donnersmack enthusiastically. “You are such an impressive young lady Claire, I can see a great career in management for you. A natural born leader. Honestly I have never seen the church cleaner and looking better because of your fine management skills.” Pastor Vorster then turned to Mrs Von Donnersmack and said, “Claire is part of the next generation of strong young female leaders in society, you have done very well raising her,” “Thank you Pastor,” said Mrs Von Donnersmack. I couldn’t believe it! I had been slaving away all day, Miss Von Donnersmack had done hardly anything! She set me to work then set off for the day, probably just hanging out with Ms Thalia, She came back for about 15 minutes to humiliate and hurt me and that was it. Now she was getting all the credit for all the work I had done and I was going to get more punishment when I got home. I was so tempted to speak up about Ms Thalia, I knew I could get Miss Von Donnersmack in a lot of trouble if she found out but my better sense got hold of me and I bit my tongue. To think I would be believed was too stupid an idea. It would end in more punishment without doubt. As usual I just sucked it up. Miss Von Donnersmack handed me my demerit book and dismissed me. I arrived home and immediately heard Mother say, “Georgie, come here immediately!” I went into the lounge room and Mother and Brenda were sitting on the lounge together with another woman who I had not met before. Also there to my surprise was Georgette, the sissy from the “Ladies only” store who Mother now called my girlfriend. I stood before them handing my demerit book to Mother. She took it off me and for once didn’t open it. “I will look at that later Georgie, this is Mrs Witherspoon who is doing the catering for the reception tomorrow. You know Georgette, give her a kiss.” “Good evening Mrs Witherspoon.” I said meekly. I walked over to Georgette and gave her a kiss on the cheek, I felt so embarrassed. “That's not how you kiss your girlfriend Georgie, kiss her on the lips.” said Brenda. Georgette blushed too as we kissed on the lips. “So this is Georgie! Eleanor has told me you and Georgette have volunteered to be waitresses and general dogsbody’s for me at the wedding reception tomorrow. It makes the event much cheaper for Matthew and Brenda because I can save two casual staff wages. Now as soon as the wedding is over the two of you are to come straight to the reception. You will be dressed in these uniforms and get ready to work your little butts off!” Mrs Witherspoon had our waitress’s uniform on hangers. They were black dresses, with white collars and puffy short sleeves. There was a white apron tied around the waist and a little white headpiece. Luckily she said we could wear flat shoes. If any of Brenda’s friends didn’t know I was a sissy yet, they sure would know after this. Mrs Witherspoon went on. “The first service will be pre dinner drinks and canapés. People will be gathered in the garden and you two will be walking around with plates of food and drinks. You will have champagne, wine, beer and sparkling water. If a guest wants something else you will have to get it for them as soon as possible.” Mother then said, “If anyone has to wait too long for a drink there will be hell to pay Georgie, understand!” “Yes Mother.” “Yes Mrs Falwell.” We both replied. Mrs Witherspoon continued, “Then the guests will move into the main reception area and will be seated at their tables. We will have a board with everyone’s name and which table they are at, you two are to help anyone who cannot find their table. Then the first service will be entree. Normally I would have 4 waitresses for a party of 80 but as we only have the two of you, you will have to hurry. No dawdling or talking to guests understand?” “Yes, Mrs Witherspoon” we replied in unison. “Entree will have to then be cleared before main course is served. After main course is cleared, champagne will have to be served for the speeches and toasts. Once the bridal waltz is finished and guests are dancing, you will then serve dessert. After clearing dessert you will continue serving drinks to the end. You are going to be busy girls aren’t you?” “Yes Mrs Witherspoon.” Mother then spoke, “At the church, the two of you are to greet all the guests and hand them the program on arrival. As you hand the program you will say, “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda and Matthew are so glad you could be here today.” Brenda then added, “Can they say “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams and the couple is so glad you could be here to witness it.” “Yes much better.” said Mother. What had got into Brenda? I thought. Mother then continued, “During the service you will stand at the back of the church for the ceremony. After the ceremony you will quickly tidy up the church, then sweep up the confetti and then hurry over to the reception hall and report to Mrs Witherspoon. Understand?” “Yes Mother.” “Yes Mrs Falwell.” I raised my hand to ask a question of Mother. Before I could speak Mrs Witherspoon said, “You have trained her so well Eleanor, needing permission to speak.” “Thank you, and if it is a question he should know the answer to, he has learned it is better not to ask. A sissy maid should be seen and not heard I always say. All his little brain is good for is processing orders.” The ladies had a good laugh. “Well, what is it Georgie?” “What am I to wear to the church Mother?” “There obviously will not be enough time for you to change silly girl! You will be wearing the waitress uniform Mrs Witherspoon just gave you. I will record a demerit for that silly question.” “What did I tell you…” Again both ladies laughed. “Now the both of you clean up the kitchen, there is some left over vegetables in the fridge. Eat them quickly, no time to heat them up then drive Georgette home. Then back home and straight to bed Georgie, you have a big day tomorrow. But before you go Georgie could you just sign this document, Brenda needs your signature before the wedding.” I looked at the piece of paper, all it had on it was a place for name signature and date, and the same for the witness. Down the bottom of the page it said page 18. I thought that was odd and hesitated. “Quick now.” said Mother “You don’t want me to start reviewing your demerit book do you?” I managed to quash my reservations and sign the document and then proceeded to forget about it. I ate the distasteful cold mush and then the both of us cleaned up the kitchen. Mother and Brenda had made a huge mess while I was out. Georgette had already eaten so I had to ensure I ate all of the disgusting cold mess myself. As we may have been in earshot of Mother we dare not speak to each other. It was only in the car that I managed to talk to Georgette. “How did you get roped into this Georgette?” “Your Mother in Law invited Mistress Vivian and Mistress Kimberly to the wedding. Vivian rang your Mother in law to accept. They got talking and the next thing I knew Vivian had volunteered me to help you. She came off the phone and said, “Good news Georgette, you have been invited to a wedding and you get to go with your girlfriend Georgie.” At first I thought that sounded interesting but when she started laughing. She didn’t tell me anymore until she dropped me over at you Mother in laws place tonight. I soon realised it wasn’t go to be much fun! Anyway we will have to be on our best behaviour.” “Yes, the place is going to be full of women who will not hesitate to tell Mother if we fail in any way!” As I dropped off Georgette, he leaned over and said, “I will do my best to help us to get us through this Georgie.” “Thanks Georgette” He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I couldn’t help myself and responded and returned the kiss. Soon we were kissing passionately. I was so starved of love and affection, I don’t know what came over me. I would never have dreamed of kissing a man before Mother took control of my life. Sexually frustrated and totally dominated, feminised and emasculated. She had changed me. Just then the car door opened. It was Mistress Vivian! “What have we here? the two love birds going for it. Get out now Georgette!” She yelled at Georgette. “Eleanor will be hearing about this. You two obviously can’t be trusted to be alone together! Go home now Georgie!” Georgette got out of the door. I saw Mistress Vivian grab him by the earlobe and march him up the stairs. There were going to be consequences for me too. My head was spinning what had become of me? The morning of the wedding, the house was all abuzz as Brenda was getting ready. My role was to just to serve food, fetch drinks and other things any of the ladies needed. The bridesmaids looked absolutely stunning in their magenta evening dresses. I had to go over to the church before I got to see Brenda in her bridal gown. The greeting of the guests as they arrived at the church was an absolute nightmare of a humiliation. Especially having to say, “Brenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams” to Brenda’s friends who knew me before Mother had taken charge of my life. The laughing and the whispered comments as they walked past were excruciating. Matthew and the groomsmen arrived early. As he walked into the church Matthew introduce me to the his groomsmen. “So this is Brenda’s ex!” said William, who then started to laugh. Matthew then said, “I think my shoes could do with a last minute shine.” and handed me a handkerchief. “I think that is a job for a maid.” I knelt down and started cleaning his shoes. The other groomsmen laughed and then made me clean their shoes too. Matthew really new how to rub salt into my wounds of humiliation. Then there were the ladies from the church. One of them just grabbed the program out of my hands, pursed her lips and shook her head disapprovingly before walking off. Mrs Richardson actually said, “Brenda is so lucky to be rid of you, thank God for Eleanor who helped her see the light.” Then Miss and Mrs Von Donnersmack walked in. Claire couldn’t help herself and after I said my obligatory greeting she said, “I am sure Brenda is excited not only to be marrying Matthew but also to be rid of a fairy like you Georgie! You are a mistake of a man. ” After that Georgette could see the humiliations were getting to me. Tears were forming in my eyes and he came over and put his arm around me to console me. Mrs Von Donnersmack then snapped, “There will be none of that homosexual activity in the House of God, seperate this instant the two of you!” We quickly separated and I knew that Mother would find out about that instant and there would be even more trouble later. Then one of Brenda’s old friends, Amanda arrived with her husband. They had come from interstate. I hadn’t seen her since my wedding to Brenda. “George is that you? Oh my God!” What was I to say? AlI I could manage was a meek “yes”. She said something to her husband who raised his eyebrows and walked into the church shaking his head. The humiliations I had to endure with this greeting job were piling one on top of the other. Any male ego I might have had left was evaporating in this public shaming. Finally Brenda arrived. Mother was with her and would be walking her down the aisle. Brenda looked absolutely immaculate and adorable. While it may have been my prolonged chastity and denial playing tricks on my mind , she seemed even more beautiful than she did on my wedding day with her. After all that happened I still loved and adored this woman and this was breaking my heart. She didn’t even acknowledge me as she walked past. Finally the service began and I watched the whole ceremony from he back of the Church. As Brenda said her “I do," tears welled up again. It was the last nail in the coffin of any hope I had of us ever getting back together. As the couple walked out of the church the guests started showering them with confetti. Georgette and I got stuck into cleaning up the church while the guests mingled and photo’s were taken outside the church. There was a couple of hours before the reception, the couple would be getting some professional photo’s taken in a nearby garden. We then got stuck into cleaning up the confetti. There was a bit of a breeze and it seemed to have blown the confetti everywhere. Some had blown under a table in the porch of the church. I was down on my hands and knees trying to sweep it up with a dustpan and small broom when I heard Miss Von Donnersmack laugh. I looked up and she was taking a photo of me! “I will send you this photo Georgie. the perfect wedding souvenir for you, sweeping up the confetti from your ex wife’s wedding. In fact I am friends with Brenda on Facebook now, I think I will post it there!” Her laughter rang in my ears and I sunk deeper into misery. After cleaning up we rushed over the Reception Hall. Mrs Witherspoon put us to work straight away. Setting the tables, laying out glasses for the bar staff and general tidying up. The guests started arriving and Georgie and I began with the trays of drinks. We had glasses of champagne, beer and sparkling water on our trays. While most guests were happy the orders for other drinks kept coming too. Miss Von Donnersmack wanted Lemon Lime and Bitters (she was still under the legal age for drinking alcohol) and she had then knack of asking me at my most stressed out moments. Before I knew it I was running back and forth to the bar as well as re stocking my tray with drinks for the other guests. Canapés had to be served too and I was getting drink orders as people finished their first drinks. This job needed a lot more than two waitresses and was getting very stressful. I was trying to remember orders while serving canapés and inevitably I forgot one or two and had to be asked a second time. I hoped in vain it wouldn’t be reported to Mother. Serving entree and dinner was even more stressful. A number of guests had special dietary requirements which had been catered for but of course no one told us. It meant running back to the kitchen. The service would also be interrupted by more drink orders. Miss Von Donnersmack was ordering drinks even before she was finished her last drink, I was sure just to annoy me. We were being run ragged! I have never worked so hard in my life. As some guests consumed more alcohol they were getting louder and more demanding. I ran into Georgette in the kitchen who was looking stressed out and shaken. “What’s up Georgette?” “It’s that groomsmen William, he keeps groping me whenever I serve him a drink. He is disgusting, I don’t think I can put up with it anymore.” My heart went out to Georgette. She had been roped into this unfairly. I had witnessed Miss Kimberly telling him off for forgetting a drink for someone on their table. It was awful being told off in public like this. Now he had to put up with the groping William. I told him I would start looking after the bridal table. I returned with William's Scotch. “Your drink SIr.” “Oh they have sent me a new faggot, the last one spilled some drink on my shoe can you bend down and clean it off. “ I grabbed a tissue , his shoe was fine but I wiped it anyway. My crotch was now out of view, blocked by the table and he reached down and squeezed my balls hard. It took all my effort not to scream. I got up quickly. William was laughing. “Get Robert another Scotch too faggot.” “And make it snappy.” said the other groomsman Robert. I could now see why Georgette was so upset. These two were obnoxious and horrible. I hurried off to get the drink. Finally it was time for the speeches. We had to hurry to make sure everyone had champagne or an alternative for the toasts. It was a slight rest for Georgette and I, though we were on standby with champagne bottles if anyone needed a top up. Brenda was the last to speak. She went on an on about how wonderful Matthew is and how lucky and grateful is she is to have him. The worst bit was when she started talking about how Matthew made her realise how disastrous her last marriage was when they were working together. It stung like a knife going through my sole. “To realise that your husband has homosexual tendencies is an awful shock to a woman.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I felt like all eyes were turned on me. Brenda continued, “However thanks to Mother for helping me realise my mistake and to the wonderful Pastor Vorster for helping with the annulment so I could remarry in the Church. Now while many women would have cut off their former husband if they found themselves in a situation like that, the wonderful Christian sole that Pastor Vorster is has found a way to save my wretched former husband and we have another special ceremony for you all to witness.” What in God’s name was Brenda talking about? I was shellshocked! A special ceremony? What was she talking about? Georgette looked at me with a face of bewilderment and I lifted my shoulders expressing my own disbelief. Pastor Vorster then came to the microphone. “Thank you Brenda, I am glad to be of help but the real hero of this situation is your wonderful mother, Eleanor Falwell who has agreed to this somewhat unusual arrangement in these modern times and to Georgie who has realised that this is the best way for him to control his evil inclinations, to live a Godly life and be a useful member of our community.” What was she talking about? I had no idea! My stomach was churning, my heart was pounding. What was going on? “In my biblical research I found an obscure ancient ceremony where a slave is committed to his Master for the rest of their lives and takes an oath of obedience before God. Now these days of course our society has evolved and slavery is thing of the past. But Georgie has decided of his own free will that this is the best way for him to lead a Godly life. By living his life as a slave to the wonderful Eleanor, he will have her help to control his evil inclinations. This incredible generous woman has agreed to take on this responsibility and has agreed to take him on as her slave.” There was a murmur around the room, surprise and hushed whispers.There were murmurs of approval from many of the church ladies. The blood was draining out of my face. I must have looked a pale as a ghost. Pastor Vorster continued, “Yesterday Georgie signed this document saying he freely surrenders all rights and everything he owns to Eleanor. He has also given Eleanor an enduring Power of Attorney, which legally gives Eleanor the power to make all decisions in Georgie’s life for the rest of his life.” Pastor Vorster then led mother to a large chair, at the edge of the stage. “Georgie come here and kneel before your Mother.” I looked at Mother and she had a huge smile on her face. I gave her a look of disbelief but she ignored me. I was so used to obeying I knelt before her. Pastor Vorster went on. “Ladies and Gentleman, Before God and our community I welcome you to this commitment ceremony of slave Georgie to his Mistress Eleanor Falwell.” “Do you Eleanor Falwell, promise before God to look after your slave and ensure he is well nourished and clothed?” “I do” “Do you promise to instruct him in the ways of the Church, to ensure he works productively and diligently to the best of his ability?” “I do” “Do you understand that you must seek permission from your Pastor to annul this agreement?” “I do “ “And now to you Georgie. Do you promise to obey your Mistress, without question and without hesitation at all times?” “I do” My voice was shaky, what was I agreeing to? “Do you promise to be diligent in your duties and strive for your best work at all times?” “I do” “Do you promise to remain chaste in both actions and thought at all times, so help you God?” “I do.” “Do you promise to love your Mistress, with all your heart, to cherish her and worship her for as long as you live?” “I do.” I glanced up at Mother who was smiling broadly like I had never seen her smile as I promised this. “Do you accept that you have no rights and no possessions unless granted by your Mistress.” “I do.” “Do you accept that you may never ask to dissolve this relationship and that you are freely agreeing to be a slave for the rest of your life” “I do” “Do you accept that your Mistress has the legal right to leave you to another person at any time and also in her will.” “I do” Wow this was getting even more serious. I hadn’t notice Miss Von Donnersmack standing nearby with a box. Pastor Vorster motioned her onto the stage. She opened the box and there was a collar inside. She took it out and handed it to Mother. “This collar is a symbol of your ownership of the slave Georgie, please place it around his neck and lock it into place." I felt the cold steel collar go around my neck. It fitted perfectly. She then clasped the lock shut. “I now announce you Mistress and slave before God. From now on you will take Eleanor’s surname Georgie. You are now known as Slave Georgie Falwell……..” The End by sissy sally
Part 1 It was in his last year of school, when Salomon had a falling out with his Aunt Ingeborg. After his last school holidays he told her he was happy that he would never have to spend another summer with her. It did not take long until his mother made him apologize, but the damage was done. His Aunt was deeply hurt and cut all ties. Salomon’s Mother was very disappointed and made it clear to him that she had planned to ask Ingeborg for money and now that he ruined this opportunity it was his responsibility to take out a big loan to save the house and his inheritance. Once he was 18 she took him to the bank to sign all the necessary papers. The house would be in her name and Salomon would act as guarantor for the loan. To celebrate the occasion and to show her gratitude, his mother arranged a holiday for Salomon. He spent a week in a cheap hotel in Bratislava and when he came back, he discovered that his Mother had sold the house and moved to spain with her new boyfriend. All that Salomon had now was the clothes in his suitcase and crushing debt to repay. He had a very hard time finding a job and a place to live. Every time he secured work, he was let go again shortly after and when he applied for a apartment they would always go to someone else. He suspected, that Aunt Ingeborg may be pulling some strings, but he had no proof. Eventually he found someone who would employ him and gave him a place to stay. Fräulein Rottenbach was a elderly Lady and old acquaintance of his mother. She owned a small apartment building in the city with a hair salon on the street level and eight flats on the higher floors. She took pity on Salomon and told him he could stay with her rent free in exchange for janitor duties. She called him her “Mädchen für alles”, a German term for a general employee without any specific area of work. Literally translated into “Girl for everything” He would do all the cleaning, maintenance and repair jobs around the house and in the apartments. Fräulein Rottenbach would allow him to stay in a small room in the cellar. It was just big enough for a bed, a closet and a tiled corner with a shower and a sink. It had no window and was directly between the furnace and the laundry room. It was noisy and uncomfortably hot in winter and summer. The toilet was in the hallway. Salomon had to sweep the sidewalk every other day, and keep it free of snow and ice in winter. Once a week he had to mop the staircase and hallways and take care of any issues in the apartments like clogged drains or changing fuses. To protect his clothes, she gave him several old fashioned nylon smock aprons. They were sleeveless, knee-length coats, that buttoned down the front. They all had colorful flower prints, and Frau Rottenbach would accept no excuse for not wearing them during his duty hours. Every time he cleaned the hallway Fräulein Rottenbach would come out with a laundry basket and he always offered to carry it downstairs for her. He helped her putting it in the washer and later carry it upstairs for her again. This quickly evolved into a habit where she would just put the basket in front of her door for Salomon to do the laundry and deliver it back up when it was done. In time, she told him how she preferred the the different garments folded and soon enough Salomon found himself spending several hours after laundry, ironing and folding all of Fräulein Rottenbachs garments to her exact specifications before bringing it to her door. Fräulein Rottenbach also introduced him to Mrs. Willems, the proprietor of “Salon Sissi”, named after the popular empress Elisabeth of Austria. At first Mrs Willems was reluctant to give him a job, but when Fräulein Rottenbach explained his desperate situation in detail, she obviously realized that Salomon would not be able to object to any terms and stipulations and would work long hours for the lowest possible wage. The first thing she demanded was a probationary period of four weeks to find out if he was able to “fit in” He would not get paid during that time and Mrs Willems made it clear to him that he was to follow orders by anyone else in the Salon, even the much younger apprentice girls. His job was to help out in the salon during the opening hours. Mostly sweeping the floor, but also taking coats from the customers coming in, providing them with magazines and serving them coffee or tea on demand, cleaning the chairs and appliances between appointments and keeping the break room in order. Salomon tried very hard to comply with Mrs Willems expectations in order to finally have a paying job. He humiliated himself to the point of doing anything he was told to do without question no matter if it made sense to him or not. Like being told to sweep the floor again after he just finished, and then ending up apologizing to Mrs Willems for doing it twice. By the end of the four weeks the Salon-Ladies had gotten used to snapping their fingers to get his attention and simply pointing at the seat they wanted to be cleaned, or saying a single word like “coat” for him to fetch a customers wardrobe. Since it was unpaid time, he also had to hand in any tips he received from customers. They were then distributed among the ladies and trainees. Salomon was almost constantly miserable in his current situation. He had to work hard and had no money. Before and after work he still had to take care of his duties for Fräulein Rottenbach. But even when he was done with everything he had a hard time unwinding. He could not afford to go out and he didn’t own a TV or even a radio and his phone didn’t have a data plan. His only entertainment was reading the newspapers and fashion magazines from the salon. He took them to his room to read and one of his few pleasures was to masturbate to the swimsuit pictures. That was until one day Fräulein Rottenbach walked in on him. She was appalled and shocked by her discovery. She became so upset that she almost threw Salomon out. He pleaded and begged her until she calmed down, but she made it clear that she would not allow any more masturbation in her house. A few days later Fräulein Rottenbach called Salomon up to her apartment, where he was introduced to Sister Magdalena, a elderly nun from the local congregation. Fräulein Rottenbach had invited her to have a talk with Salomon about his disgusting habit and ways to overcome his addiction to masturbation. She made it clear that Salomon was expected to embrace and follow all of her advice in order to stay in the house. Salomon was not offered a seat and had to stand before the small table where the two Women enjoyed a cup of tea. Sister Magdalena said, she had been overseeing the dormitory of convent schools for many years and curbing the excitements of boys was her expertise. She had achieved good results to keep “the offending bits out of the way” with a garment she called the “Modesty Piece” She had brought one for Salomon to try on and Fräulein Rottenbach told him to go change in the bathroom. Sister Magdalena insisted to watch him, to make sure he would put it on right and not take the opportunity to touch himself inappropriately. The Garment was a small pair of underwear almost thong-like. It had a waist strap and a front panel and was made out of a thick dense fabric. Inside the panel was a weaved sleeve for the genitals to slip into, that would keep everything neatly tucked away between the legs. It had a reinforced oval opening over the anus and a crotch-strap that clicked into a coin sized fastener on the back of the waistband. She took him back to the living room, wearing nothing but the modesty piece, to show him off to Fräulein Rottenbach. The weaved tube that contained the penis was like a chinese finger trap. It would keep contracting around it, but never allow expansion. Therefore it would not only prevent masturbation, but also make any undesired erections very very uncomfortable. Of course there was no such thing as a desired erection outside of wedlock, she added, and Fräulein Rottenbach nodded with approval. The modesty piece was mainly intended to wear at night to help with managing nocturnal emissions. The discomfort of an erection would wake up the wearer from his undeniably lewd dream and allow him to deal with his wrongful desires by praying for forgiveness. With the way it was designed, use of the toilet without removal was not an issue, however it required a boy to sit and pee like a girl. Since the fabric allowed the skin to breathe and was permeable for water and soap, hygiene was not a issue either. While she talked she stepped behind Salomon and attached a round handle to the fastener in the back and when she turned it, the garment became tighter around his waist and also dug into his crotch. With unruly boys in mind, she further explained as she kept turning the handle, it was designed to prevent wrongful removal and was completely impervious to scissors or blades. By use of the tightening handle, the garment could easily be fixed in place for the night and removed the next morning without a hassle. Fräulein Rottenbach clapped with excitement. This was just the thing she needed to keep Salomon in check. However Sister Magdalena was not done yet. For severe addiction, which obviously was the case with Salomon, she suggested a much more prolonged application. A week with daily tightening to get him started, followed by weekly tightening for the rest of the month to prepare him for at least six month in the modesty garment. “Six months!” Salomon blurted out, but was quickly silenced by a harsh stare from Sister Magdalena and a quick turn of the handle. “Or longer!” She added. More time could be necessary if a thorough evaluation of his moral behavior and spiritual virtues do not proof conclusive. She pulled the handle off the fastener and it disappeared under her habit. That was only a the first step on his way to recovery she announced. It was not enough to prevent his physical way of self abuse, but steps had to be taken to cleanse his mind as well. The first thing Sister Magdalena suggested was that Salomon should join Fräulein Rottenbach for mass and confession every sunday morning. She even offered to personally guide him through his penance afterwards. Also regular prayer would be necessary to focus his mind away from his sinful thoughts. She suggested a rosary every morning and before bed and a substantial schedule of reading and memorizing psalms would be a good start. Fräulein Rottenbach was delighted with all these ideas. Salomon tried to argue that he would certainly love to go to church with Fräulein Rottenbach, but he had no proper suit and in his current position he was not able to afford one. Sister Magdalena gave him another stare for speaking up. Fräulein Rottenbach pointed out his small build and she suggested she may be able to provide some neutral clothing for him to wear. Before he could even object to the notion of wearing Fräulein Rottenbachs clothing, Sister Magdalena proclaimed that there was nothing wrong with picking some items on the prettier side. Having him attend church in clothes with a feminine touch would provide a healthy humbling experience for him. “A desirable blow to the kind of male confidence that compels him to argue against people who only have his best in mind” she said in regards to his attempt to weasel out of going to church. Inspired by this suggestion, Fräulein Rottenbach presented one of her old choir blouses. They had a pleated yoke with lace around the edge, a tall collar with a row of ruffles under his chin and a black ribbon tie. The long sleeves were slightly puffed at the shoulders and the cuffs had matching trimmings. Sister Magdalena confirmed that they would be perfect, but the fabric was quite thin and people might be able to see his nipples. Instead of going with another choice, they quickly decided it would be best for Salomon to wear the blouse with a bra underneath, which Fräulein Rottenbach would be happy to provide. That the bra would be much more noticeable than his nipples, was obviously not an issue for them. Sister Magdalena advised, that he should be wearing a very tight girdle as well for some shape and foundation. Not only to church, but constantly. All day, but especially at night. Fräulein Rottenbach wondered if it should be a ordinary panty girdle, or rather a full underbust,as she assured her she had many old girdles for him to wear. The two women quickly concluded that both types on top of each other would be the best solution. Next Fräulein Rottenbach picked a pair of cream colored pegged slacks with pleats that emphasised the hips. It had no pockets and the front was smooth because it closed with a zipper in the back like a skirt. For shoes, she offered a pair of bone ballerina flats with rounded toes and black patent leather tips. They were so small that Salomon had to take off his socks to slip into them. Fräulein Rottenbach suggested it would be best for him to wear them with a pair of pantyhose. When Salomons outfit for church was settled on, Sister Magdalena continued with her advice of how to help with his addiction. She said a baby monitor in his room would be a good way for Fräulein Rottenbach to listen in and supervise his daily prayer, especially since he could never know if he was being surveilled or not. Also frequent inspections of his room and belongings would be necessary with confiscation of anything that was deemed distracting or unnecessary to aid in his spiritual healing. His only reading material should be the bible and select religious texts as provided by Sister Magdalena. Of course he would have to keep all the garments provided by Fräulein Rottenbach in pristine condition at all times to be always ready for a church visit. And since it was saturday, Sister Magdalena suggested that Salomon should come with her to church to join the weekly rosary group. Fräulein Rottenbach thought that was an excellent idea, since Salomon was already dressed appropriately. Out on the street Sister Magdalena told him to keep quietly two steps behind her, with his palms together in prayer as they walked all the way through the city to her church. Salomon was introduced to the prayer group, all elderly ladies who were delighted to hear about his efforts to receive “spiritual healing” as Sister Magdalena explained to them. They had a little deliberation among each other, and retrieved a wooden kneeler that they placed in the middle of the church, right before the altar. It had no cushion, just a hard wooden board for the knees and a round bar to place the wrists on. They assured Salomon that it was just the thing he needed for his journey, and that he was welcome to use it any time he joined them. What followed was two hours of rosaries with Salomon’s knees and wrists increasingly hurting. Every time he shifted only sightly, he received a stare from SIster Magdalena. After the prayers were done for the day, she told him to thank all the ladies for accepting him into their group and they made him promise to come back every saturday evening for more prayer. Then Sister Magdalena took him to the back of the church and down flight of stone stairs, into a small cellar chamber with a desk and a blackboard. Salomon was excited when she explained it was now time to relieve him from wearing his modesty piece and told him to take off his clothes. When he was nude, except for his unremovable pair of panties, She said “First, we need to pray some more”and placed another kneeler in front of him. This one had no bar for his wrists, only a bar across his thighs, just below his groin and the wooden board had deep V-shaped ridges with sharp edges across the surface. On top of that, it had another bar in the back, that raised his ankles up. Now his whole body weight would push the tip of his knees directly on the sharp edges of the kneeling board. Once he was in place, Sister Magdalena flipped a lever and a second bar clamped down on the back of his ankles trapping them in place. Sister Magdalena removed the lever and Salomon realized he would not be able to get out of the contraption any more. A gleefully sneering Sister Magdalena clipped a pair of golf ball sized brass bells on short chains to each of his ears with tight clamps. They were heavy and uncomfortable. She explained that since he kept shifting during the rosaries, he would now spend some time in silent prayer, remaining absolutely still. For every time she would hear a sound, or one of the bells rang, she would make a mark on the blackboard. For every mark he would receive punishment and to get him started she made five marks for the constant shifting earlier. Then she turned around and began slowly and carefully writing something on the blackboard. Salomons knees were already sore, but this board made him suffer so much more. He tried to stay still as much as he could but every once in a while, he would let out a small moan or the earrings would ring and once Sister Magdalena was done writing, she had made eighteen marks. “Let's make it twenty for good measure", she exclaimed as she took a thick oversized ruler from the desk in the corner. “For every mark you will receive ten strokes with the ruler, boy. For now I say twenty five to your soles, twenty five to your palms, twenty five across your fingers, and another twenty five across your thighs. Then one hundred on each cheek of your bottom. That should teach you to behave.” “But be warned, If you start crying at any time, I will take it as a sign that you do not accept your punishment as rightfully earned and add another hundred strokes for additional punishment. The punishment was excruciating, and as much as Salomon tried, he not only started to cry, but to beg and plea, but Sister Magdalena had no mercy for him. She would beat him even harder claiming it was the only way for him to atone for his sins and she only did what was best for him and he should be grateful. Once she was finished with the punishment, she pointed to the backboard and it said: “Let us behave properly as in the day, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual promiscuity and sensuality, not in strife and jealousy. But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh in regard to its lusts. Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own? But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh. For the flesh sets its desire against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; for these are in opposition to one another, so that you may not do the things that you please.” Salomon had to read it aloud for ten times to memorize it, and continue to read and recite it it, while Sister Magdalena would erase line after line. For every mistake Salomon made, she made another mark on the blackboard. Eventually he recited it ten times from memory and he received another ten strokes for each mark once he was done. Sister Magdalena told him he would have to remember the psalm by heart. He was required to write it down by hand a hundred times every week and bring it to church for her to review. There would be many more psalms for him to memorize over the coming weeks and months, and he would learn to recite them all by heart in any order at any time asked. That way they would slowly replace all the sinful thoughts in his mind. She, and she alone would be the judge if he was ready to be relieved of his modesty piece, and she expected him to show gratitude, as she had taken him the first step. Only after Salomon assured her that he was eternally grateful for her guidance, she released him from the kneeler and had him get dressed again. Before she allowed him to leave she reminded him that writing the psalm was due tomorrow, as it was sunday, and he had promised to come to mass and confession with Fräulein Rottenbach. Salomon walked home, still in tears. He was contemplating running away, but when he returned to his room, all his clothes had now been replaced with panties and bras, girdles and blouses, feminine slacks and ballerina flats. There was also a stack of old fashioned long nightgowns with ruffled collars and cuffs. Fräulein Rottenbach explained enthusiastically, that she had thrown away all his old clothes when she realized that they were “useless” as she called it, and when she noticed Salomons tears, she thought he was so moved by her gesture and told him not to worry about it. She had even installed a baby monitor with a camera, so she could always check on him and his new routine as Sister Magdalena had suggested. She told him to get ready for bed, and say his prayers, but he had to write all these psalms for Sister Magdalena first and he had to stay up all night to do it. Fräulein Rottenbach said she would make a one time exemption, but in the future she would set a curfew for him. The next day, Fräulein Rottenbach took him to church in his pretty outfit. Sister Magdalena had suggested, that he should walk all the way like a good boy and wait outside the church for Fräulein Rottenbach who would take the tram a bit later. During the mass Salomon was encouraged to sing all the hymns and pray loud an clear. In the cue for confession he was told to let everyone else go ahead. Once he came out of the confessional, Sister Magdalena was there to pick him up and take him to the room in the cellar where he was undressed and locked in the kneeler again. After she reviewed his writing, she gave him another beating for anything she deemed a mistake, but praised his efforts of finishing his tasks. “It shows some determination to do the right thing, and that you are ready for more elaborate psalm now.” Then she gave him another, much harder beating as his penance after confession. Then she clipped the bells to his ears again for silent prayer while she wrote on the blackboard. “From now on” she explained “You will come to every gathering of the rosary group. You will be half an hour early so you can practice kneeling and praying in silence. When the ladies arrive you will greet them by name and take their hats and coats. You will remember all the garments and hand them again to the right lady when they leave.” Saturdays after the rosaries will now be the time for you to focus on praying in silence and reciting psalms for a couple of hours, followed by harsh punishment for any and all mistakes. Sunday after confession you will receive your due penance and learn a new psalm” When she was done with writing, she had made fifteen marks on the board and the new psalm for him to learn was this: 1 Have mercy on me, O God, According to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions.” 2 Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. 3 For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.” 4 Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight; so you are right in your verdict and justified when you judge. 5 Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. 6 Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb; you taught me wisdom in that secret place. 7 Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. 8 Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. 9 Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity. 10 Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. 11 Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. 12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. 13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways, so that sinners will turn back to you. 14 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, you who are God my Savior, and my tongue will sing of your righteousness. 15 Open my lips, Lord, and my mouth will declare your praise. 16 You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. 17 My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise. 18 May it please you to prosper Zion, to build up the walls of Jerusalem. 19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of the righteous, in burnt offerings offered whole; then bulls will be offered on your altar. “Since you have a whole week, I think you should write it 200 times from memory by next saturday. Prepare for harsh punishment, because any mistake is a insult to the lord. Now let's get to work on memorizing it. ” Salomon returned home late on Sunday night with a burning bottom. The next Monday morning was the day he finished this probationary period to the satisfaction of Mrs. Willems. She made him sign a elaborate work agreement of unspecified duration. On his first official day of work Mrs Willems issued him a pink spa type tunic that buttoned down the side. It was embroidered with glittery “Salon Sissi” on the back. Tight white capris without pockets and pink open toed mules completed his uniform. Mrs Willems explained it was the standard outfit for all entry level employees, although he never saw anyone else in the salon wear any of those items. It was only the beginning of increasingly humiliating practices at the salon. After a couple of weeks one of the ladies suggested, in order to represent the salon, Salomon should keep his hands neatly manicured. Mrs Willems thought this was a wonderful idea and appointed the apprentices to take care of the matter. It would also be good practice for them. They gave him a french manicure and applied a clear coat that gave his nails a shiny pinkish hue. Everyone was delighted and approved of his new look. Not long after, the trainees argued, since his toes were on display in the mules, they should be included in the beauty treatment. Mrs Willems thought this was a good idea and his toes would be pedicured the same way for a few weeks until the apprentices begged Mrs Willems to do some more elaborate styles for practice. From then, once a week a girl would do his toes in a color and style of their choice. A little plaque was added to the top of his mules that said: “Designed by” with the name of the girl written below. The Salon-Ladies would encourage him to show off his pretty toes to the customers during the day. Eventually he was taught to provide minor beauty treatments like buffing up toenail polish and giving foot massages to regular customers or even polishing their shoes during their appointments. After six months Salomon had enough. He did not want to put up with this treatment any longer and told Mrs Willems that he decided to quit. In turn she explained to him that he had signed a contract that would require both sides to agree on ending the employment. If he wanted to quit without her permission he would be required to remain without payment until he had found a suitable replacement. That was not all, he also he had received free training during the time of his employment and there was a law aimed at preventing the exploitive practice of taking a job only to acquire skills and then quitting. He had the right to bill him for the time and goods she had invested. She even kept a detailed list of beauty products and hours used for his “education” That was of course money salomon didn’t have. Most of his wages would go directly to the bank to pay off the loan and he only received a small amount for himself, that just about covered food and other necessities. Salomon realized that he was trapped in this job for as long as Mrs Willems wanted him to be and there was nothing he could do about it. His attempt to quit ended with him humbly apologizing to Mrs. Willems many times for the inconvenience he had caused and accepting a few more stipulations to appease her. The very next day Mrs Willems announced that Salomon had agreed to grow out his hair and be available as practice model for hairstyles and perms, including dying, highlights and other practice beauty treatments such as waxing, peeling and makeup application. Just a few days later his whole body was devoid of any hair and subsequent “practice” treatments assured it would stay that way.The girls had especially fun removing his pubic hair by going over his scrotum with tweezers to pluck out every single hair that had somehow resisted the painful waxing. Once his remaining hair was long enough, Mrs Willems decided to establish a weekly makeover session for Salomon. He would receive a new hairstyle and color, trimmed eyebrows and full face-makeup in the latest trends and styles from the trainee girls and he had to maintain the style throughout the week by himself. Every morning he would have to report in the same style of hair and makeup that had been decided for the week and as incentive, he would receive demerits for any detail that was not deemed perfect or kept in order throughout the day. His duties were extended to picking up lunch, groceries, and taking customers dogs for a walk during their appointment. He would go out dressed in his tunic and capris. Instead of the mules however, he was issued “outdoor shoes” a pair of pink patent leather sandals with 2” kitten heels that made a distinctive feminine clicking sounds when he walked. At this point the girls had embroidered a “our” to the back of his tunic, so now it said “Our Salon Sissi” Often his hair was permed or fluffed and dyed in bright colors, in full face makeup and trimmed eyebrows. For earned demerits he would have to wear accessories chosen by the salon ladies, like bangles, clip on earrings, toe-rings and other jewelry. One of Salomons responsibilities was to open the salon for the cleaning staff that arrived after work and close up again when they were done. It was somewhat annoying, because he had to be there, but not much of a problem compared to all the other humiliation. After a few weeks however, a new girl came. Her name was Bianca and she didn’t appear like a typical cleaning woman at all. She was wearing several rings on every finger and her thumbs, lots of necklaces and bracelets, and she smoked. Right the next day Mrs.Willems complained about the smell, and when Salomon told her about Bianca, she made it clear that he would have to take care of the issue. Bianca figured out quickly, that she could get Salomon in trouble and she made him a deal. She would step outside to smoke and during her breaks Salomon would take over the cleaning. Every day the smoking breaks would become longer and more frequent, until Salomon did most of the cleaning and Binaca just came inside to check on him and scrutinize his work. When Salomon eventually complained, Bianca slapped him several times in the face without warning. She yelled at him for daring to speak up, when he didn’t even keep his side of the deal. She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him along into the ladies room, where she forced him to his knees in front of the toilet and pressed his lips against the seat. While she smeared his face all over the rim of the toilet, she berated him that everything had to be so clean that he would kiss any spot she told him to, only then he had done enough. Salomon was shocked, It scared him that she was so much stronger. She shoved a bar of soap into his mouth for daring to complain and the rest of the evening he would spend on his knees, drooling soap bubbles from his mouth and cleaning the floor of the ladies room with a toothbrush. When he brought up the issue with Mrs Willems the next day she told him it was not her problem if he was unable to stand up to a girl. As long as the salon was being cleaned she would not interfere. Soon Bianca would not even pretend any more. She would come in, wearing heels and short dresses like she just came from a club, sit in one of the chairs and be on her phone, while Salomon cleaned the shop for her. She loved slapping and humiliating him constantly by making him kiss and lick toilet seats or the chair she had been sitting in. One day she decided to make him clean nude, and she discovered his modesty piece. She laughed so hard and called him pathetic. She treated him even worse now and teased and humiliated him constantly now and kept calling him his little sissy. Sometimes she brought other girls to show him off to them, and they thought it was hilarious. At one point Bianca figured out how she could humiliate Salomon even more, while making it easier for her. She would now strap a shock collar on him, that was connected to a app on her phone. Instead of her sitting in a chair and watching him, she would put a little webcam in her place. Now she would control him remotely while she was out on the town and only come by to install and remove the collar. Now Salomon was completely controlled by different women every second of his life and none of them appeared to have any mercy with him. After a couple of months Salomon was completely broken and desperate when he saw his Aunt Ingeborg walking by outside the salon. He didn’t even think about it when he ran outside to call out to her. She didn’t even appear to recognize him at first. She seemed to be quite surprised to see him that way. She came inside, and asked to speak to the manager and Mrs. Willems asked her into her office, where they had a long talk. After that she visited Fräulein Rottenbach and when she eventually came down into the salon again, she told Salomon that she would be back for him the next day. Mrs Willems told him, that he would not have to work the next day and Fräulein Rottenbach said he should dress nicely for his aunt, so het put on his church clothes. Aunt Ingeborg came to pick him up with her car, and took him to the bank. He had to sign a few papers and his Aunt explained that she had just paid off all his debt. Then they took a trip on the Autobahn across the border. Salomon kept apologizing to her constantly, telling her how sorry he was for his behavior. She said, that she would accepted his honest apology. When he asked where they were going she told him it was a surprise. Eventually they left the Autobahn and drove across the rural country for a while, when they finally entered a forest road and came out into a clearing with a little white country cottage and a barn. His Aunt explained, that she had bought this house especially for him after his graduation in hope he would like to continue spending his Summers, in a more relaxed fashion with the demand and stress of school and grades finally over. “The day I wanted to bring you here as a surprise was the day you yelled at me and ran away.” She said, and Salomon apologized once more. “Everything will be fine Salomon” She said. She told him that all she needed to hear was a sincere apology that she could believe. It was getting late, and they had a long way back, so they returned to the city. Aunt ingeborg dropped him off at the salon, but he said “There is nothing here for me!” “What are you talking about Salomon? You are not done here. You have a contract with Mrs Willems. I took over your debt, but that only means that the money you earn will go straight to me now. You are also on your journey to spiritual healing. Only after Sister Magdalena determined you ready, I will be able to accept a honest apology from you my dear. Until then I will be sure to get my hair done in the salon from now on. Mrs Willems promised me some courtesy foot treatments from you.” It was late, and Bianca was already waiting for him with the collar as his Aunt drove off. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 Ladies Only by sissy sally (This chapter is the result of a suggestion by Mistress Holly that sissy sally and I combine the characters from sally's 'Happy Family' story with the characters from my "Mother in law made me a sissy maid" story. We collaborated, shared ideas and then I finished Chapter 9 with a lead in for sally to pick it up from the visit to the dress shop. A big thank you to Mistress Holly for her suggestion and a big thank you to sissy sally for doing such a wonderful job with this chapter!) After being in public in my maids dress, wearing my Sunday's best almost felt like being allowed to wear male clothes again. I dressed as quickly as I could and waited at the door as instructed. “Your hair has grown nicely lately Georgie, we will be able to do something with it soon, but for now, you will be wearing this when we go out.” Mother said, when she came downstairs to pick me up for the ride. She was talking about the hairband she placed on my head now. It was not the type of thin arch young girls used to keep their hair back. There was nothing subtle about this. It was a broad Alice style band, made out of navy blue velvet with thick padding to make it almost as high as wide. Tiny little pearls all over it made it even more stand out. “It keeps your hair back nicely, so everyone can see your new earrings.” She stated, and before I could wonder what she was talking about she began replacing the small studs I was wearing with large button style ones. They had a domed blue center with thick gold frames exceeding my earlobes. “Consider these accessories part of your Sunday’s best now Georgie. They match your Jacket perfectly, and so is this.” She handed me a large, blue velvet covered purse. It had no visible handle or strap. “it is called a clutch. You are meant to carry it in your hands” She explained “Now, come along. When I followed Mother to the car, she had another surprise for me. “After the incident at the petrol station I decided that from now on you will ride in the back of the car Georgie” She said. “Get in, and sit straight. Feet and knees together, arms at your side, palms on the seat.” She stooped over me to put the seatbelt on like I was a little kid. She pulled it across my arms and wrists and locked it in place like that. “That is how you will ride in a car with any of us for the time being.” She declared, while she engaged the child safety feature of the door that would not allow me to open it from the inside. “You are not allowed to remove the seat belt by yourself or even pull out your hands. You will sit still and remain quiet and don’t fidget until we arrive.” She took a coin out of her purse and slipped it between my knees. “A good girl keeps her legs together at all times. It is time for you to learn that lesson.” She said as she shut the rear door and got into the driver seat. “This is also a perfect opportunity for you to practice your sissy expression and demeanor. If I don’t see you smile when I look in the rearview mirror, or you drop the coin, there will be consequences.” I debated for a second whether I should respond, but decided it would be best to acknowledge her instructions. I smiled and said “Yes, Mother” in the most girlish voice I could muster. “Good. You realize that this is causing everyone inconvenience, so there must be mandatory consequences as well, but I think it is best to let Brenda and Matthew decide about them. Riding in the back of the car like this felt really humiliating and embarrassing. I was glad we would go to a part of town where nobody would recognize me, although I was not happy about the purpose of our destination either. Just a few minutes after we left Mother pulled over right across the church and got out. “I need to have a word with Pastor Vorster, Georgie. You will wait in the car and behave like we were still driving.” She explained while she lowered the backseat window halfway down like I was a pet. I hardly dared to turn my head to watch her walking across the street and into the church. I felt terrified that someone who knew me would walk by. For now the footpath was empty and only occasional cars rode by. It felt like forever until the church door opened again. To my horror it was not Mother who came out, but Claire. I recognized her immediately wearing her flower print dress. Any hope that she would not notice me was immediately crushed by her heading straight across the street towards the car. “Hello Georgie” she cooed when she came up to my window. “Hello Miss Claire” I replied. “I just had a little talk with Eleanor, she told me you are waiting in the car, so I thought I come and say hello.” She stuck her hand through the open window like she wanted to shake mine, but I did not dare to pull my hands out under the seat belt. Claire frowned when I didn’t respond to her gesture and I got scared because I knew how much she liked to get me in trouble, or MORE trouble. “Mother told me to sit like this, Miss Claire” I explained sheepishly. She looked me up and down and said: “I see” then she put her outstretched hand in front of my face instead. “I suppose you can greet me like this then.” I gave her a little kiss on the hand and she smiled “So, you are not allowed to move, are you Georgie?” She said, while she walked over to the other side of the footpath to pick up some dried rose hips that had fallen from a bush. “I believe Eleanor has big plans for you. I heard her offer to Pastor Vorster that you would give the church a deep clean before you prepare it for the wedding all by yourself.” She said, while she came back to the car, cracking open the rose hips. “Oh, there she comes now. I am sure she will tell you all about it herself.” She reached in and quickly dumped the seeds from inside the pods down the back of my neck. I felt a itching sensation almost immediately. “Enjoy the ride, Georgie.” she laughed and jiggled my collar to make them drop down even further. She walked away down the footpath while Mother approached from the other side of the car. “Why are you are not smiling Georgie? Do you need the cane already to remind you about what you have just been told?” “No Mother, I am sorry Mother.” I tried to smile, despite the growing itch down my back. “You will be even more sorry if you continue to object to my suggestions.” “I understand, Mother” “We will see about that! Do you need the cane Georgie?” “Yes Mother.” “Good girl, now sit still and smile!” It was sheer torture to remain motionless in my seat, while mother was driving us to Newtown. The urge to scratch myself was overwhelming, but I could not even ask for permission to do that. “What do you think should be the minimum amount of cane-strokes for a single offense, Georgie?” she asked eventually. I wanted to say two or three, but I was scared that she would get angry at me for not suggesting enough. “...Maybe five, Mother?” “Five is a nice amount Georgie. Let’s add one stroke for good measure and call it a single helping.” “Yes, Mother” “Ask me for a helping” “May I please have a helping of the cane, Mother?” “Very good, Georgie. From now on, whenever I offer the cane you will always ask nicely for a helping. That is two helpings already for you. One for not smiling earlier and one you just asked for on your own, right?” I almost forgot to smile when she said that. It felt so unfair, I had not done anything wrong this time. “Yes, Mother” “Good girl” We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we arrived at the mall, Mother checked for the coin between my knees before she unbuckled the seatbelt. I thought it was a miracle that I had not dropped it. “You will follow behind me in silence. Your head bowed and your eyes cast firmly at the back of my heels. You will hold your clutch with both hands in front of your tummy.” “Yes Mother” We walked through the mall and I felt like the feminine walking sounds from the hard soles of my mary jane shoes on the tiled floor would alert everyone to stare at me. I had no way to confirm, because I was not allowed to look up, which just added to my feeling of ridicule and embarrassment. Every random laugh or chuckle I heard was a stab into my self consciousness. “I am going to visit this store Georgie. You will wait for me right here out in front.” She pointed at a spot right next to a sign that said “no pets allowed inside” It had a little rubber mat with a water bowl and a bar to attach a dog leash. “Stand on the mat, with your back to the store and remember to smile.” “Yes, Mother” It wasn’t the store Mother wanted to take me to, I had no idea how long she would spend inside it. I wanted to scratch my back so badly, but the shop had a glass front and facing away from it I could not tell if Mother was watching from inside or not. Now I was able to see the people staring at me. Some smiling and giggling, some making a frown and shaking their head, little girls pointing at me while being pulled along by their mothers and a group of teenage girls whispering among each other before bursting into laughter. It was incredibly humiliating. They sat down on a bench on the opposite side and kept laughing and giggling. “Come along” Was all Mother had to say once she returned from the store. The girls burst into laughter as I followed behind her like an obedient puppy. Once we arrived at the dreaded shop, I was almost glad that I could get out of the public view, even though I did not expect anything good for me to happen inside. It was a large open store. Shelves with heels and shoes, dresses and skirts, girdles and corsets, panties and bras and all sorts of leather and rubber items I didn’t even want to guess what they were for. “Welcome to Ladies Only, Ma’am. My name is Kimberly, how may I help you?” A young woman said. She was dressed very smartly in a tight skirt and white blouse. Mother wasted no time. “My daughter is getting married again. Her former husband failed her miserably and remains in the house as a servant to make up for his shortcomings. We need a suitable outfit for him to emphasize his inferiority when he caters to the guests at her wedding.” “Oh, you came to the right place, indeed.” The woman took a peek at me “..and I suppose this the girl in question?” It looks to me like you did a marvelous job with her already” It stung when she naturally referred to me as a girl like that. “Oh, Georgie is far from perfect” Mother replied “Why don’t you curtsey girl? Do you need the cane to remind you about your manners?” That pulled me out of my self-pity and thankfully I remembered my latest rule right away. “Yes Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said before I curtsied “Nice to meet you Miss Kimberly” Mother sighed “It is his third helping already since we left the house.” Kimberly giggled. “I like it, Miss…?” “Falwell, Eleanor Falwell.” “Please follow me Miss Falwell, I am sure we will find the perfect items for your…” She paused and said “I noticed she is calling you Mother?” “A remnant from when she was married to my daughter. Thankfully there is no family relation whatsoever any more. I may have her address me in a more appropriate way one of these days, but I grew somewhat fond of it.” “You have a kind heart Miss Falwell.” Kimberly said. “Would you care for some coffee or tea while we get Georgie ready?” “Some tea would be lovely, dear.” Mother replied. Kimberly snapped her fingers “Georgette!” A sissy came rushing out from the back. She was dressed in a pink satin maids dress with lots of frills and petticoats and a frilly satin apron. Her feet in pink patent leather heels and her hair in tight blonde curls with pink ribbons. She curtsied deep and said “Yes, Mistress Kimberly?” “Serve some tea in the showroom and prepare this girl for a presentation.” “Yes, Mistress Kimberly” I followed the sissy into the back as she hurried to carry out her instructions. She led me behind a folding screen and said: “When I come back I need you to be completely undressed or we both are in trouble. Clothes, underwear shoes, everything! Please?” She ran off before I could ask any further questions. I was actually glad I could undress, and hurried to get it done so I would finally be able to scratch my back. There was a large mirror and I could get a good look at myself. My back was full of itching red spots from the rosehip-seeds. Georgette came back in a surprisingly short amount of time. He saw me trying awkwardly to reach behind, he sighed and gave me a quick rub to ease my plight. It felt so good, for the first time in ages someone did something nice for me. The petticoated hem of his dress brushed against my skin, and for some reason my member began to swell in it’s little cage. “Isn’t that cute” A female voice said “scratching each other’s back like a pair of monkeys” I thought at first it was Kimberly, but Georgette curtsied and said: “I’m sorry Mistress Vivian” Only then I noticed, that her hair and clothes were slightly different. “Look at that!” She pointed at my groin. “I bet you are just as hard right now, aren’t you Georgette?” Georgette remained silent, but we both blushed. “Get dressed in the open back uniform Georgette, and you come with me.” I followed Vivian into some sort of showroom where Mother was sitting on a couch at a coffee table with Kimberly. I was shocked when I saw that the room was only separated from the store by a glass wall. I was completely nude except for my chastity device and any customer could be looking in here at any time. “Walk a bit for us, Georgie.” Kimberly said. “Just up and down. We want to see you move.” “Yes, Ma’am” I replied and went down the room, not too close to the glass wall turned around and returned to my initial position. “Nobody told you to stop!” Vivian said “Keep walking girl, and use the whole room!” While I kept walking up and down, coming uncomfortable close to the glass wall every time, the Ladies engaged in conversation. “She could use some practice in feminine walking” Vivian said, and Mother agreed. “We found that a tight fitting shoe helps a great deal with taking smaller, more delicate steps. We have a special models, that squeeze the toes together into a narrow tip and have a pea-sized ball right under the heel. They are designed for punishment, so we don’t recommend them for more than a couple of hours at a time, but in a pinch they instantly improve the walk of the most reluctant of sissies into a dainty mince.” “That sounds perfect for the wedding” Mother said. I didn’t like to hear that, but it should get worse. “Speaking of tight” Vivian said now “When I caught the girls touching each other in the back, I noticed a lot of slack in the chastity device that allows her to swell.” “Georgie Grantham!” Mother cried “What have you done now? You are alone for one minute and you instantly embarrass me with your homoerotic cravings in front of these Ladies? What am I to do with you?” That wasn’t at all what had happened. It felt so unfair how Vivian made it sound like, and knowing that trying to refute her would only get me into more trouble made me feel even worse. All I could I do now was to apologize. “I am sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” “You mean three more helpings, one for each of us, don’t you Georgie? Of course you will also have to confess your shameful behavior to Brenda and Matthew.” “Yes, Mother, of course.” I was not looking forward to getting home. I noticed a devious glee in Vivian’s eyes. “She could do with a tighter device” she suggested. “It certainly was not designed with Georgie in mind, dear. I had it made for my husband. He was nothing to write home about in that department, but Georgie appears to be even smaller down there. However I am afraid we already sealed the lock permanently and there is nothing we can do about it any more.” “Don’t say that!” Kimberly exclaimed “There is a lot that can be done about it. We offer adjustment of metal devices. We have a special set of tools that allows tightening without the need for removal.” “That sounds excellent” Mother said “We definitely will have to make a appointment for you Georgie.” “Oh, we can do it today” Vivian chipped in “...and no offense Ma’am, but I find these flimsy locks that come with the devices are their greatest weakness. Even if they have been sealed they are easy to cut off. I if you allow, it would be my pleasure to replace it with a sturdy stainless steel rivet free of charge.“ Mother clapped “You are two girls after my own heart!” I couldn’t remember when I had ever seen Mother so excited before. I was worried before we entered the store, but now I was devastated by the display of joy these women took in my misery. “Come here, girl” Vivian beckoned me over, while she opened a closet on the wall next to the couch. It was equipped with an frightening array of tools and tongs the size of bolt cutters with different shaped heads. “First things first” She said and snapped off the lock with an actual bolt cutter. “See how easy that was?” Then she inserted a bolt into the hole that held the ring around my scrotum in place and applied pressure with an oversized clamp. When she was finished it was firmly held together by a metal stud with a smooth rounded end on each side. “Voilá” she exclaimed “We once had a desperate girl try and apply a drill to this. It slipped right off and hurt more than her pride.” Mother laughed out loud and the Ladies joined right in. The desperation I felt when mother threw away the keys to the lock returned tenfold when I saw these women laugh over my misery and I could not help but shed a few tears. “Oh my, the little girl cries.” Vivian said. “Stop right now, Georgie!” Mother said “This is all for your best. You better start smiling if you know what is good for you.” “Yes, Mother” I said, and grinned awkwardly “Yes, keep smiling Georgie” Vivian said, while she liberally sprayed something from a can applied all over my groin. It began tingling immediately and grew into a singing burning sensation. “This will shrivel her up nicely for the adjustments” she explained. While I fought more tears, Vivian began taking my measurements “Why don’t we look at some of our recommendations for the wedding now?” Kimberly suggested and snapped her fingers. This was obviously a sign for Georgette to enter. She walked down the room wearing a tight fitting black pencil dress made out of a thick black material, the long sleeves ended in white ruffles around the cuffs as did the narrow hem below her knees. Her neck was entirely encased in a heavily starched white collar with more ruffles. The collar continued into a pinafore type apron that covered her front. The ruffled edges extended out over her shoulders and converged back into neatly criss crossed ribbons that tied into a large bow behind her back. On her feet she was wearing black patent leather mary jane’s with a low heel and rounded toes and a nice bow across the toes that made them look like children's shoes. “This is a original design from our Grandmother” Vivian explained “She is experienced in managing staff and has personally trained our Grandfather and Georgette into obedient servants. She believes into strict discipline and instant punishment and has designed this model with that in mind.” “Turn around Georgette.” The dress had a heart shaped opening in the lower back that left Georgettes buttocks exposed. A uncomfortably wide looking leather strap parted them in the middle. “As I noticed Miss Falwell, you believe in the application of the cane, and this would allow you or any of the guests at the wedding to swiftly address the slightest offense with perfect efficiency” Kimberly explained. “I see my dear” Mother said “I do like the general look very much and I definitely see the versatility in this design, but I am afraid there will be members of the local church present at the wedding and Georgie may not want to offend them with the display of bare buttocks. Isn’t that right Georgie?” For once I completely agreed with Mother’s opinion “Yes, Mother” I replied, attempting to smile while trying to ignore the burning pain below that still was growing stronger. “I apologize Miss Falwell. I should not have assumed.” Kimberly said “Of course we have the same model without the offending window.” “Thank you my dear, I am glad you understand. We are avid church goers and well known in the parish. I am trying very hard to instill the faith into Georgie, alas it is not an easy task.” “I hear you Miss Falwell” Vivian chimed in “To make up for our mistake, adjusting her device will be my treat. I am going to crimp it excruciatingly tight, so she won’t take any more pleasure from her sinful homoerotic cravings.” I hated how these girls knew exactly how to talk to mother, making everything worse for me , while I had to stand there, smile and endure the pain. “We have a type of garment that we developed especially with girls like your Georgie in mind, Miss Falwell. We call it the Cilice. I take it you are familiar with the term?” Kimberly said. “A hairshirt?” Mother appeared genuinely surprised. Whatever they were talking about it didn’t sound comfortable. “It is much more than that Miss Falwell. The foundation is a full body girdle lined with coarse horsehair fabric. The bottom and hip-sections are padded with bristly coconut fibers. Not only will the padding give her a lovely feminine shape, but the rough doormat like texture is perfect to keep her from sitting idle. It also keeps the sensation of a recent a spanking or caning fresh on her mind for hours. Around the waist a heavily boned corset is implemented to give her a hourglass figure, and the breast cups can be fitted with weighted breast forms to put a strain on shoulders and back. The idea behind is not only giving a girl opportunity to repent, but also experience some of the hardships women had to go through in the name of beauty.” “It is also uncomfortably hot, especially with a neoprene uniform on top.” Vivian mentioned. That sounded absolutely terrible, but Mother obviously saw it different. “You are a godsend my girls, a literal godsend. This is exactly what you need Georgie. Don’t you agree?” What else could I say but: “Yes, Mother” “It will help you repent and deal with your sinful cravings.” “Yes, Mother” “This is not only for the wedding of course. I will allow you to wear it on a regular basis.” “Y-Yes, Thank you, Mother” “Are you hesitating Georgie?” “N-No, Mother. I… I was just overwhelmed by your kindness.” “Good girl, I feel like there is still hope for you yet.” “Thank you Mother” She turned to the girls: “How long would it take to have one ready for Georgie?” “Fortunately Georgette and Georgie not only share the same name, but almost the exact same measurements. They are like twins” Vivian said. “We have her size in stock, we could get her fitted right now if you like Miss Falwell.” “Fantastic!” Mother exclaimed “We would like that very much, don’t we Georgie?” “Yes, Mother” Vivian snapped her fingers. “Georgette, fetch a cilice and a neoprene uniform for your little girlfriend here, while I take care of her chastity.” “Why don’t I show you the rest of the shop in the meantime Miss Falwell? You may want to pick some shoes or other accessories.” Kimberly said. While Mother left with Kimberly, Vivian used some of the scary pliers and tools to snip out some segments from the metal rings on my chastity to reduce them in diameter by pushing the ends together and fusing them again with other tools. She even shortened it a bit by removing some rings and bending the connecting rods into a new tip. Finally she reduced the diameter of the cuff around my testicles and gave the device a tighter curve to “make it easier to tuck away” It had been a lot of pinching and chafing during the process that only added to the pain I was in. By the end my already shriveled up penis was so tightly confined that it appeared to be bulging under the rings. “Not much bigger than a thumb now, is it?” Vivian said, as she flicked it with her finger. “Just like it should be” In the meantime Georgette had fetched the ordered items and now she helped Vivian getting me into the dreadful girdle. I could feel the rough itching sensation immediately as I stepped into it. It would cause a constant feeling of discomfort that was impossible to ignore, especially since the fabric didn’t appear to breathe and the sweating would only cause the itching to increase. Vivian made sure my device was completely tucked away between my legs and then continued to lace the corset part very tight and stuffed the breast cups with heavy pads that had a rough texture. A pair of white cotton stockings lined with the same coarse material, clipped to garters on the girdle. The fabric of the dress was very thick and added to the stuffiness of the girdle. The collar wrapped snug around my entire neck and the tight skirt restricted my steps. Walking felt stiff and awkward, even before Vivian squeezed my feet into a small pair of shoes that made every step feel like my toes were being pushed into a funnel. Just when I was dressed Mother returned with Kimberly. She was over the moon when she saw me. “You look perfect Georgie. Brenda and Matthew will be delighted to see you. Aren’t you happy we came here?” It stung when I was reminded about that I would serve at Brenda's wedding to Matthew. I still loved her and I hated thinking about that she got married to this man. “Yes, Mother” She stepped closer and removed my earrings “I got you something from the shop dear.” She said and showed me a pair of massive looking silver half hoops. She put them on my ears and the clips snapped shut like a mouse trap, pinching my lobes painfully. They were also very heavy and tugged on my lobes with every little move. “Thank you Mother” “You are welcome dear. This place is like heaven and these girls have so many wonderful ideas. Their little Georgette is trained to entertain guests with songs and tap dancing. Wouldn’t that be marvelous for the wedding?” “Yes, Mother” “And it will be, the girls have offered Georgette to help out with the wedding service. As much as I despise your homosexual cravings, Kimberly suggested it may eliminate every last doubt about your manhood in Brenda’s mind when she sees that you have a girlfriend. I have to agree.” The thought brought tears to my eyes again. “I understand, Mother” “I already signed you up with the same singing and dancing classes Georgette takes. You girls will spend some time with each other.” “I understand, Mother” “Good girl. Now say goodbye, we are going home.” I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen. “What are you looking for? Do as I say, or do you need the cane?” “I’m sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said, realising that I would go back home dressed like I was now. I curtsied to each of the twins “Goodbye Miss Kimberly, Goodbye Miss Vivian” “Good, say goodbye to Georgette too” It didn’t feel right to curtsey, so I just said: “Goodbye Georgette” Mother had her phone ready “Why don’t you give your girlfriend a kiss? I was shocked, and Georgette looked as surprised as I am, but when Vivian snapped her fingers and said “Georgette!” he quickly pursed his lips. I leaned in and closed my eyes. Mother took several pictures as our lips touched. “Come on girl, follow behind like I taught you” Mother said, after she said her farewells to the girls. I carried my purse and a bag with my sundays bests and other items Mother had bought for me, as we walked through the mall. “We will have to shift some of your responsibilities with these additional classes, dear. When I talked to Pastor Vorster today I promised her you would be available for a deep cleaning of the entire church under the supervision of the Altar society before the wedding. I will not break my promise, so you will have to do it at odd hours now.” “Yes, Mother” All I wanted right now, was to get out of the mall and home. I felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable in this outfit, I could barely pay attention to what Mother was saying. Finally getting to the car was the most wonderful thing that happened all day to me. Mother opened the trunk for me to put the bag inside, but when I stepped over to the backseat door, she said: “Oh, you are not going home in the car with me Georgie. I believe you need to get a lot more comfortable with yourself in public and this is the perfect opportunity to get you accustomed to your new clothes. You will go home by yourself, dear” Chapter 11
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