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