A Sissy Refresher -- Part 5

When Erica reappeared, Ms. Trainer excitedly said, "Oh, Roberto, this one is for you!  Now I know you like to have the boys over every Wednesday for poker.  And I know you like to have Erica serve them drinks and food and so on.  Now, what do your buddies think about being served by a sissy?"

"Some of them are really freaked out by it," replied Roberto. "But most are into it, since he is so pretty and will do whatever they tell him to do."

"Well, imagine this, Roberto.  Instead of greeting your friends in a maid's uniform, picture Erica appearing dressed like this!  He looks like the hostess at a fancy club or casino, don't you think?  I think it will really add some elegance to your poker parties.  Now are you getting the idea of what a 'decorative sissy' can be?"

"Yes, I think so.  I mean, he looks fantastic in that dress.  It's SO short!" he said with a giant smile.

"Now wait until you see this," added Ms. Trainer.

And with that she instructed Erica to remove the little chiffon bolero jacket that he had been wearing over his dress. Two skinny straps held up Erica's sparkly blue dress.  The spaghetti straps seemed to accentuate how skinny and delicate his shoulders now were.

"Oh, yeah," said Roberto. "That is so fuckin' hot!"

"I knew you'd like this," said Ms. Trainer.  "And I know your friends will as well.  I think they will really enjoy ogling your sissy while he is dressed like this.  I bet a lot of hands will find their way up that short skirt for a grab of his cute little ass, don't you think?"

"I know it!" said Roberto.  "Turn around, bitch," Roberto ordered.

Roberto went over and did exactly what Ms. Trainer described.  He roughly reached up under Erica's short dress and gave his bottom a hard squeeze.  "You like that, don't you, you stupid sissy bitch?"

"Oh yes sir," Erica obediently replied. "Yes, I like it when you grab my ass.  Sir."

"I think your friends will never miss another poker night ever again," opined Ms. Trainer.  "Now, be a good little sissy and put on another of your pretty new dresses for us."

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 2

After a few minutes, Sissy Erica returned to the room, this time wearing a delightful navy blue, knee length cocktail dress.  The fabric gathered below the bust highlighting Erica's exquisite figure. His hair was still perfectly coifed as he paraded in front of us atop his silver heels.

I was completely struck by how beautiful he was -- sexy actually -- yet at the same time his eyes clearly showed the extreme sadness and shame and fear he was feeling.

"Turn around, sweetie," Ms. Trainer instructed.  "We want to see you from every angle.  Erica complied, showing us his sweet little ass, his dress tailored to highlight his tush. It looked just as perfect as it did in the gold silk dress he was wearing before. "Go ahead, Roberto," Ms. Trainer urged.  "Go ahead and give it a squeeze -- or a spank. I'm sure you want to!" she said with a laugh.  And with that Roberto got up from the sofa and walked up to Erica, still standing motionless with his back to us.  Roberto but his hand on Erica's ass and started rubbing and squeezing. "Oh, yeah. That's nice!" Roberto reported. "Really nice..."  Despite his extensive training, I could see Erica shudder and stiffen as Roberto placed his big manly hand on his pert little bottom.







"That's enough for now," I said to Roberto. "There will be plenty of time for that when we get home."

I have to apologize.  I jumped right into my story without giving you any of the background.  Eric and I were married about seven years ago.  It wasn't until after we were married that I learned that Eric was a sissy crossdresser.  He tried to hide it from me but of course I figured out what was going on.  Well about five years ago I decided that I was tiring of Eric's secretive crossdressing on the weekends and his pathetic attempts to act masculine the rest of the time.  I was no longer interested in him sexually and I wanted to make some major changes in our lives.  I decided that it was time for him to give into his weak, feminine and submissive nature once and for all.  I did some research and learned about Ms. Trainer's Transformation Services.  This was exactly what I wanted. I immediately enrolled Eric in the complete sissification package.  He cried and cried when he realized what was about to happen to him as I handed him over to Ms. Trainer's staff.  But they quickly sedated him and dragged him inside to begin his fourteen month conversion.



At about the same time that I deposited hubby Eric at the Transformation Academy, I met my current lover, Roberto.  Roberto is an amazing lover -- strong and masculine.  He and I share the Master Bedroom.  And Eric -- now Erica -- has moved into a small bedroom near the laundry.  Erica is our submissive sissy maid 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  He is our personal slave doing whatever we want or need -- he cooks and cleans, serves us breakfast in bed, he massages and bathes us --everything.  And Roberto really enjoys fucking Erica, especially when I'm away.  I don't mind.  Roberto is a real man and he has his needs.

Roberto and I decided that we would celebrate our five year anniversary by taking a three month tour of Europe.  I was so excited!  It was going to cost a fortune, but that's OK because Eric had made millions in software before he became Erica.  And now Eric's millions are all mine.

Anyway, Roberto and I planned our trip.  But what to do about Erica? We couldn't leave him unsupervised for three months.  So I call Ms. Trainer for advice.  She suggested that, while we were away, I leave Erica with her for a brand new program she was launching -- An intensive "Sissy Refresher Course" for advanced sissies. Ms. Trainer gave me an initial description over the phone and later emailed me more details.  It sounded perfect so I agreed right away, even though it was very, very expensive.  And now that I was seeing the results, I know we had made the right decision and it was worth every penny.

"That's very nice Erica," Ms. Trainer said.  "Go back and put on the next outfit and model it for us."  And off Erica went again.

Before Erica minced out of the room on his high silver heels, I caught his eye once again.  Whatever Ms. Trainer had done to him over the past twelve weeks had left him a nervous, terrified wreck.

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- The Conclusion

By the time Danielle woke up, it was already dark out.  His eyes were blurry and his head -- and his ass -- hurt. A lot. He managed to read the clock on the end table and it said 9:25!  Danielle had told is wife that he would be home by 6:00! He had been asleep for several hours. What had happened?  Danielle fumbled for a light switch.

"Martin?  Martin?  Where are you?  Did you know it is after 9:00?  I really need to get home now.  My wife is going to kill me!  Martin?"  But Martin was nowhere to be found.  Martin was long gone Danielle had slept because Martin had crushed several Ambien tablets and put them in Danielle's champagne.

Danielle ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  He looked awful.  His make-up and hair were a total mess.  And there was Martin's cum caked on his face and in his hair.  "Martin!  Where are you?" he wailed again.  He looked for his purse so he could at least comb his hair and fix his make-up but he couldn't find that either.

But he did find an envelope propped up against the champagne bottle with "Danielle" written on it. Danielle opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside and started reading it:

Dear Stupid Sissy Slut --

By the time you read this I am long gone.  How does it feel to have my semen drying deep inside your sissy ass-pussy and in your throat and on your face?  Does it feel like you've been used as a worthless sissy cum bucket?  It should.  Because that's exactly what you are.

I made you tell me that you loved me. You shouted it while my dick was up your ass! But I want you to know that you meant nothing to me.  You are just a weak, worthless sissy bitch.  Your only value is as a place for real men like me to leave our sperm.

I can't believe how easy you were to manipulate.  You believed every word I said.  I have never met anyone more stupid or more gullible in my entire life.

By the way, I took you purse and your phone.  And I took back the diamond heart necklace.  I will give that to someone I actually care about.

Good luck checking out of the hotel -- the front desk is expecting you to pay.  The room cost $950. I'm not sure how you will handle that without your purse, but I don't really care.

I am sure that you will never forget me.  But I want you to know that I have already forgotten everything about you.

Martin

Danielle had to read the entire letter twice to begin to comprehend what it was saying. And when it sank it, he began to cry.  And cry. His feelings were crushed. He collapsed to the floor, sobbing so hard that he struggled to breathe. His heart was broken and he felt like such a fool and such a failure. Martin's letter was right -- he was just a worthless sissy bitch.

The crying continued for some minutes but as his thoughts cleared, Danielle began to focus on some practical problems he had like getting home and paying for the hotel.  There was no choice but to call his wife and have her come rescue him. So that's what he did.

"Where the fuck are you?" I screamed into the phone when he called.  "You said you would be home at 6:00 and now it's nearly 10:00!  Where are you?"  I was really enjoying this.

Danielle confessed that he wasn't really downtown but instead at the Inn on the Pier and I responded with well rehearsed surprise.  Danielle had to spill everything -- his lying to me, the diamond necklace, having sex with Martin -- everything.  My anger in response was volcanic and Danielle had no defense.

I took my time driving down to the lake and picking him up.  He looked absolutely awful!  His hair was a tangled, gooey mess and his make-up was smeared. Mascara was running down his cheeks from all the crying. The girls at the reception desk couldn't help but giggle when they saw Danielle, a total train wreck, walk through the lobby. I paid the room charge which gave me yet one more stick to beat Danielle with. I had purposely parked my car several blocks away so Danielle could enjoy a nice long "walk of shame" down sidewalks crowded with people out for Saturday night.

Danielle cried and cried the whole way home.  The poor little sissy must have been near total emotional collapse with the combined effect of his extreme heartbreak and his total humiliation.  He repeatedly blubbered about how sorry he was. I remained shocked and furious -- even though he had done everything exactly the way I had hoped he would.

Danielle's waterworks had mostly subsided by the time I pulled the car in the garage.  I turned off the engine but before getting out of the car, I said to him, "You know, Danielle, you have truly disappointed me in so many ways.  Your little "affair" -- and especially your lies to me -- have changed everything. I have made a decision. From now on, you may continue to live here, serving as my maid, keeping the house spotless, making my meals, doing my laundry -- everything -- but I do not want to have to see or hear you.  Ever!  You will do your chores when I am asleep or out of the house or in our -- I mean, my -- room. Otherwise, when I am home, you are to become invisible. You will stay in the storage room in the basement, as quiet as a church mouse. That is where you will live starting immediately. And this is how things will be until -- and if -- I decide that things will change. Do you have any questions?"

The totally defeated little sissy just shook his head. "I can't hear your head shaking. I asked you if you have any questions?" I said with anger welling up in my voice.

"No, Ma'am.  No questions." my sissy whispered meekly.

Then I exploded on him, slapping him violently across the face until my hands hurt. "I told you that I don't want to hear you! What part of that didn't you understand!?!" I was screaming out loud but laughing inside.

The poor confused sissy just bowed his head in total subservience demonstrating that he understood.

"I'm going to bed now. After I'm upstairs you can get out of the car. In the morning after I leave for the day, you can move your things out of the master bedroom and into the basement."

And then for the coup de grace. "Since you were unfaithful to me, I have decided that I am going to have an affair of my own."  Whatever color was left in Danielle's face drained away immediately.  He was devastated. I had succeeded in completely breaking him!  I had restored the proper balance to our dominant wife/submissive sissy husband relationship.

I smiled as I thought about Danielle's diamond heart pendant, hidden from view, hanging between my breasts.  Just imagine how Danielle will feel when he learns that I am going out with Martin next Saturday night!

A Sissy for my Husband

I am a woman with a serious problem.  I have a condition that makes it very painful for me to have sex.  But I am married to a handsome man who I love very much.  To make matters worse, he has an enormous cock which makes having sex almost impossible for me.  He has tried to be patient and understanding with me, but he is a man, with a man's needs.

I was worried that my marriage would fall apart if I couldn't solve this problem.  I didn't want my husband taking up with a mistress.  I considered letting him see prostitutes but that seemed wrong on several levels.  Then a friend suggested that I consider getting a sissy to service my husband's needs.  I didn't know what she was talking about until she showed me this blog.  I had no idea that there were services, like Ms. Trainer's Academy, that are able to create -- and sell -- submissive sissies!  This seemed like a perfect solution to me.  I hated the idea of my husband being with another woman -- but it would be OK with me if he wanted to fuck a little feminized sissy.

When I first suggested this to my husband, he didn't like the idea at all.  He said that fucking a sissy would be "gay."  But then I showed him some of the pictures on this blog -- dozens of pictures of beautiful, sexy submissive sissies.  Not surprisingly, my husband gradually became more receptive to the idea.

Well, last month, the sissy I had ordered was finally delivered (the wait list is over a year!).  And our life has never been happier.  My dear husband gets to fuck his little sissy whenever and however he wants -- twice a day, sometimes three times a day.  It must be unbearable for the poor little sissy since my husband's dick is so huge. His poor little "sissy pussy" must scream with pain every time my husband attacks him.  Oh well.  I'm sure I don't care.



And here's the added bonus!  When my husband isn't fucking the little sissy whore's brains out, the little bitch is mine to do with whatever I want.  I simply love having a little sissy housemaid to do all the cleaning and cooking that I'm supposed to be doing.  I now have so much more free time to spend with my girlfriends while my husband is at work.

My husband and I have never been closer.  We are both happier knowing that his needs are being taken care of under our roof.

Thank you, Ms. Trainer, for saving our marriage.

A Sissy Begs for Forgiveness

"Oh, please, Stepmother," I begged.  "It won't happen again.  I am so sorry.  I promise.  Please don't punish me.  PLEASE!"  I stood in the middle of the room, perched in my towering high heels, my manicured hands clasped together as I repented for my failings.

"SILENCE!" Stepmother shouted.  "You are NEVER to speak unless spoken to!"

I lowered my eyes to the floor, now terrified that I had made my terrible situation much worse.

"Look at you, you pathetic sissy.  I can see right through that ridiculus outfit you are wearing.  Only a real sissy slut would dress like that.  Aren't I right?"  she asked.

"Yes Ma'am," I replied softly, even though we both knew that she picked out all the outfits I was allowed to wear.

"You broke a very expensive teacup when you were washing the dishes today and that sort of misbehavior must be punished.  So what will it be, sissy?  The paddle or the dildo?"

Oh no, I thought.  This was going to be bad.  Even though my bottom was still raw from my last spanking, I really hated being punished with Stepmother's strap-on.  "The paddle," I said.  "Please," I quickly added.

I pulled down my panties, lifted my billowy skirt over my waist, and lay across Stepmother's lap.  But before she started paddling my bottom, she called out loudly, "Tiffany, please come in here!"

And in walked Tiffany, my stepsister.  Oh God!  What was Tiffany doing here?  It was so humiliating having my much younger stepsister seeing me like this, laying across Stepmother's lap, with my skirt hiked up and my bare bottom sticking up in the air. I started to try to squirm away, but Stepmother is so much stronger than me and she held me firmly in place.  "Be still, Sissy!"  Stepmother growled.  Tiffany roared with laughter seeing me like this.

"You see, Sissy," she explained, "I decided that it was time to show Tiffany how to discipline you.  That way we can ensure that you will always be as obidient to her as you are to me.  Now go ahead, Tiffany.  Do it just the way I explained."

Tiffany picked up my punishment paddle and waved it in front of my face.  "Kiss it, Sissy," she said with an evil grin.  I did just as instructed, knowing that to protest would be very unwise.

And with that Tiffany began to administer 20 stinging blows to my bare bottom, while her mother held me firmly in place on her lap.  After the first ten, Stepmother said to Tiffany, "Now dear, if you don't spank him harder than that, how will he ever learn his lesson?"

Tiffany put all her strength into the next ten blows.  I could hear her laughing as she abused my bottom.  Tears were pouring down my face as the pain and humiliation were unbearable.

When Tiffany was done with my beating, Stepmother started rubbing my burning bottom.  "Have you learned your lesson, Sissy?"

"Yes Ma'am," I whimpered.  "I'm very sorry. I learned my lesson."  I started to get up from Stepmother's lap.

"Not so fast, Sissy," she said with a sneer as she kept me pinned to her lap with her strong arms.  "You didn't thank Tiffany for teaching you a lesson and helping you to become a better Sissy."

I choked back my tears and forced myself to say, "Thank you Tiffany for teaching me a lesson and helping me to become a better Sissy."

Stepmother administered a sharp bare-handed slap to my bright red bottom and snarled, "From now on you will refer to her as Mistress Tiffany, do you understand?"

"Yes, Stepmother.  I understand.  I am sorry for my inpertinence, Mistress Tiffany."

"That's more like it," Stepmother said with a satisfied smile.  "Now get yourself cleaned up and get started on making dinner."

Sissy Prepares to "Entertain"

Sissy Amanda's cell phone buzzed.  It was a text message from his wife.  "Leaving now.  Home in 1 hour.  Be ready to entertain."

"Home in just one hour!?!" Sissy Amanda thought with alarm.  He stopped scrubbing the kitchen floor and raced to his little bedroom in the basement.  He stripped off his maid's uniform, sat down at his vanity and got busy making himself look beautiful.  His wife and her lover would be home soon from their romantic weekend in the country and Sissy Amanda had been instructed to always look his best when they returned.  And from the text it was clear that he needed to be prepared to sexually "entertain" them as soon as they arrived.

Sissy Amanda finished doing his make-up and took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror before putting on his dress.  He looked at his delicately arched eye-brows, at his sexy, smokey eye shadow, at the pink lipstick that coated his soft, full lips.  He burst into tears thinking about what he had become.......

My Sissy Assistant -- Part 1

After my husband ran off, I started having awful problems with the rotten stepson I was left with. I travel a lot on business (I am a fashion buyer for a famous department store) and he was getting into all sorts of terrible trouble when I was away. A friend suggested that I have him feminized because sissified gurly boys are so much better behaved.


Well that's what I did.  I sent away to have him transformed.  It took about a year and the results were amazing. Not only did I now have a cute, feminine "stepdaughter," but he was now completely obedient and compliant.  He would do anything I said without any reservation or complaint.  He was completely broken.  I understand that he had been subjected to some rather strict behavior modification during his year long conversion.


I was, of course, delighted. I could now leave my femmy stepson at home while I traveled without worrying.  When I would return home from a trip, my home would be spotlessly clean and he would greet me with a delightful little curtsey to welcome me home.


During one particularly busy period, I was falling behind in my paperwork and I asked my Sissy stepson to do some filing in my home office.  He did it perfectly.  I soon had him keeping track of my appointments and filling out expense reports for me.  I suddenly had my own personal Sissy Assistant!

I decided to take my Sissy with me on a two-week west coast trip and it worked out wonderfully!  No one was surprised to see a senior buyer like me followed around by a sweet little assistant.  But of course, my Sissy had to dress the part.  So I bought several fashionable outfits for him to wear.   Here are a few of the dresses I had him wear on his first trip with me as my secretary.  Doesn't he look adorable!













I knew he hated it, but he was too well trained to complain.  At first, I know he was scared that someone would find out that he was not a pretty girl but actually a sissified boy.  And I constantly threatened him that someone would figure out his secret unless he behaved with girlish perfection.  But of course, his feminization was so complete that no one would ever guess he wasn't a girl -- unless you pulled down his panties.

My Cute Sissy Dress

When Mistress came home from work this evening, I was wearing my little maid's dress and greeted her with a curtsey, as I did every evening.  I took her bag and coat and brought her a glass of wine while she relaxed in her big chair in the living room.  As she sipped her wine, I busied myself massaging her feet as she told me about her plans for the evening.  

"We're going out tonight," she announced.  "Go put on that cute, pale yellow sissy party dress I bought you last week."  I stood up, curtsied and went to my room to change.

I was nervous as I put on my pretty little dress.  It just screamed "Sissy!"  Where ever we were going tonight, I was sure to attract a lot of attention.  It was made of sheer material and had a ruffly trim on the big collar and cuffs.  The skirt was both comically full and embarrassingly short.  I hated wearing it!  As I slipped out of my maid's outfit, I saw my reflection in the mirror.  I was surprised by how weak and skinny I looked.  I must have a few more pounds last week.  I put on my yellow sissy dress as instructed and returned to the living room.

When I returned to the living room, my Mistress as there, dressed all in tight black leather -- tight leather jeans, tall black boots and her black leather jacket.  I froze with fear when I saw her.  "That's right!" she said with an evil smile.  "Tonight we're going to the biker bar!"

"Oh, please no!," I pleaded.  "Not dressed like this!"

Well Mistress did not like hearing my protest.  She slapped me hard across the face.  "Sissies are NOT allowed to complain!" she screamed at me, slapping me hard across the face again.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again," I replied meekly.

"That's better,  Now get in the car."  And off we went.

The night was just as horrible as you can imagine.  The bar was packed with dozens of big, hairy men -- all in leather and jeans, covered with tattoos and smelling like beer and smoke.  And there was I, in my sweet little yellow Sissy dress.  I was the center of attention.  I was surrounded by men who, at first, were just laughing at me and calling me names.  But soon, some of the men started rubbing against me and feeling me up.  Then they started taking turns kissing me.  They would wrap their big arms around me and hug me so hard I could barely breathe.  I could feel their cocks get hard through their tight jeans as they pressed against me.  This went on for hours.  All the while, Mistress watched with delight from a stool at the other end of the bar.

Sometime around 1:30, I went to the ladies room.  But when I came out, Mistress was gone.  The bartender said that she left with a couple of guys.  I was stranded!  One man offered to drive me home...in the morning.  I didn't have any options.  I left the bar with him and rode on the back of his Harley back to his trailer where we spent the night.  Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night as the man took full advantage of having a stranded Sissy in his bed.  

When I finally got home Mistress yelled at me for not having her breakfast ready.  I curtsied, apologized and went into the kitchen to prepare my Mistress's breakfast.      

Sissy Goes Outside Part 3

It's been two months since my sister and her friends set me up to be caught by the Tasker brothers when I walked in front of their house wearing my sister's clothes.  My life has been a total nightmare ever since.  The boys make me come over to their house every day after school.  My sister thinks it's funny and that I'm getting what I deserve for being such a Sissy.


On that first day, after the boys had dragged me inside, they told me that I was now their "little Sissy sex toy."  They said that I had to do everything they told me to do or they would kill me!  Well if you had ever met either of the Tasker brothers, you would believe their threats.  And for the next two hours they took turns raping me.  One would hold me down while the other would have sex with me.  It felt like they pumped a gallon of cum in my bottom.  When they used my mouth, they forced me to swallow their hot, sticky cum.   It was horrible -- but there was nothing I could do about it. They were both so much bigger and stronger than me.  I was trapped and completely helpless.  I was crying the whole time, begging them to stop -- but they ignored me and just kept fucking me, over and over, like a pair of wild animals.


After a couple of hours they started to get tired and bored, so they told me to get out.  But first they told that I had to come back every afternoon.  They told me to be at their front door at 4:00 sharp and to "look real sexy."  And they also told me that next time I better not be such a "Sissy crybaby."

So everyday, as soon as I get home from school, my sister helps me with my make-up and clothes before driving me over to the Taskers' house.  She teases me saying things like, "What a lucky Sissy you are to have two boyfriends," and "You are such a Sissy slut!"  She's given me some of her old dresses and underwear -- and her friends have contributed some old clothes to my new wardrobe as well.  I try very hard to look pretty, because I'm worried that the boys will get angry with me if I don't look nice.  My hair is now a bit longer and I think I am getting better at looking like a real girl.

Now when I go to the Taskers' house, I arrive by 4:00, as instructed.  I stand on the porch until one of them, usually Ben, the younger one, opens the door.  If the weather is nice, Ben makes me pose for photos before he lets me inside.  This is a picture that Ben took of me today on the same sidewalk where they first caught me two months ago.   I'm wearing a dress that my sister bought at Goodwill for me and a pair of shoes from one of her friends.


Recently, they've started making me do chores around their house before they start having sex with me.  Today I had to wash all dishes in the sink and do some laundry before the brothers decided it was "play time" and started taking off their pants.  I've become their sex slave and maid, all in one!

Graduating Sissies

It was Graduation Day at the Sissy Academy!

After nine months of intensive behavior and body modifications and training at the Academy, the six Sissies had been fully transformed.

None of the Sissies had "enrolled" in the Academy voluntarily.  Three were deposited at the Academy by vengeful wives, one by  an angry stepmother, and two had been runaway teenage boys kidnapped from the bus station.

The training and transformation process had been brutal and relentless.   Any resisitance or display of masculine behaviour was swiftly and harshly punished.  Extensive plastic surgery was performed and hormones administered against their will.  Perfection was required in all classes at the Academy, from hair and make-up, to ballet, to housekeeping, to "techniques for pleasing your man sexually."

After nine months at the Academy, the poor Sissies were deeply confused and disoriented.  Despite their resistance to the training, all of the Sissies felt a unsettling sense of pride for having satisfied their trainers and graduating.  They all smiled as they posed for the group photo following the awarding of diplomas.

And of course, all of the Sissies were looking forward to going home -- or at least being free again.  Silly Sissies!  That wasn't going to happen.

At 6:30, the post-Graduation cocktail party would begin.  What the Sissies didn't know was that at 7:30, the Sissy Auction would begin.  And by 9:00, all of the Sissies will have been sold to their new Masters and whisked away to their new homes and new lives.  For a lucky few, a life as a Sissy housewife might await.  But for most, a life of servitude and humiliation awaits, serving their new Masters as Sissy slaves, Sissy maids and Sissy whores.

A Stepmother's Sissy

After my father's death, my evil stepmother sent me away to feminization clinic in Brazil.  There, over the course of 18 months, I was forced to undergo a total transformation from a normal teenage boy to sexy submissive sissy.  The feminization clinic was part hospital, part bizarre finishing school and part hellish concentration camp.


I was awakened extra early today and taken to the salon, where over the course of several hours my hair and make-up were done in a very glamorous style.  Then I was brought back to the Administration building where my trainers dressed me in this very fancy lingreie. 

As several bracelets were slipped on my wrist, I heard my stepmother's voice coming from the next room.  I had not seen her since she had imprisoned me in the clinic a year and a half ago.

"That's right, Sissy, your Stepmommy is here.  She can't wait to see what we've done to you!  Time for your big debut," one of my trainers said with a cruel smile.

"Well hurry up and get out here!" my stepmother commanded from the next room.  "Don't be shy -- no reason for my new stepdaughter to be bashful in front of her stepmother," she cackled.

I was frozen with fear, horrified by the idea of parading aroung in front of her in my bra and panties, my complete sissification on full display.

"Get out there and behave yourself -- or else," the trainer threatened, brandishing the cattle prod he always carried. 

I swallowed hard and braced myself for the humiliation that awaited me.  I nervously parted the beaded curtain that hung in the doorway and made my entrance to the other room.  There was my horrible stepmother, seated on a sofa snuggled up close to a man I had never seen before.

My stepmother squealed with delight when she saw me.  "Oh my Gawd!" she exclaimed.  "It's even better than I could have dreamed.  Look at you, you pathetic sissy faggot.  What a little sissy slut you must be, prancing around in your girly undies for everyone to see."

"Isn't this wonderful, Roberto," my stepmother said to the man next to her,  "Now that my loser stepson is gone forever, I will inherit all of his father's millions.  We are rich, Roberto!" she said giving him a big hug.

"Well, time to go home Sissy.  Today you start you new life as my personal handmaiden, my own fulltime servant tending to my every need.  Won't that be wonderful?" she teased.

"We will dress her and bring her to your limo," the trainer helpfully offered.

"Oh heavens no," my stepmother replied.  "She doesn't need clothes.  She looks so lovely just the way she is.  Come along Sissy, get in the car.  A new life awaits!"

The Busy Life of a Sissy Servant

Sissy Daniela feels completely fulfilled by his/her role as the submissive, obedient servant of the Mistress that he/she adores. He happily gave up everything he once had as a man -- his job, his family, his life savings, and most of all his free will -- in order to be able to serve his beloved Mistress 24 hours a day. Sissy Daniela works tirelessly as the Mistress's sissy maid, her sissy secretary and when necessary, her sissy lover. In return for his/her devotion and service, Sissy Daniela receives the Mistress's firm and expert guidance in being transformed physically and mentally into a beautiful, docile sissy servant.

It is not easy being a sissy servant to a demanding and strong Mistress. It is only 5:30 in the morning, but our pretty little Sissy is already awake, bathed, and his/her hair and make-up are done to perfection. Still dressed in only his/her pretty bra and exquisitely tight girdle, Sissy Daniela checks the list of chores for the day. Soon he/she will don the morning service uniform and apron and prepare the Mistress's breakfast, beginning another day of servitude.

Sissy Double Date

Poor little Sissy.  At first he thought the crossdressing games he played

with his wife were fun.  But now, 18 months later, he is living as the full-

time maid to his Wife/Mistress and her lover. 

Recently, his Wife/Mistress has been saying that her Sissy is simply too pretty, too sexy to keep locked up in the house.  So tonight, Sissy is going on a double date with his Wife/Mistress, her lover and another man!  Poor Sissy!  He is so nervous and so frightened.  He knows nothing about the man that his Wife/

Mistress has selected for his date.  All Sissy does know is that he will

be beaten severely if he doesn't look pretty or if he doesn't behave

himself tonight...