Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: JanetMarie on July 28, 2008, 12:30:56 AM
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MISTRESS MARILYN’S MAID
Where to begin? What to say? Let’s just suffice it to say that I was a guy who had gotten into his sister’s (and his Mother’s and a few cousin’s, and others) panties (and later slips and dresses and crinolines, and so on), when very young and had so enjoyed the experience that it became a habit, a hobby, a part of me that could not be denied.
When young, I was not averse to filching an item or two or sometimes three from a clothes hamper in the bathroom of someone we might be visiting and wearing it home beneath my own clothes. I also made a few moonlit acquisitions from clotheslines of items of special interest to me that happened to be left out overnight. Those were terror-filled moments as the neighbor’s dogs, anybody up late, noises in the night might trigger discovery of the act. My heart was always pounding when I approached the forbidden goodies hanging from the line.
Fortunately, I was never caught in the act (except for one person shouting “Who’s out there?” from an open window as I panicked and aborted my attempted coup).
When I got older, I managed to muster the courage to buy a few things for myself from department and womens stores. I always made sure to buy a good ways away from where I lived so there would be little chance of my being recognized and quizzed. Of course, there were always a few questions with knowing smiles from the sales ladies as to whether this was a gift for “someone special”. I couldn’t help turning red the first several times but found eventually that repeated buying from the same store and the same clerk, often made the experience easier. I was determined to overcome my reticence in that regard and set a goal of buying at least one item every week and to alternate between stores I had already bought at and “new territory” – a store I had never been to before.
Needless to say, my lingerie drawer grew by leaps and bounds and I found myself in need to branch out further with my little hobby into cosmetics, dresses, skirts and shoes. Also, fortunately for me, the internet came along and I discovered online buying. Nirvana!! I had struck it rich!!!
One day I did a search on “Adult Sissy” and discovered a world I never expected to see. For some reason, I became enchanted with the sissy and schoolgirl dresses and look.
In no time at all, I acquired several sissy dresses including maid dresses and locking dresses as well. I also acquired schoolgirl blouses, jumpers, Mary Jane and T-strap shoes in patent, pink and red. Knee and calf length socks and lace-trimmed anklets were soon gracing my sock drawer. Even a couple of pretty wigs were added to my trousseau.
Also, about this time, I realized that I needed some help with my cosmetics application. I was dissatisfied with the results I was getting and unsure of exactly how to proceed. I thought of going to an Avon or Mary Kay rep but was unsure as to whether I could get the help from them that I really needed. Then, one day, while reading the adult ads in the local free paper, I noticed an ad from a “Mistress Marilyn” that read something like “Guidance and instruction provided to sissies, girlie boys and adult babies. Become the girl or baby girl of your dreams today: instruction in manners, conduct, cosmetics, etc. given at your convenience. This is a fee-based program. Call if interested.” A phone number was given at the end of the ad. I somehow felt drawn to the ad, as if this was the next step in my journey into femininity. Yet for some reason, I hesitated and put it off for several days. I was torn between making the call or not. Somewhere deep within me, I felt as if there was some risk attached to this. Yet the thought of being able to wear my pretty sissy dresses while learning how to correctly apply cosmetics, was very tempting to me. Eventually, I gave in and made the call after being sure to turn off caller ID on my cell phone.
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I was very hesitant and stammered like a kid at first but Mistress Marilyn was very reassuring and patient. I told her of my cross-dressing desires and how they had progressed. I also mentioned that I was very interested in improving my use of cosmetics. She said that she routinely gave lessons in cosmetic use and beauty tips. “However,” she said, “I take a step-by-step approach which emphasizes proper preparation, expert application and selection of the appropriate items to use. You have to understand that, if you desire training in cosmetics, it’s not a one-night experience in the particular area you choose. Rather, it’s an ongoing course that starts with the basics and emphasizes excellence in every aspect. When you finish my cosmetics course, you will not only know but also be able to apply all the lessons to yourself and, if need be, to others. Several of my students have already passed the state cosmetology certification licensing test and they all passed with flying colors!”
We must have talked for a half hour or more and, as time wore on, I became increasingly comfortable in talking with her. She asked about my fantasies and I told her that being a maid was one of them and that was the reason I had thought of contacting her. Could I possibly bring my own clothes and have my cosmetics lesson be part of that experience.
She laughed and said, “Of course, I ‘d love for you to become one of my girls. However, if you do choose to become one of my girls, there are three basic rules: one, you have to attend class at least once a month; two, you must maintain your wardrobe here and three, you must do everything I tell you to do without question or hesitancy. If you can do that, you can be one of my girls and receive a reduced rate. However, the introductory rate is $250 initially. That includes one hour of dressing and the beginning cosmetics training in your case. Since it’s your first time here and you’re probably undecided on becoming one of my girls, I’ll add a bonus hour and a surprise experience that I’m sure you’ll enjoy. I do not take one-night or one-time requests. All of my girls are very committed to their lifestyle and they all attend regularly. So, as I said, I will extend the introductory rate to you and after that experience, you can decide if you want to be one of my girls or go elsewhere. If you do choose to become one of my girls, we can then discuss how often you’ll attend and the rate that will be charged.”
“I would like a little time to think it over,” I said rather hesitantly. That was a lot of money for one lesson for only an hour.
“That would be fine with me. All I ask is that you please give me a call before five PM tomorrow to let me know one way or the other,” Mistress Marilyn replied happily. “I feel sure from having talked with you that we could work well together. I promise you, you’ll have a great time and you’ll enjoy your first cosmetology lesson. I know I’d be happy to teach you and I really look forward to seeing you in your pretty outfit. Thanks for calling, Sweetie! Give me a call when you’ve made up your mind one way or the other and we can set up your appointment if you’d like. ‘Bye for now,” she said as she ended the call.
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~That Janet Marie, she just takes forever to post a new part to a story. I think I'm going to take her out back and smack her around a little until she learns to be a little (or a lot) more prompt with her story updates. Tsk! Tsk!
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I was in a bit of a quandary, it was expensive but I really felt she was right – I would have a good time and I would learn something from her. Yet, something in me made me hesitant. I decided to sleep on it and see how I felt the next day. Money wasn’t all that much of an issue as I could pull that much from one of my savings accounts and replace it in a payday or two. Nevertheless, I was still very nervous about the whole thing as I had never done anything like this before. I felt somehow as if I was walking off the end of a cliff. Yet, the edge of the cliff seemed somehow very desirable and I felt myself being irresistibly drawn toward it.
I slept somewhat fitfully that night and had a vivid dream in which I was in my pretty yellow maid’s dress replete with the full white petticoat I had bought for it, standing in my three-inch patent open-toed high heels with the ankle straps, my blond wig on my head with the large pretty pale blue bows in place holding my hair back on both sides. Mistress Marilyn was standing before me, inspecting and critiquing my appearance as I trembled slightly in apprehension. I awoke in a bit of a sweat and knew then that, no matter what, this was a step I had to take regardless of any consequences.
I went to work the next day and couldn’t wait for the workday to be over. I hurried home and called Mistress Marilyn to tell her I would like an appointment very much.
“I’m felt sure you would, sweetie,” she laughed. “Will this Friday at 7PM be convenient for you?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I responded with a tremor in my voice. I still felt some anticipation and dread in regard to this little adventure.
“Good, I’ll expect you at seven then. Please don’t be late. I insist on punctuality with all my girls and do not make exceptions. Remember, this appointment is so that you can make a choice as to whether you’d like to become one of my girls or not and it is not an exclusive decision: we both have to agree before you can continue under my tutelage. However, if you qualify in potential, obedience and trustworthiness, I may decide to make the offer to you. If I do make the offer to allow you to become one of my girls, your decision is binding – either you become one of my girls and accept the rules of the house without question or you go your own way. I can assure you though that all of my girls have found the choice to be very rewarding and fulfilling.
Now, I’ll give you directions. Do you have a pencil and paper handy?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as she proceeded to dictate the directions to her place which I wrote down carefully.
“I’ll see you Friday evening then.” She said when we had finished.
“Yes Ma’am, I understand and I’ll be there promptly at 7PM. Thank you.” I responded.
We said our goodbyes and she hung up.
I felt somewhat lightheaded. What was I doing? I couldn’t believe I was taking this step. It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Yet, somehow, I was being drawn inexorably forward by the possibilities of the situation. I was apprehensive, excited and elated all at the same time. I sat and had a glass of wine and watched a little TV to calm myself down.
After that, I got up and began to get together the outfit I had seen myself wearing in my dream, the yellow dress, white crystalline petticoat, blond wig, black patent shoes, matching yellow satin rhumba panties, white anklet socks with yellow bows, the pair of light blue bows for my hair. I became excited again as I assembled my little trousseau for my coming adventure with Mistress Marilyn.
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Since it was only Tuesday, I waited anxiously for Friday to arrive. My excitement as well as my concern about what I was doing both seemed to heighten as each day passed.
I added a pretty white bra, a white satin garter belt and nylon stockings to the collection I had gathered and carefully packed it in the gym bag I had. I took the dress back out and hung it back up so as not to wrinkle it after having practiced carefully packing it.
Time seemed to weigh on me as my anxiety and elation peaked until at last it was Friday. I had a great day at work as the day seemed to just fly by. After work I went to the bank and withdrew the money I needed for this little adventure. I even put it in a bank provided money holder which I put in the gym bag the minute I got home so as not to forget it. By that time it was already 6PM. So, I had a quick bite to eat after which I got out and carefully packed the dress. I felt so glad that I would soon be wearing my beautiful yellow satin and taffeta dress before someone else for the very first time yet I was still trembling with anxiety inside at what I was doing. I did not know what this night would hold for me and wondered what the “surprise” that Mistress Marilyn had mentioned might be.
I got out here directions and read them again. I figured it would take me about forty-five minutes to get to her home and therefore decided to pack and get on my way so as not to be late. As I drove, I realized that I had not counted on Friday evening traffic. For some reason the freeways seemed to be jammed and things – although not at a stop – were moving slowly. My anxiety increased as I knew I couldn’t be late. At last, things started to pick up and I saw the accident that was the cause of the slowdown. I breathed a little easier as we got back to normal freeway speeds but I was still concerned with the time. The clock on the dashboard read 6:50PM as I took the exit to near where she lived. I located her house and began looking for a parking place which, fortunately, only took a minute or so. I parked, grabbed my gym bag and checked my watch which showed 6:57PM. I took off at almost a trot towards her house and when I arrived at her doorstep the time on my watch was exactly 6:59PM. I hurriedly pressed the doorbell and waited anxiously for her to answer the door. Looking around, I noticed that the neighborhood was really quite a nice one and thought to myself that she must really do well for herself as a mistress. I was physically trembling and half out of my mind hoping I wouldn’t be late. It seemed to take forever for her to answer the door. My watch now said 7PM and I watched the seconds tick toward 7:01 and then it was 7:01 and I rang the bell again desperately hoping I would not be counted late. At last, I heard somebody approaching the door and the latch being unfastened. Then the door was being opened and this beautiful brunette woman with the kindest face was smiling at me. I was in a daze, a trance. Would I be admitted or not?
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“Good evening,” she said with the voice I had heard on the telephone, “I see you are just barely on time. I do hope you will allow yourself a little more time in the future. Would you like to come in so we can begin your first session?”
“Y-y-yes, Ma’am,” I shyly responded as I hesitantly took my first step into her house and into an adventure with no idea of the outcome for me.
I stepped shyly across the threshold into the foyer with its hardwood floor and blue and red Persian carpet. The house appeared to be quite well kept and furnished in a Victorian style with well-polished furniture that appeared to be antiques in many cases.
As she shut the entryway door and slid the latch home, I felt somehow suddenly sealed, beyond any hope, into my fate and whatever awaited me within this house.
“Follow me, please,” she smiled pleasantly as she led the way down the hall with its long red Persian carpet runner to a room which she ushered me into as she held the door open.
The room was furnished simply but elegantly. Hardwood floors with a large peach or beige colored oriental carpet, a waterfall style double bed of 1930’s vintage stood against the wall on the left, a matching waterfall dresser stood against the wall opposite to where I stood as I entered and a matching waterfall vanity with its large round mirror was positioned against the wall to my right. There were two doors to the right and left of the vanity. The door to the right of the vanity stood partially open and apparently led to a large walk-in closet. The other door was wide open and I could see the white marble tiled floor of what appeared to be a bathroom. There was also a small table with a small, slender white porcelain vase with a yellow rose in it just to the right of the doorway. A wood Windsor chair with a decorative cushion placed on the seat was against the wall a few feet beyond the table.
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“Welcome to my home,” Mistress Marilyn said with a calculating, somewhat predatory yet still warm smile in my direction. “By the way, I don’t think you’ve introduced yourself as yet. Would you mind telling me your name, please?” she asked warmly.
“I – I – I, m-my name is James,” I shyly responded as I seemed to cross another bridge in our relationship.
“A pleasure to meet you, James,” she responded. “If you don’t mind, you can unpack the items you’ve brought with you and lay them out on the bed. We’ll get to them shortly. Also, I’ll need you to undress completely – and that means every stitch of clothing, of course. You can hang your clothes in the closet and, when you are done with that, you can wait for me in the chair by the table if you would, please,” she stated quite matter-of-factly.
“What should I do with this?” I said as I held out the packet of cash in its white envelope.
“You can just leave it on the table if you wish. I’ll be back in a short while. There are a few things I have to prepare first,” she said as she turned and left the room and closed the door behind her.
So, there I was, alone and at the very beginning of my little adventure. The thought that I could leave the house right now and exit the entire situation crossed my mind. Yet the sense of adventure in what I was doing somehow drew me on. This was another line to cross in the journey I had begun in my youth and I somehow felt at least partially sure that it would lead to the same excitement and happiness that my prior experience had given me. It seemed somehow worth the risk.
I placed the envelope on the table and turned to my gym bag , unzipped it and began to take the items I had brought with me out. First came the yellow dress which I lay on the bed facing me. ‘Soon I’ll be wearing you for the very first time in a woman’s presence,’ I thought excitedly as I straightened the hem and sleeves. I couldn’t wait for its satin presence to grace my body and feel the snugness of the zipper as it ascended securing me into its satin confines and affirming my sissiness. Next came the matching yellow rhumba panties which I lay next to it. I placed the white anklets with the yellow satin ribbon edging and pretty yellow bows just below the rhumba panties. I put the white satin bra to the left of the rhumba panties and carefully arranged the white satin garter belt and black nylon stockings neatly just below the bra. I also placed the blond wig and the pretty blue hair bows next to the bra. The black patent shoes were placed alongside the bed. Lastly, I took out the petticoat bag from my gym bag, opened it and withdrew the white crystalline petticoat. It was ninety yards of crystalline heaven. I had ordered it made to size and length from the petticoat manufacturer and it was pure enchantment. The lacy trim and crystalline whiteness were a glory waiting to be experienced. I had loved feeling it grace my body since the first day it had arrived. It was a sissy’s true joy and I couldn’t wait to feel it caressing my thighs beneath my pretty yellow satin dress. I placed it carefully near the foot of the bed as I wondered whether Mistress Marilyn would put it on me or have me put it on in her presence. Either way, I knew I was going to enjoy the experience.
I put the petticoat bag back in the gym bag and zipped the gym bag up and placed it next to the Windsor chair.
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My fingers trembled as I took off my coat and hung it up in the closet. Next came my shirt and pants until finally I was standing stark naked. I went over to the vanity and looked at myself in the mirror as I trembled within. ‘Either you’re a total fool or this is going to be one memorable night for you’ I said to myself. I noticed the cosmetics out on the top of the vanity and wondered if they were for me. Not wanting to be caught being nosy, I went to the Windsor chair and seated myself on it to await Mistress Marilyn’s return. I was still trembling and felt very exposed and just a little chilled as I sat there awaiting her return.
In a few minutes, Mistress Marilyn returned and I rose from my seat as she entered the room.
Picking up a three foot long pointer that I had not noticed leaning against the door frame, she approached and instructed me to spread my legs apart and extend my arms to the side. As I meekly complied, she proceeded to circle me and make an inspection.
When she was done, she faced me and said, “None of my girls are allowed to have any hair below their neckline. The hair on your arms, underarms, chest, legs and particularly here” she said as she circled my crotch area with her pointer, “ must go. Follow me and I’ll show you what you need to do before we can proceed,” she stated as she led me into the adjoining bath area. “Here,” she said as she handed me a plastic bottle, “Read the instructions and follow them. When you’re done, I want the bathtub to look as if you had never been in it. Not a hair, not a drop of water is to remain in the tub. It must be immaculately clean. After you’re done with that, use this on every part of your body below your neck– including your feet – that you can reach.” She said as she handed me another plastic bottle of moisturizer. “I’ll return in fifteen minutes and I expect you to be finished by then,” she stated as she turned and brusquely left the room.
Knowing I had so little time, all doubts and considerations went out the window as I hurriedly read the instructions, started the shower and quickly began the process.
I barely made the fifteen minute limit and was applying the last of the moisturizer as she returned.
“Very good,” she proclaimed to my relief as she quickly inspected my work. “Not a hair left anywhere, the tub is perfect and you smell just as sweet as I intended.”
“Now, let’s get you all dressed up in the things you brought with you,” she smiled approvingly as she led me back into the bedroom.
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“Let’s see what you brought,” she commented as she walked over to the bed to survey the clothing I had laid out. “This will never do,” she said as she picked up the garter belt. “However, the rest of it will be fine for your first visit. I’ll get you something a little better,” she said as she went to the dresser and opened the top right drawer and took out a white satin and lace garter belt with sixteen garters.
“Though there may seem to be too many garters to this belt, there is a reason for that. You see, we insist that our girls maintain their stockings in what we consider proper appearance. By that we mean that our dress code for our maids requires that the stocking tops be maintained at the same height all around. Also, you’ll notice there’s a bow at the top of each garter and a satin ribbon over each garter tab. The bows must all appear just below the leg band of your panties and the satin ribbons must be over the garter tabs. Of course, the garters must be equally spaced. I’ll give you guidance so you get it right this time. However, in future you will be expected to handle this on your own,” she said as she wrapped the garter belt around my waist and fastened the clasps.
“Here,” she said as she handed me the black stockings, “you may put these on now and I’ll supervise.”
Shyly, I took the nylons from her and sat on the Windsor chair. The garters made me self-conscious; there were so many of them caressing my thighs and sliding around as I sat. With just this one different garment, I felt as if I was being drawn into another world somehow. One from which escape might prove difficult. I felt flustered and blushed as I rolled the nylons up in preparation for putting them on.
“I also see that you have not had a pedicure,” Mistress Marilyn commented. “We require that all our girls maintain their hands and feet properly. I’ll see that an appointment is made for you if you decide after this session that you wish to continue. Of course, your decision will come after we decide whether you would be suitable for maid training,” she smiled.
I slid the first nylon up my leg as she watched. It felt sensuously delicious as I slid it up my moisturized, silky, hair-free leg. Mistress Marilyn supervised as I attached and spaced the garters. She also showed me how to adjust the garter heights so that my stocking tops would remain absolutely level at all times. Then she watched as I put on the second stocking and adjusted it. She made a few comments but, from what I could tell, I pretty much got the second stocking put on to her standards with a minimum of help. I liked the way garter belt looked on me and the pretty two-inch lace edging to the bottom of it hid very well the point where the garter elastic attached to the garter belt. I was beginning to feel very feminine and felt a fine tingling and excitement from both the nylons touching each other and the garter straps gently brushing my thighs whenever I moved.
“Here,” she smiled as she handed me the yellow satin rhumba panties, “These will be next.”
They felt divine as the silkiness of my nylons touched the satin as I slowly slid them up my legs and pulled them into place. She directed me to make sure the legholes came just above the bows on the garter tabs. Since the panties had a one-inch lace trim at the legholes, the bows were teasingly partly hidden below the lace yet still visible due to the translucence of the lace.
“You will need several garter belts in white, peach, yellow and pale blue. Also, though your panties are satisfactory, you will also need more panties of the same pattern in white, peach and pale blue. We will provide you with the phone number and address of a local lady who will assist you with those acquisitions,” she smiled like a cat dealing with a canary.
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“Next, of course will be your bra,” she said as she picked it up from the bed. “34AAA I see,” she smiled as she handed it to me. “Looks as if it might fit you fairly well,” she laughed as I swung the bra around me and prepared to fasten the hooks at the front.
“No, no, no!! You must learn to fasten the hooks at the back. None of our girls are allowed to fasten their bras at the front and spin them. Being a maid has its difficulties and you must learn to accept them and adapt. Here, I’ll help you,” she smiled as she took the bra from me and held it out so that I could insert my arms through the straps.
“Now,” she said after I had inserted my arms through the straps, “grasp one end of the clasps in each hand and lean forward just a little bit as you extend your arms behind you.”
I did as she told me but was having difficulty making the clasps meet. “Here, let me help you,” she said as she helped me lift my hands a little higher behind my back. It was beginning to hurt a little but suddenly I felt the clasps meet and with a little effort got one to hook and then the other.
“There you go,” she said as I completed connecting the clasps. “You’re getting the hang of it. I’m sure you’ll find it gets easier with time. Before long, you’ll be doing it as a matter of course. It’s one of those things you just have to get used to and adapt to. It takes a little practice but all of our girls master it in a very short time. Soon you’ll be just like them. Now, let me check your bra straps,” she smiled as she proceeded to check the tension on my bra straps. “Just as I thought, you’ve got these too tight. I’ll loosen them for you and I want you to notice the tension on them when I adjust them. Bras are meant to be both functional and comfortable. If you’re going to become one of our maids, it’s important that you know how to properly wear and adjust your bra. We want you to be comfortable while you are performing your duties and bra straps that are too tight are both distracting and uncomfortable. Also, if you do become one of our maids,” she smiled wickedly as she looked directly into my eyes, “you’ll find that in very short order you’ll be needing a slightly larger cup size,” she laughed as she teasingly traced her well manicured fingernail lightly across my bust and nipple as I blushed in abject humiliation.
I felt somehow intensely more feminine as she helped me dress yet somehow as if I was beginning to slowly be drawn into her control. It felt a little bit as if she was the spider and I was the fly. This experience was something I desired more and more intensely with each step along the way. When I entered this house, I had taken the first steps down this corridor which led not where I knew and each experience was drawing me slowly – yet inevitably – onward. She treated me so nicely and almost as if she was my big sister. However, I had no doubts as to who was in control. I was blushing and trembling within yet somehow very excited by what lay before me. This experience was shaping up to be all I had imagined and possibly much more. There was no turning back from here – just the rising dawn of my immersion in feminity.
“What have we here?” she laughed as she picked up the petticoat from the bed and held it in front of herself. “My, isn’t this pretty,” she said as she gazed first down at the petticoat and then at me, “Just what every little girl needs – something to make her feel very pretty, very prissy and every bit a sissy – isn’t it?” she laughed as she directed the question at me.
“Y-y-y-y-es, Mistress Marilyn,” I quietly and blushingly replied
She held it open at my feet and looked up at me expectantly. I knew what was expected of me. This was another step in my journey. I felt intensely feminine as I inserted first one nylon clad foot and then the other through the waistband of my petticoat. The soft folds brushed my nylon clad legs sensuously as she pulled the petticoat up my legs and over my panties. I almost fainted from the soft, sheer pleasure. Then, it was in place and I could feel it brushing my legs and panties. My hands no longer had a safe place to be except in the soft, sensuous folds of my petticoat gently swishing about me.
“There you are,” Mistress Marilyn smiled coquettishly, “ just as pretty as a picture.”
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“I think these should be next,” she said as she picked up one of the black patent shoes from the side of the bed and presented it for me to insert my nylon-clad foot. I blushed as I did so and she proceeded to fasten the ankle strap and then present the other black patent shoe for my other foot and fasten the ankle strap on that one too. The two-inch heels raised me up a bit but, in my opinion, were suitable for a maid. I knew what was coming next and waited for it in anxious anticipation. It was the reason I had begun this little adventure and I trembled as I awaited the culmination of my dressing.
“Now, let’s put you in your pretty dress,” she said as she lifted the yellow satin dress from the bed. “You certainly have good taste in dresses. This one will serve very nicely as a maid’s dress,” she smiled as she lifted it over my head and helped guide my arms into the lace trimmed puffed sleeves. After she settled it over my petticoats and fluffed it out all around, she slowly pulled the zipper up my back. I felt a tingling, as if I was being sealed into some unknown fate by her actions as the zipper caused the dress to hug my torso in its satin embrace. “What a pretty little sissy you make,” she beamed as she tied the satin ties into a large, snug bow at my waistline saying as she did so, “I think you’d make a very nice addition to our group of maids. A little training and you’ll fit right in as one of our girls.”
I blushed at the thought but was somehow also intensely thrilled to think that I might actually become one of her maids. I had never felt more exposed, more intensely feminine, more intensely the sissy I knew I was than at this moment as she snugged the bow at my waist into place. It was as if she was sealing me into some unknown destiny that yet awaited me and I was both trembling with fear and excitement at the prospect that seemed to lie before me. Each action seemed to be drawing me along that unknown pathway into a future both indiscernible yet exciting.
Next, she picked up the blond wig I had brought along. “Very nice,” she said as she placed it on my head and adjusted it slightly. “I see you have good taste in wigs as well,” she smiled as she finished her adjustments. Then, taking the two pale blue bows from the bed, she smiled triumphantly as she pinned them in place in my hair. There was something of a finality to the “click” the French clips gave as she snapped them in place.
Taking me by the hand, she led me in front of the vanity. Standing behind me, she placed her hands on my hips. It was almost a gesture of ownership and made me feel as if I were her doll or plaything somehow.
Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear, “Well, do you like what you see,” she smiled knowingly as I stood there raptly gazing at my pretty image in the vanity mirror.
This was one of the moments I’d come here for. To have a woman dress me as the sissy I was and to see myself as her hands snugged about my waist. I had never felt such a sense of humiliation, such a flood of sissyness and femininity. It was heavenly and I only wished it could go on forever.
“Yes, Mistress Marilyn,” I quietly and submissively whispered as feelings of humiliation and excitement washed over me along with a feeling as if I had crossed a line and there was now no hope of going back.
“And do you think you’d like to become one of my girls and have this happen at least monthly or maybe even more frequently.?” She asked.
“Of course,” I blurted. I couldn’t help myself. The excitement of being dressed by her and having her hands on my hips affirming my sissyhood as well as her soft, persuasive voice whispering in my ear was something I wanted to repeat if at all possible. The pleasure, the humiliation, the sense of sissyness and femininity that was washing over me was more than I could resist.
“Good!” she smiled happily, “I hoped you would and I think I can promise you it will be a decision and an experience you will always remember. Now, let’s get going with your little beauty lesson,” she smiled as she pulled the vanity stool out for me to sit on.
I walked around the stool and pulled it under me as I sat down. I was looking forward to expanding my knowledge of cosmetics secrets and application.
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“Before we begin your cosmetics training session, I think we should formalize your agreement to become one or our maids. There’s a little paperwork that needs to be taken care of. If you’ll excuse me for a few minutes, I’ll be right back,” she smiled as she left the room.
She returned shortly with a clipboard and she was followed by a woman and a man.
“I’d like you to meet Marcie, who is my partner and training assistant, and Glenn, who handles security and also a few training issues. They’re here because, in order for this contract to be legal and binding, it must be witnessed by at least two persons. I also wanted you to meet them since you will be working closely with them at one time or another during your training.”
“Happy to meet you.” I said to Marcie and Glenn. Marcie looked like a very motherly person and I somehow looked forward to working with her. Glenn, on the other hand, appeared to be the kind of person who could handle any security problem that came his way.
“Welcome to the training,” Marcie responded, “I’m sure you will make a very pretty and competent maid,” she smiled down at me as I sat at the vanity.
“Welcome to the training program. I’m sure you’ll work out very well,” Glenn commented.
Mistress Marilyn handed me the clipboard and a pen, she pointed to the highlighted areas I would need to initial on the four-page contract and where my signature should go on the final page.
“Also, you’ll need to both print and sign your name and insert the name you’d like to be called by while you’re in training,” she pointed out.
I was very excited to think that I would become one of her maids and, although I saw some phrases such as; “May use such corrective measures as she may deem necessary,” and “Will comply immediately and in a positive way to all commands, directions and requests of any kind,” and “Will devote herself unceasingly to the perfection of her craft as a maid,” I really wanted to sign this and become her maid in training. There was something so perfect and so right about it that I couldn’t resist. I filled in my name and my Maid name of “Susan”, initialed all the checkmarks on each page without really reading in detail and signed the last page and returned the clipboard to her with a smile and a “Thank you Mistress Marilyn for having me as your maid!”.
“You’re welcome, Maid Susan. I’m sure you will work out very well,” she smiled in return as she signed her name as part of the contract and then handed the clipboard to Marcie and Glenn to sign as witnesses.
“Marcie, please make two copies, one for Maid Susan and one for our records. Thank you both for witnessing Maid Susan’s entry into our program.”
“More than pleased to be of assistance, Mistress,” Marcie grinned as she accepted the contract back from Mistress Marilyn. “I look forward to working with Maid Susan and helping her develop her skills and experience.”
She and Glenn left quietly as Mistress Marilyn turned back to me, “Now, we can begin your lessons, Maid Susan. I’m sure you will find happiness as a maid.”
“Now, let’s begin your cosmetics session. First,” she said picking up a cotton ball and a small bottle, “you have to learn to cleanse and tone your face. Take this,” she said applying some to the cotton ball, “and gently rub it across your face and neck. It will help to cleanse and tone your skin. Normally you would do this in the evening before retiring or first thing in the morning but, today, for instructional purposes, you will do it as part of your training session.”
I proceeded to do as she said. It felt cool against my skin and my face felt cleaner as I applied it.
“Let it set for a minute or two and then,” she said as she handed me a warm wash cloth she had retrieved from the bathroom, “wipe your face clean.”
I did as she instructed and was surprised at how clean my face felt and looked.
“Next, we will do a little brow shaping,” she said as she handed me a comb and some scissors. “You need to maintain the hair on your eyebrows at a length of no more then one-half inch. That is the maximum length allowed for our maids. First, I’ll demonstrate with one brow and then you can do the other,” she commented as she first combed my eyebrow hair upward and snipped it to what seemed a very short length, then combed it down and then once more against the hair growth and trimmed it a second and third time.
When she was done, my eyebrows were still full but very thin length-wise compared to what they had been before.
She handed me the comb and scissors and said, “Now, it’s your turn to do the other brow. Proceed carefully and make sure they match,” she smiled, knowing I had little choice now except to make them match.
I repeated her method and watched in the mirror as both my brows were thinned significantly and became a matched pair. She had me do a little extra trimming of loose hairs on both brows until the match was perfect.
“Very good,” she said when I was done following her instructions. “Now,” she said, handing me a pair of tweezers, “you’ll need to begin removing any and all stray hairs between your eyebrows and above and below them as well.”
She watched as I did so and provided comments and direction when I had doubts.
“Fine,” she said when I had completed that task, “Now, I want you to remove three hairs from the bottom center of each brow. This will be the beginning of arching your brows. Since we want this to be a gradual change, you will repeat this practice every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning until such time as I am satisfied with your results and tell you to stop. We want your brows to be nicely arched and a little on the feminine side. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the process, too,” she smiled as I hesitantly followed her instructions, realizing as I did so, that I was now embarking on my journey as her maid as I continued reshaping my face.
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Looking in the mirror, I saw myself smiling in elation at having accomplished what I felt was a life goal in becoming Mistress Marilyn’s maid in training.
After I had finished with my brows, she handed me a bottle of moisturizing lotion.
“I want you to apply this evening and morning, every day as part of your basic cosmetics preparation. Between cleansing, shaping your brows and moisturizing, you will have established these as part of your daily ritual every evening and morning each day. You will also moisturize your arms, legs, hands and upper torso as well as your face each evening and morning.
The next time you visit, we will begin exploring foundation, eye shadow, eye liner processes and we will then build them into your daily ritual. As you can see, we will be leading you gradually into self-feminization – although not in a very blatant or noticeable manner at first. Since you are now a maid in training, you will follow my directions to a “T” in everything I ask of you.
Now, let me help you undress. You can hang your dress and petticoat in the closet and put your shoes there as well. Your underwear can be put in the hamper in the bathroom to be washed.”
She then proceeded to assist me in removing my dress and petticoat which I duly hung up in the closet, placing my shoes on the closet floor beneath them.
I was trembling a little as I wondered if I’d ever see my dress again.
“The next time you visit, you are to bring another complete set of clothes with you. One of our goals in your training is to help you focus on your responsibilities. We have found that it works much better if you have a sense of commitment to your position. Transferring your sissy clothing here, however gradually, will help you become a more committed maid and enable you to participate in your conversion. You have indeed begun a journey. Hopefully, it will be one that is both satisfying and rewarding to you in the end. However, anything less than your full commitment to the process would be unsatisfactory and unrewarding to us both.”
I removed and put my nylons and garter belt in the hamper in the bathroom and returned to face Mistress Marilyn.
“Now for your little surprise experience,” Mistress Marilyn said as she unfastened my bra at the back. “You can leave your panties and anklets on. We will soon be providing your little surprise,” Mistress Marilyn commented.
“Come along” she smiled invitingly as she led the way out of the room and up the stairs. A little unsure about this ‘surprise experience’, I followed along somewhat hesitantly. “Right this way,” she said as she opened the door to a room that looked much like a little girl’s from the outside. However, that impression was quickly dispelled when I entered the room. It was clearly a baby’s nursery. There was a large adult crib in the room, a playpen, a large hobby horse, an adult size changing table beneath which were stacks of diapers, plastic pants and assorted baby lotions, oil, powder and so forth. The room smelled like a nursery, too.
Walking over to the changing table, she turned to me, smiled invitingly and said, “Why don’t you climb up, Sweetie and we can get started.”
Hesitantly and a bit unsure, I proceeded to comply with her request.
“Now, just lie back and enjoy,” she smiled as she pushed gently on my chest.
As I proceeded to lie down, I suddenly became aware of someone entering the room and turned my head in that direction.
“Susan, I’d like you to meet Miss Marcie. Marcie, this is Susan who I told you about earlier today.”
“Hello, Susan,” Miss Marcie said in a sweet, motherly voice. “It’s nice to meet you and I think I can assure you that you and I are going to have an enjoyable time this evening,” she smiled down at me.
“H-hello,” I shyly responded. I had not expected an additional participant.
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“Hi there, little one. Now, lift a little,” she smiled as she reached down to pull my yellow satin rhumba panties off.
I lifted my bottom as she pulled them down and off.
“That’s a good girl. She’s very cooperative, isn’t she?” Miss Marcie asked Mistress Marilyn.
“Yes, Susan’s just a little sweetheart. She’s very cooperative.” Mistress Marilyn grinned.
“I’ll bet it’s been a long time since you were last in diapers,” she smiled down at me inquisitively.
“Yes,” I responded, “It’s not something I have done. Although it has crossed my mind once or twice.”
“Well, now you’re going to get a chance to try it out. I think you’ll learn to like it.” Miss Marcie said.
“Now, lift again,” Miss Marcie directed and, as I complied, she slid a thick diaper beneath me.
“Now, roll on your side,” she directed as she picked up a bottle of Johnson’s Baby Lotion from beneath the changing table. She then proceeded to apply the lotion liberally to that side and back then had me turn the other way so she could do the other side. When she was done with both sides, she had me lie flat on my back again and started to apply the sweet smelling baby lotion to my tummy and groin. It felt intensely pleasurable and, although it had been a long time since I had been in diapers and it was not a part of my cross-dressing repertoire, I decided to acquiesce since the experience was my surprise and I also didn’t want to appear ungrateful.
“You can put the cuffs on her now,” Miss Marcie commented as she brought the diaper up between my legs.
“Good idea,” Mistress Marilyn smiled as she picked up a pale blue wrist restraint and wrapped it around my right wrist. It fastened with a two velcro tabs, a small half-inch long one for the initial contact and a three-inch long one about an inch wide that secured the restraint snugly around my wrist. There was also a snap buckle that she proceeded to connect and then pull taut with the flat pull cord that went through one side of it. There was the male end of a snap clip also sewn to the underside. This, she proceeded to snap into a female end which was strapped to the side of the changing table. My right arm was now securely fastened to the changing table and there was no way I could release it on my own or interfere with the diapering process.
As she went around to my left side to repeat the procedure, Miss Marcie pulled the diaper taut over my tummy and pinned one side and then the other together. Meanwhile, Mistress Marilyn had completed attaching the wrist cuff to my left wrist and proceeded to snap the attaching clip into the female clip attached to that side of the changing table.
“There you go. I’ll bet that’s the first diaper you’ve worn in quite a while,” Miss Marcie smiled as she lifted a second diaper from a pile somewhere beneath the changing table. “Now, lift up for me again, please, Susan,” she smiled as I somewhat reluctantly complied. “That’s our good little girl,” she smiled as she slid the second diaper – which appeared to be a lot thicker than the first one – into place beneath me. At the same time, I felt something smooth being wrapped around my left ankle and looked over to see Mistress Marilyn applying a cuff to my ankle. When she was done attaching that cuff, she went back to my right ankle and completed the procedure. Now I had cuffs on my wrists as well as my ankles. However, only the wrist cuffs were attached to the table as yet.
“This is going to be your little baby nursery for tonight and tomorrow morning. However, tomorrow morning, after breakfast, we’re going to have another little surprise for you! You’re going to get your very own little nubbin’ box! Isn’t that exciting?” Mistress Marilyn exclaimed.
“Uh, I don’t know. What’s a nubbin’ box,” I asked, somewhat in doubt.
“You’ll find that out tomorrow morning right after breakfast,” she smiled down at me happily, “But tonight you’re going to get to sleep just like a little baby in your very own crib with your very own mobile and, don’t worry, we’ll leave the night light on just in case you’re afraid of the dark sweetie!” she laughed gaily.
“What color plastic panties would baby like to wear to bed tonight,” Miss Marcie asked as she proceeded to fasten the second, thicker diaper in place, “We have white, pink, baby blue and baby yellow for you to choose from. So, what would our little snookums like to wear to bed tonight?”
“Um, uh,” I blushed in embarrassment as I considered the options, “Would yellow be O.K.?” I asked tentatively.
“Of course, sweetie,” Mistress Marilyn responded as she reached under the table and pulled out a pair of soft yellow pull-on panties. “I’m sure you’ll look very pretty in these,” she smiled as she handed them to Miss Marcie.
Miss Marcie proceeded to slip them over my feet and slide them up my legs. When she got to my thighs, she had me lift up and she then proceeded to slide them into place, checking with her hands around the waist and legholes to make sure no portion of the diapers, which puffed them out so babyishly, was protruding from beneath the elastic of my panties. Then Miss Marcie took a rib knit onesie with a Mother Goose print on it and slipped it over my head as Mistress Marilyn released my left arm and guided it through the armhole before reattaching it and Miss Marcie did the right side the same way when Mistress Marilyn was finished. Miss Marcie had me lift up as she slid the onesie beneath my diapered bottom. I felt nice and very babyish as she snapped the five snaps in the crotch together.
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“Now it's time to put baby to bed,” said Mistress Marilyn as she detached the bayonet clips from the side of the changing table. Each of them taking an arm, they helped me up and led me over to a pink baby crib and helped me in and reattached the bayonet clips on my wrists and ankle cuffs to female clips on the sides of the crib thus leaving me somewhat spread-eagled in the crib. The plastic liner underneath the baby print cotton sheet on the crib mattress felt cool to my back but soon began to warm from my body temperature.
“Here you go,” said Mistress Marilyn as she smiled down at me as I lay there helplessly fastened in place, “Baby is all ready for bed. Isn't she? Now, Miss Marcie will read you a little story and help you go nighty-night.” With that, she turned and left the room, turning the light off as she left.
The only light in the room now was from a nursery lamp on the end of the white dresser near the door. Looking up, I saw a pretty mobile with four figures on it. The first figure was a baby on a cloud suc-king from a big bottle of milk; the second figure was a baby in a pink ballerina tutu on a rocking horse waving; the third figure was a baby fishing from a boat with a pair of plastic pants on the hook and the fourth figure was a baby on its tummy in a playpen playing with its toys. The mobile seemed to operate continuously and played a nursery tune that sounded a little scratchy but was very pleasant to listen to.
After Mistress Marilyn left, Miss Marcie brought a chair over next to the crib. Going over to the dresser by the door, she retrieved a nursery story and a four-ounce bottle of milk from a bottle warmer on the dresser. She returned to the chair and sat down.
“Now, I'm going to read you a nice little nursery story while you drink your little bottle. What I would like you to do while I'm feeding you your bottle and reading you your story is watch the mobile as you listen and suc-k on your baby bottle,” she said as she placed a soft pink baby blanket ,which had been lying at the foot of the crib, over me.
She smiled gently down at me as she inserted the nipple in my mouth with her left hand. She began reading softly and quietly from the story as she held the bottle for me with her left hand and I gazed up at the slowly moving mobile.
I don't remember much of the story. I do know that it was about a baby being cared for by his mother. I just remember gazing up at the mobile and beginning to look closer and closer at each of the figures as she read. I remember thinking what a nice mobile it was and how cute each of the four figures was. I realized that the figure with a baby on the cloud suc-king from the big bottle was just like me and I was just like it. I began to really like the mobile and began to really enjoy the experience of watching the mobile and being read to while I nursed on my baby bottle. I realized that it wasn't milk in the baby bottle; it was formula and although it tasted funny at first, I really began to enjoy it more as I began to feel more and more babyish. I don't know when I fell asleep. I just remember feeling more and more babyish and almost feeling a part of that pretty mobile which rotated so slowly and prettily above me. I know my eyelids started to feel heavier and heavier and as they closed I was still watching the mobile. Then I felt her remove the bottle from my lips and something soft and round being placed against my lips which I fuzzily recognized as a pacifier. I spread my lips a little wider as the pacifier was tucked into my mouth and I began slowly suc-king on it feeling more and more babyish with each soft suc-k. I felt her gentle hands as she turned my head slightly so that she could tie the ribbons on the pacifier behind my head. After that, I dimly heard Miss Marcie raise the side of the crib and the snap as it locked into place and then her soft steps as she quietly left the room and closed the door behind her.
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I remember waking during the wee hours of the night as I felt an urgent need to pee. I started to get up but was restrained by my wrist and ankle cuffs. I suc*ed furtively at my pacifier in frustration at my present predicament. Gazing up at the mobile, which was still spinning lazily above me and softly playing its nursery tune, I realized that this was obviously part of what Mistress Marilyn had called my baby experience. It looked like I was going to have to take the good with the bad with really no choice in the matter. I continued gazing at the mobile as it gently spun above me playing its gentle nursery tune as I suc*ed on my pacifier and desperately tried to maintain control in what I knew was a losing battle. Eventually, I realized I could hold out no longer and a tear trickled from the corner of my eye as I felt the first warm stream begin to course across my tummy into the waiting folds of my diaper. Still gazing at the mobile, I could feel the dampness around my hips and my crotch begin to cool as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier and I drifted quietly back to sleep. I dreamed I was a baby in my crib all cozy and comfortable beneath my soft baby blanket. I dreamed that my mother came in and very gently picked me up and kissed and hugged me and took me to the changing table and gently lowered my plastic pants and changed me. She wiped me up with a baby wipe, applied lotion and powder and, after fastening me into a soft fresh diaper; she pulled a pair of pink plastic panties up my legs and tucked in my diaper carefully. Then, she picked me up and carried me over to a waiting chair where she sat down, cradling my head in the crook of her arm as she pulled back her blouse exposing her br.east to me. My lips gently parted in anxious anticipation, and I stared into her eyes as she drew my head to her br.east. My lips circled her areola as my tongue grazed her nipple, which stiffened in response. I began to suc* gently and then more strongly as I realized I was not getting anything. I suc*ed more and more strongly until at last a spurt of warm milk warmed my mouth. I continued to suc* strongly, but it was hard work and, after a while, I started to suc* less strongly until I gradually drifted softly off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside the window as the warm morning sunlight streamed into the room and the mobile continued to lazily spin above me, gently playing its nursery song. I realized I needed to wet myself as I lay there suc*ing on my pacifier. Knowing there was no point in resisting, I continued suc*ing on my pacifier and watching the mobile and offered as little resistance as possible. It was not long before my diapers were being warmed as my morning wetting streamed across my tummy. Not long after that, I began to feel strong cramps and realized that I would have to mess myself if someone didn't come soon to help me. I tried to call out but the pacifier, which was tied so firmly in place, would only allow a few mumblings to be heard. I tried to pull free of my cuffs, but it was no use; they were too snugly attached. A muffled cry of surrender issued from my pacified lips as the first warm, messy glob gushed forth into my diapers. It felt awful, and I felt so ashamed of having let it happen. Tears of frustration fell from my eyes as I tried desperately to call for help again, but only muffled mumblings issued from my lips as more mess gushed into my diapers.
I whimpered softly, as a warm stream of pee signaled the end of my embarrassing fate. I knew I would be horribly embarrassed when Miss Marcie came in. The smell was beginning to pervade the room, and I felt like such a helpless baby in my present messy predicament. I lay there suc*ing my pacifier and gazing at the mobile feeling alternately like a terribly embarrassed man and a helpless very messy baby. After a while the baby feelings seemed like the lesser of two evils and I began to take more and more refuge in my baby feelings as I found in them a source of comfort and justification for my predicament.
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So I lay there for another half-hour and listened to the sounds of someone working in the kitchen downstairs. I didn't know who it was but it sounded as if they were getting breakfast ready and I was certainly ready for that. Yet there was nothing to do to end my present circ-umstance. So, I reconciled myself to watching the mobile spin lazily above me and occasionally suc-king on my pacifier. I gradually became sleepier and sleepier and started to doze off. I was awoken by the sound of the door knob turning and, looking over, saw Miss Marcie enter the room.
“Good morning sleepyhead. I hope our little baby Susie had a good night’s sleep,” she smiled down sweetly at me as she lowered the crib side. Then she quickly slipped a thin nylon belt around my waist and fastened the locking bayonet clip snugly at the front of the belt.
Next, she quickly disconnected my wrist cuffs from the bayonet clips on the side of the crib and quickly reattached each of them to bayonet clips on the side of the nylon belt. After that, she disconnected my ankle cuffs from the bayonet clips at the foot of the bed.
“Oh, it smells as if baby had a little accident during the night,” she said with a knowing smile as she helped me sit up. “It’s unfortunate, but you’ll just have to wait until after your breakfast to have your diapers changed,” she chuckled as she assisted me to stand. I made some mumblings of protest past my pacifier, but I don't know if she understood me.
“Sorry, but you'll just have to wait,” she said with a sympathetic look as she began to lead me out of the room. “You know, you have to take the good with the bad as part of your baby experience. There are some things that you have to just put up with for the sake of being able to feel more like a baby. So, looked at from that perspective, you actually should really be enjoying your messy diapers. After all, it's not every day you get to have messy diapers first thing in the morning. So, really you're a very lucky baby,” she chuckled as she led me downstairs to the kitchen.
When we arrived in the kitchen, there was a pot on the stove that looked like it had something in it. Miss Marcie led me over to an adult size highchair and stood me beside it. Picking up a pink flannel nursery print long garment that was lying on the highchair, she slipped it over my head and pulled it down over my arms and torso. It was a one-piece sack sleeper, with no arms and a built-in bonnet.
“You look just so cute in this,” she said as she pulled the bonnet over my head and snugged it into place before tying the pink ribbons in a bow beneath my chin. Then she helped me get up on the highchair seat as she proceeded to attach a 2 inch white plastic safety belt around my waist to hold me in place. After that, she lowered the remaining portion of the sleeper to my feet and, after tying the ties at the bottom of the sack in a double knot, she proceeded to also tie them to the bottom rung on the highchair. I was beginning to feel as if I was a prisoner rather than a guest for breakfast but the pacifier in my mouth kept me from voicing any complaints.
Miss Marcie then proceeded to snap the high chair tray in place since I was now obviously very securely tied in place in the highchair. Picking up a yellow vinyl bib with a crumb catcher from a nearby table, she tied it around my neck snugly before bringing a small tray with a spoon, a large bowl of what looked like very thin porridge and a baby bottle over to the highchair and placing them on the highchair tray.
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Parts 18 and 19 are dedicated to Ahiru who has waited long an patiently for the answer to his question :)
“Now we’re all set for breakfast,” Miss Marcy said as she picked up the bowl of porridge and began to feed me. I felt so helpless as I sat there as there was nothing I could do. Realizing this was part of the baby treatment I had been promised, I expected it would be over soon. When a little porridge dribbled on my chin, she quickly cleaned it up and fed it back to me. I felt somewhat stupid and babyish just sitting there letting her feed me, but there was nothing I could do about it. My bottom was itching from the mess in my diapers and I felt like there were some areas I would like to scratch that seemed to be a little irritated.
When she was finished feeding me the porridge, Miss Marcie picked up the bottle and proceeded to feed that to me also. I really felt babyish as I suc-ked on a nipple with my head tilted up so I could swallow. I consoled myself with the thought that this would hopefully soon be over and I would be out of here and on my way. Though I had signed a contract with Mistress Marilyn, I somehow didn't feel bound by it and felt as if I would be better off if I left and never returned.
“That's a good girl, baby Susan,” Miss Marcie smiled as she took the empty bottle from my lips. “Now I'll clean you up and we'll take you back upstairs and give you your little nubbin’ box, “she laughed as she wiped my face with a warm, wet washcloth. “Mistress Marilyn likes to make sure that all her new girls have their very own nubbin’ box. I'm sure you'll just love yours after a while. It will help remind you that you're only a maid in training and will help you to be prompt and reliable and to keep all your commitments,” she laughed as she helped me out of the high chair and removed the sack sleeper which had kept me so helpless during breakfast and set it aside.
I was puzzled by what she was talking about, let alone what she meant. I recalled that the nubbin’ box had been mentioned yesterday, but I had thought nothing much of it at the time. Now, it seemed as if I was to have one of my own and I wondered, what, if anything, I was to do with it and how it would help me to be prompt and reliable.
Miss Marcie then led me back upstairs and had me sit on the changing table. She detached the bayonnet clips from my waist belt and reattached my wrist cuffs to clips on the side of the changing table. She did the same with my ankle cuffs, except she attached them to clips on stirrups so that my legs were raised up. I thought she did this so that it would be easier to clean me up. She proceeded to remove my plastic pants and diapers and to clean my bottom thoroughly. When she was done, she picked up the phone on the dresserand called Mistress Marilyn. “We're all set to give baby Susan her nubbin box. You'll be right up? Excellent!” she said as she hung up the phone.
Mistress Marilyn entered the room carrying a small container of ice cubes, which she set down on the dresser. “Good morning baby Susan,” she smiled down at me as she came over. “I hope you enjoyed your little baby adventure last night. I think you're going to find out shortly that it's a more permanent part of your life than you had ever expected. Today we are going to give you your nubbin box. This will start you on your journey as an apprentice maid; a journey which I'm sure you will find is filled with fun and adventure. You will learn many things and become the outstanding maid that we want you to be. When your little journey with us is over, I am sure you will find that you'll have learned far more and experienced far more than you ever expected. When we are done with your training, you will be the absolute, quintessential maid that anyone could ever possibly ask for. Today, we are going to begin your journey by attaching the first item that any maid under our tutelage ever receives. You should consider it an honor and a privilege to wear your nubbin box, which is the symbol of your total commitment, total subservience and total servitude. Now Miss Marcie will help prepare you for the presentation of your nubbin box. I will return in about five minutes for the presentation,” she smiled as she turned and left the room.
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Please pardon the delay, have been ripping up floors and tearing out doors, etc., etc.
Miss Marcie returned with a washcloth, which she had rinsed out in cold water. She placed about eight ice cubes on the washcloth, folded it over the ice cubes and proceeded to hold it in place over my crotch. My crotch became colder and colder, and my pen-is became smaller and smaller. I could feel the pain of the cold penetrating my abdomen and was in more and more agony. Near the end of the five minutes. I was almost completely numb down there and it felt as cold as winter. I was beginning to shake uncontrollably as Mistress Marilyn reentered the room.
“May I see please?” she asked Miss Marcie. Miss Marcie proceeded to remove the wash cloth and ice cubes so Mistress Marilyn could see. “ That looks fine,” she said, “Good job! Now, please hand me the nubbin box.” As Miss Marcie did so, she smiled down at me and said, “You and your nubbin box are about to become intimately acquainted and I'm sure it will be a long and lasting relationship. I'm sure you'll find your little nubbin box will help change your mind about a number of things and ensure your complete compliance to my every whim,” she smiled as she removed the nubbin box from its container and opened it.
It was in three pieces , all of which were a pale pink in color. The first piece which she held in her hand, was oval in shape, hinged, had several tabs top and bottom where it joined together with corresponding slots for the tabs on the opposite half. The tabs themselves were like angled serrated teeth with a vertical edge away from the corresponding insertion slot on the other half. The top half had a round hole in it.
Grasping my testicles, Miss Marcie smiled as she said, “It looks like we'll need a number five spacer,” as she picked out a pair of half round rubber spacers from a box on the dresser nearby. She placed them around the base of my testicles and then said, “They're a little too loose. I think a number three spacer might work a little better.” Returning the previous set of spacers to the box, she withdrew a second pair and proceeded to try them around the base of my testicles. They felt very snug, even tight. “Oh yes, these will work just fine,” she laughed as she withdrew them and handed them to Mistress Marilyn.
Mistress Marilyn proceeded to insert the two halves in the corresponding half of the open hole in the top of the nubbin box. “Here you go sweetie,” Mistress Marilyn smiled as she pulled my shrunken testicles down and fitted them into the round hole in the nubbin box. She gently and slowly closed the nubbin box around my testicles. As it closed, she pressed up on my shrunken testicles from beneath, and each one popped into a recessed area on either side of the nubbin box that, from the outside, looked something like a vaginal lip. As the tabs met the corresponding slots in the other half, they began to click as they locked in place. In a few seconds it was over and my testicles were permanently encased in my pale pink nubbin box.
Next she took one of the other two remaining pieces and, placing it beneath the base of my pen-is, she proceeded to slide it into two ridged slots on either side of the top half of my nubbin box. It clicked until it slid into place and touched the base of my pen-is. I could see that my nubbin box was now even more securely locked into place by this second piece.
She smiled again as she took the final piece, which was a clear polycarbonate lattice with a half dome which she placed over the head of my pen-is and slid into corresponding slots from the other direction and began to slide it into place. When it met the other piece, aside from clicking into place in the slots, it clicked into place inside the second piece so that both pieces were locked together and also locked to the top of the nubbin box.
“Perfect!!” Mistress Marilyn exclaimed as she completed the job. “Now there'll be no more playing with yourself and you'll also find that you truly need your diapers now, because you can't even sit down to go to the bathroom without spraying all over yourself. You're truly diaper dependent, and that's how you'll stay until I say otherwise. You'll also find that there is no way of getting your nubbin box off you without my assistance. You see, it is made of highly durable polycarbonate and is impossible to get off without knowing how. Any attempt on your part is likely to cause you severe damage down there. So I'd suggest you stay on your best behavior, or I might just forget how to remove it. If you'd like to go to a hospital and have them attempt to remove it, you're welcome to do so. However, I think you'll find that even they will be unable to remove it without causing you severe agony and suffering and probable damage. So I suggest that you remain on your best behavior and I will expect you back here next Friday for your introduction, as our newest maid candidate. Miss Marcie will put you in your diaper and panties now and take you downstairs to get dressed. She'll also give you the address of a medical store that you can stop by on your way home to get some of the things you need. She has already phoned ahead and placed an order for you, and she will give you the name of the clerk to contact when you get to the store before you leave here today.