(Repost) Mother in Law made me a Sissy Maid by Sissy Karen

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

I read this story maybe 3 years ago and I have yet to find anything as strong as this. Will post the other chapters later.

Mother in Law made me a sissy maid
8/11/2015 33 Comments
 
Chapter 1. Mother moves in

By Sissy Karen


My wife Brenda always ‘wore the pants’ so to speak. I didn’t mind doing more than my share of the household chores and liked the fact that she took the lead in the bedroom. I was infatuated with her and would defer to her in all things. Yes I had submissive streak and Brenda used it to ensure that her pleasure was the number one priority in the bedroom. She made the major decisions in our lives and I was happy with that. Her career was more important than mine and I did what I could to support her. Having said that our sex life and relationship was otherwise a pretty vanilla one. We loved each other and enjoyed each others company. 

Brenda was very close to her mother who still lived in Melbourne. Since we had moved away however her Mothers influence had diminished. We had moved to Sydney for Brenda’s job almost straight after the wedding. Brenda’s mother was a very controlling woman and certainly laid out a lot of Rules during our courtship. She was very old fashioned and would not let us go out without a chaperone. Usually the chaperone was Brenda’s mother herself or if not her sister, Aunty Gretchen. I always had to have Brenda home by 11 pm at the latest, often earlier. Every time I wanted to take Brenda out I would have to ask her mother who would proceed to interrogate me as to where we were going, who else would be there and if it was a movie or some other entertainment she would have to approve it if it was suitable. It was not unusual for me to be refused permission. Often the reason would be that Brenda needed to study or was behind with her chores or simply that it was a ‘family’ night and Brenda was unavailable. Brenda’s father seemed to be under the thumb, he never said much and was always doing jobs around the house. It wasn’t unusual to see him with an apron on doing the dishes or cleaning the bathroom. Brenda’s mother would often interrogate me about my studies, scolding me to study harder, wanting to see top marks and be more ambitious. She didn’t want a good for nothing without any prospects going out with her daughter. She even made me vow to give up alcohol. If wanted to see her daughter then I was expected to be seen at Church every Sunday. I had thought of myself as an atheist up to that point but my infatuation with Brenda saw me convert and become baptised in their Church. I would get a brief few minutes after the service to talk to Brenda. It was worth putting up with all that conversion entailed just for those few minutes each week. Brenda’s mother was quick to pass judgment on me and would tell me things like when I needed a haircut and if my shirt was not perfectly ironed. I was quite scared of her and desperate to be in her good books! I was so in love with Brenda though that I was willing to do anything just to spend more time with her. 

We dated for 4 years and the most intimacy we had was a quick stolen kiss when our chaperone wasn’t looking. We both graduated with good marks and had begun our careers when Brenda’s mother finally allowed me to marry Brenda. I had to ask her for her daughters hand in marriage, not her father! 

While we were engaged Brenda’s company gave her a promotion but it meant going to Sydney. It meant I would have to find another job but I was so eager to be away from the influence of Brenda’s mother I had no hesitation encouraging Brenda to accept the job. In front of Mrs. Falwell I made out it was a sacrifice I was willing to make in order to support Brenda in her career and her mother approved. 

After our wedding and honeymoon we moved to Sydney. The next four years were the best years of my life. A new city, a new job, good income and a beautiful wife who I adored. We were free of Mothers influence, I could drink alcohol again and we stopped going to Church, enjoying our Sunday morning sleep in’s and regular love making. Brenda asserted herself as head of the household but she was kind and fairly relaxed. Sex was on her terms but it was fantastic and I was happy to comply as my submissive nature was fulfilled. 

Things changed however on the death of Brenda’s Father. We flew down to Melbourne for the funeral and stayed a week. On the night before we were due to return Brenda, Mother (as she insisted I call her) and I were sitting in her lounge room and Mother was distraught with grief. She kept saying she couldn’t bear to live in the house anymore; everything was a reminder of her husband. There was no family left in Melbourne and she was all-alone. 

While I felt some sympathy for her, my heart dropped to the floor when Brenda said, 

“Why don’t you come to Sydney and live with us Mummy, we have a spare room we could clean out for you, I am sure you would be of great help to both of us, we’d love to have you, wouldn’t we George?” 

Brenda looked at me with one of those looks that said “Don’t you dare disagree with me”. 

I was crestfallen, I could endure the occasional visit from Mother but living with us permanently was too much to even contemplate! Beside I had turned the spare room into my study, my little male den where I could play with my computers and electric piano. I hesitated and Brenda said in a tone that was none too pleased 

“I said wouldn’t we George?” 

I quickly succ-umbed and said 

“Of course Mother, we would love you to stay with us.” 

Straightaway Mother embraced Brenda and was gushing with thanks. 

Brenda ended up taking extra leave to help her mother prepare her house for sale and pack her things and I was sent back to Sydney with orders to clear out my study and buy a bed and wardrobe. On leaving I was given a shopping list by Mother. 

“Make sure you have bought all these things for my arrival George.” 

I was taken aback there was no please from her, it sounded very much like an order. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and said an obliging 

“Yes Mother.” 

 It was a taste of what awaited me. 

I returned to Sydney and was on my own for a month before Mother arrived with Brenda. 

At first I thought I would continue my lifestyle, the odd night out with friends, TV sport occasionally, I honestly thought Mother would help around the house as she wasn’t working like us two but I soon found out how wrong I was. 

It was only the fourth night after she moved in; I had gone for a drink with my mate after work. I did it every now and then and Brenda was always happy to eat something simple that she made herself; I assumed Mother and her could do the same. At 6:45 pm I received a text message from Brenda: Mother has called a household meeting for 7 pm, hurry home! 

It was a 10 minute walk home from the pub so I could have made it but I thought to myself ‘she has to give more notice than that ‘so I stayed and finished my beer before heading home and was 5 minutes late. I walked into the dining room and sitting in the carving chair, which I usually sat in was Mother, with Brenda on her right. Mother spoke, 

“We will deal with your lateness afterwards George now sit down while I tell you what Brenda has agreed to.” 

I looked at Brenda and she looked at me with a wry smile, her arms crossed and a look of smugness across her face. Mother nodded her head to the seat on her left and I sat down. 

“You love my daughter don’t you George?” 

“Of course Mother.” 

“You want Her to succeed in her career don’t you?” 

“Of course Mother.” 

“You want to be a good supportive husband to my daughter don’t you?” 

“Of course Mother.” 

“Since moving in here it has become clear to me that your relationship is dysfunctional.  Brenda is so busy with her career that she hasn’t realized what has been happening right under her very nose. I knew from day one George that you are a beta male. Beta males are at their best in supportive, submissive and following roles. They are the drones or worker bees and it is best if they are kept busy in the service of their partner. My late husband was a beta male and a very well trained one at that wasn’t he Brenda? 

“Yes Mother, he was very hardworking and supportive to you.” 

“That’s right Brenda and he was happy because he knew his place and strived to be the best most supportive husband he could be. It was just the way it needed to be because I am an Alpha female. Alphas are leaders, dominants and decision makers. It is best when they are in charge and the beta obeys, simple as that. Brenda is also an Alpha female George and you are a beta male. In the four days I have been here it has become clear that you are acting like a wanna be alpha, and failing to give my daughter the support that a loving beta husband should. This is why your marriage is so dysfunctional.” 

I was taken aback to say the least, I didn’t think our marriage was dysfunctional! I did my share of chores around the house and I thought we were happy. I wasn’t going to let her get away with that statement! 

“Our marriage is fine Mother, its not dysfunctional at all.” 

“I am afraid I beg to differ George and now that I pointed out to Brenda how poor your support has been to her, she agrees with me.” 

I couldn’t believe it! I said to Brenda, 

“That’s not true is it Brenda?” 

I looked at Brenda and she had a cold steely face and was looking mighty serious. 

“It is true George. Mother has made me realise how selfish and lazy you are, how I am the main breadwinner and how I have to work the hardest and yet I still do many of the household chores. Mother reminded me of my father and how he was a model of how a supportive husband should be and you are from that George!” 

I was shell-shocked! I didn’t realise she was so unhappy. In fact she had never said anything like this until Mother arrived. Mother then spoke, 

“ Now I have spoken to Brenda and she agrees that this marriage needs a shake up. Since arriving here George, it has become blatantly obvious that you take your duties as a husband far too lightly. You are lazy and selfish! Brenda is the main breadwinner in the household and you should be doing much more to support her. You are not living the beta role George. You were not even home to prepare us dinner tonight, you have been out drinking of all things!” 

“Its only every now and.... 

“Quiet when I am talking to you!” 

Mother cut me off and silenced me. 

“I have spoken to Brenda and she has agreed to let me train you in becoming a proper beta husband. Haven’t you Brenda?” 

I looked at Brenda and saw her nod her head; She was smiling from ear to ear and had her hands on her hips. She was looking quite pleased with herself. I noticed she was wearing stilettos and nylons, which she knew I loved and at that moment I felt myself become aroused. I knew I would do whatever she asked. 

“That’s right, Mother is going to train you!” 

“I have the spare time now that I am retired and it is good for me to have something useful to occupy myself with. You remember how well trained Brenda’s father was, I have told Brenda I can provide the same training to you. Surely you agree your wife deserves the best. ” 

“What do you say to Mother for this kind offer George?” asked Brenda 

“Umm,uhh.” 

“George!” 

She looked at me with a fierceness I had not seen and I knew at that moment what I must say, 

“Th,,Th,,Thank you Mother.” 

 Then Brenda said, 

“I am so glad you agreed George. Now I am off to Auckland on Sunday so you will have three weeks solely under Mothers Rule. I hope to see a big improvement by the time I get back.” 

I had forgotten all about Brenda’s business trip, she had told me but I did not realise it was only 2 days away. The full reality of my situation was starting to sink in. Three whole weeks under Mothers sole Rule followed by her ongoing Rule when Brenda returned. I was broken out of my reverie by Mother saying. 

“Firstly we have your lateness to this meeting to deal with George. Go fetch the hairbrush off the dressing table in my bedroom.” 

I ran to fetch the hairbrush. 

“Come now over my lap.” 

At first I did not think she was serious. Then she waved her arm, motioning me over. 

“Come come. Don’t be shy, you’ll be getting used to this George.” 

Mother tapped the hairbrush on her thigh as I walked towards her and bent over. She pulled my trousers and underpants to my knees and exposed my bottom.  As I lay across her ample lap she started to tap my bottom with the back of the hard wooden hair bush. It was an antique hairbrush made to last, they began to sting but this was just her warm up. She then laid them on hard, in rhythm with her words. One word one stroke 

“Now repeat after me SMACK! Beta  - SMACK! - Husbands- SMACK! Are -SMACK! -Always - SMACK! Punctual SMACK!” 

Then I would repeat with a smack after each word. I must have had to repeat the sentence 50 times! Each stroke really stung and when they started to overlay it hurt even more. My thighs received their fair share of strokes as well. It was horrendously painful. On top of the physical pain was the emotional pain. Mother made me feel like a naughty little boy having me over her lap in this fashion, my manliness seemed to dissolve, my abject humiliation complete. All the time I could just see Brenda’s heels. This added to my psychological torture. I had a fetish for high heels but Brenda rarely wore them. Why did she choose this moment to tease me? She was intent on witnessing and adding to my humiliation. 

At last the order came, 

“OK, get up, trousers up and on with this!” 

I stood up and Mother produced a frilly apron for me to wear. It was white with especially frilly lace sewn around the edges and a pattern of pink flowers. 

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

“Now off to the kitchen and prepare us our dinner. Bring Brenda and I a glass of lime cordial with sparkling mineral water then go and prepare a salmon and pasta salad. Serve two plates in the dining room in half an hour. You are not eating with us. You will be off to bed without your supper tonight. From now on it is straight home after work for you. You may also consider you yourself tea total from now on. There will be no alcohol passing your lips again!" 

"Yes Mother." I replied meekly 

I went to the kitchen and busied myself with the preparations. I was devastated I had lost my drinking privileges, how would I explain this to my mates? After I served the dinner I was reprimanded for putting too much dressing on the salad and was given another 24 strokes of the hairbrush and then ordered to the dishes and sent to bed hungry. This was a taste of what was to come. 

The next evening was Brenda's last night at home before she left and Brenda and Mother went out for a farewell dinner. I was left behind with a heap of ironing which included all of Brenda's clothes she was taking away, They had to be ironed and folded and then laid out on the bed to be inspected. I felt a bit resentful as here clothes were bound to be crushed by the time Brenda arrived at her destination and I have to admit to doing a bit of a slap dash job. Ironing was a chore Brenda always did and I was not very good at it. Mother's container had arrived from Melbourne and there was an absolute mountain of her clothes that had to be pressed as well. I had only made a small dent in my job when the ladies returned. 

They came in quietly and caught me in the kitchen getting a drink. I was startled to see Mother and Brenda when I turned at the sound of Mothers voice, 

"If you are in here snacking I take it the ironing must all be done, come show me." 

"No Mother...Its not finished...I was t.t.taking a break." 

I stuttered nervously as I followed her into the laundry. On seeing the pile of clothes that still needed ironing Mother said, 

"What on earth have you been doing George while we were out! You have hardly done anything!" 

She then walked over to the rack where the dresses and blouses I had ironed were hanging. One by on she went over them, picking a fault or a crease and throwing them in the basket with the un-ironed clothes. 

"This one will have be ironed again, and this one and this one." 

She went on and on and in the end was satisfied with just one blouse. 

"This is disgraceful George and not up to standard! You will be punished for this! You have obviously not been concentrating on your duty! That is a sign of disrespect to both Brenda and I! I expected a lot more done than this and done perfectly! You are going to learn that a good beta husband is a diligent beta husband now go and fetch the hairbrush!" 

I ran to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Mother was sitting on one of the dining room chairs. 

"Knickers to knees and over my lap! 

Once more I flushed crimson as I was put into position over Mother's lap. 

"Repeat after me." 

"Beta - smack! - Husbands - smack! - Do - smack! - Their - smack! - Chores - smack - diligently - smack - accurately - smack! - And - smack! - Quickly - smack" 

Once again I had to say the damn sentence about 50 times. It seemed to hurt worse than the hiding from the day before, I could feel any traces of resistance being beaten out of me and felt my pride further shattered when I could no longer hold back the tears and started crying. 

"Are they tears I see George?" 

"Y y y yes Mother" 

I was sobbing but she just mocked me, 

"Awww, Georgie crying girls tears...I didn’t realise you were a sissy Georgie...I think I better put you in a pinny if you are going to cry like a girl." 

The shame and humiliation I felt at that moment burned through me. It was the first time she called me Georgie instead of George and the feeling in the back of my throat was 100% shame. I must have been redder than a beetroot and looked awfully disheveled. Mother rifled through the ironing basket and pulled out a floral pinafore covered in a pattern of pink roses. 

"This is more suitable dress for a girl like you Georgie, put it on now." 

Any resistance I may have had was shattered as I meekly donned the pinafore. 

"Until you learn to take your punishments like a man Georgie you are forbidden to wear male clothes in this house. Tomorrow I will issue you your new uniform. You are now a sissy husband until further notice. Only when I deem your behavior has improved will you be allowed to wear male clothes in the house again. Now go and make Brenda and I a hot chocolate and then off to bed. You will set your alarm for 5 am and I hope to see most of this ironing done by the time we go to church. By the way Brenda what time is Church?" 

"I don't know Mother." 

Brenda answered a little sheepishly 

"What do you mean you do not know, haven't you been going to Church since you moved here?" 

"No Mother, George convinced me that if my colleagues found out it would be detrimental to my career and really that no one believed in that anymore. He said Church was a load of nonsense and that we shouldn't waste our Sunday mornings at a boring service." 

I couldn't believe it! Brenda had been happy not to go to Church anymore, I had never said any of those things to her and here she was trying to put the blame onto me! 

"Well George I am disgusted! How could you lead my daughter astray like that! You will go out right now and find out what time the service is tomorrow and the three of us will be attending. We will be going early and introducing ourselves to the pastor tomorrow! I will also be giving you some Scripture lessons in your free time. So you can forget about TV and sports for a while." 

Sullenly I went out and walked the two kilometres to the Church to read the sign out the front and see what time the service began. I was surprised to see their was a female pastor , Reverend Johanna Vorster.  There was an 8 am service and a 6 pm Service. 

When I returned home Mother said I had to rise at 5:00 am, do an hours ironing and then shower and have breakfast served at 7 am. We would be leaving at 7:30 am to give us time to introduce ourselves to Pastor Vorster. After the service there would be just enough time to drop Brenda at the airport and that I could look forward to attending the evening service after my first Scripture lesson with Mother. I was then ordered to make the ladies a hot chocolate before being sent to bed. I went to bed that night with a heavy and despondent heart feeling as if my freedom was quickly vanishing. I was exhausted and fell asleep straight away and did not notice Brenda come to bed. Little did I realise this would be the last night we shared the same bed.

[Baby Mac]

Please keep posting more parts im hooked

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

My alarm went at 5 am and I looked across at my beautiful wife sleeping soundly. I could see a slight glimpse of the top of her breast as her nightie had slipped a little. The thought of trying to wake her and seeing if I could tempt her with some love making crossed my mind but I remembered the two baskets of ironing Mother expected me to have completed before breakfast and decided it was more prudent to do my duty. I jumped out of bed and then I slaved away in the laundry for the next 90 minutes and still had only ironed one basket load. Mother has so many damned pleated skirts to iron and they took me forever! At 6:30 I began making the breakfast. Mother wanted the full hot breakfast, sausages, eggs, toast, bacon, fruit and yoghurt, freshly squeezed juice and coffee from our coffee machine. I managed to have it all plated up and on the table just in time. The ladies both arrived in the dining room together. Mothers first words were,

“Did you finish the ironing Georgie like I told you.”

“No Mother, it is taking longer than I hoped.”

“There will be a punishment for that. I expect you to work quickly as well as thoroughly. You will be rising early every morning until it is completed understand?”

“Yes Mother.”

Brenda then said to Mother,

“I still have quite a bit of packing to do Mother, do you mind if I miss Church this Sunday, I will start going again when I return form my trip.”

“Certainly darling, with the lack of help you have been getting from Georgie is it no wonder you are still not ready. I will take Georgie to church, you stay behind and finish your packing and then we will take you to the airport after church. Now Georgie, you have a shower and then go to my room, I have laid out what you will be wearing to church. Then if there is time you may have a slice of toast and a glass of water before we go to church.”

I was quite hungry as I had been working hard all morning and cooking the bacon had only added to the hunger pains. I tried to hide my resentment that I only got toast and water. After showering I went into Mothers room and nearly died when I saw the clothes that she had laid out for me. There were a white padded panty girdle with clips for white stockings, white panties and bra. There was a white blouse with a peter pan collar. It looked like it was part of a girls school uniform. While not too over the top, anyone with more than a cursory look would realise it wasn’t a man’s shirt.

To go with this was a pair of black high waisted trousers without pockets and a side zipper. They were plain black but very obviously ladies pants, over the padded panty girdle gave my bottom had a very effeminate look about it

While these clothes were not as feminine as a dress or skirts they still were plainly in a feminine style and made me feel very self conscious. There was also a navy jacket, without collar and also cut in a feminine style. It was one thing being forced to dress up at home but to wear this out made me cringe with fear and embarrassment. To top it off the shoes were black mary jane shoes, they were low heeled which was one thing to be grateful for but still had a feminine style. I came back to the kitchen and was greeted by Mothers words,

“Come and give us a look at you?”

Mother looked me over very seriously,

“Turn around Georgie”

 and then she broke into a big smile.

“Oh Darling, you look absolutely adorable in that outfit.”

After all I had been through I suddenly felt awash with maternal love. I surprised myself and actually felt proud, for once I had pleased Mother and she appreciated it. It was the lift I needed. I was brought back to reality quick smart when I looked over at Brenda.

Brenda was fighting back a laugh. I knew she was laughing at me. After tasting the joy and pride of Mothers approval I once more felt ridiculous dressed in such a fashion and seeing Brenda cover her mouth and obviously fight back the laugh made me feel even more worried about having to go out dressed like this. Mother however saw my attire as totally appropriate and walking over to me and pinching my face lightly in a playful way said,

“Now my little darling, this is your Sunday bests from now on. I expect to be greeted every Sunday morning dressed like that understand?’

“Yes Mother,” I meekly replied.

“I expect those shoes polished every Saturday night understand”

Yes Mother.”

Every time she asked “Understand?” I felt more and more submissive. I passively  swallowed my last drops of male pride with every meek “Yes Mother” that I replied with.

Brenda finally managed to control herself and added.

“I think it looks cute  Georgie, perfect for church.”

Then Mother said,

“Come now we best be off, we don’t want to be late, there’s not time to cook your toast, just  fill your water bottle Georgie.”

I felt like crying! I didn’t even get a chance for my toast. Brenda then said,

“Have this instead Georgie.”

 Brenda gave me a slice of grapefruit. Brenda  knew I hated grapefruit, she often tried to get me to eat it extolling the health virtues of grapefruit for breakfast. I had tried it once and could not stand the bitterness. Since then I had always declined. She took this opportunity, with Mother standing over me to offer me a slice before we left. Even though I was hungry, having made the ladies a cooked breakfast and having none myself, I did not want to eat the grapefruit.

“No thanks Brenda.” I must given a look on my face showing resentment at Brenda for offering what she knew I hated. Mother exploded!

“WIPE THAT LOOK OF YOUR FACE NOW!” she yelled at me!

“You think you could show your wife a little gratitude for offering you anything at all! “

Brenda chipped in,

“And it is so good for his health Mother. I have been trying to get him to eat it for years now.”

“Eat it up now!” said Mother loudly and strongly.


"And don't you dare disobey my daughter again if she tells you to do something!"

I bit into the grapefruit, it seemed especially sour, my face recoiled with the bitterness but I just had to force it down. I hated it.

“From now on your breakfast will include one whole grapefruit understand. You will be a good girl and eat all of what is given  without complaining or I will have to get the castor oil out?” Mother barked!

“No Mother”

“Sissy maids should always have an attitude of gratitude Georgie! Or else face some attitude adjustment lessons with my strap!”

“Yes Mother.”

“You have to curb that willful streak and accept that Mother knows best Georgie.”

“Yes Brenda.”

“Now thank your wife properly for the grapefruit.”

“Thank you Brenda for giving me the grapefruit to eat.”

“It’s a pleasure.” Brenda beamed as she said, a look of victory in her eyes.

“Come on, off to church now.”

We said Good Bye to Brenda and I drove Mother to the church.

[Baby Mac]

Mother is showing her fangs and i love it

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

We arrived 20 minutes before the service and it looked like we were the first there. Before we went in Mother laid down the law.

“You will address Pastor Vorster as Pastor Vorster each time you speak to her. You will address other parishioners as Sir or Madam until you find out their Surname and then you greet them as Mister, Mrs or Miss and use their surname understand?”

“Yes Mother.”

“You will fully participate in the service, praying and singing every hymn, understand?”

“Yes Mother.”

 This was going to be a stressful service for me I thought to myself.

We walked in and were about to take our seat, when from out of the vestry came a tall imposing figure of a woman. She was wearing the collar of a priest and a dark shirt, She had neat short blond hair and was wearing glasses that seemed to add to her authoritarian disposition. She greeted us.

“Good Morning, Its great to see some new faces!” She smiled broadly at us and spoke in a strong South African accent.

“Good Morning Pastor, my name is Eleanor Falwell and this is my son in law George.”

Pastor Vorster proffered her hand in greeting and I shook it.

“Pleased to meet you Pastor.” Mother then spoke,

“I have just moved here from Melbourne and my daughter has given me the task of training George here to be a better husband. One of the things I insist on is regular church attendance and active participation in the parish. He used to attend Church every Sunday when he was courting my daughter but since moving to Sydney he has led my daughter astray and not only let his faith go but become a burden on my daughter and a lay about around the house. I hope You may be able to help me with his re education into the faith.”

“Of Course Eleanor! That is so good of you to want to save your son in laws soul as wells as your daughters marriage, I am sure I can be of help with that, I run the correspondence courses for the whole archdiocese, I have a wealth of resources for George. There are courses, assignments essays and examinations we can enroll him in.”

“Thank you so much Pastor, that will be a much better use of George’s free time then going out drinking or lazing about watching TV! George will be more than happy to volunteer to help around the parish as well, won’t you George?”

I knew what I must say.

“Yes Pastor, please if there is anything I can do just ask.”

“Well that is an offer too good to refuse, I am afraid my parish is mostly women so a man to help around the place will be a Godsend. You must come on Wednesday evenings and join the Altar Society, they are a fine group of ladies who keep the church spic and span.”

“George will come straight after work, consider him yours every Wednesday evening from now on.”

“Fantastic, make sure you meet Mrs Fairweather before you go home who is in charge of the Altar Society then come and see me after the service and I will get George the first module of our Scripture study course so he can start straight away.”

“Thank You so much Pastor.”

“What do you say George? Mother nudged me in the ribs.

“Thank You Pastor Vorster.”

For the next hour I sat ramrod straight and tried to give the service my full attention. Pastor Vorster’s brand of Christianity seemed very old fashioned and strict. Hers was a harsh judgmental God, who demanded sacrifices. self control and patient suffering. She spoke about the virtues of temperance and chastity, of self sacrifice and obedience to those in positions of authority. Mother than gave me a nudge in the ribs, indicating that She has now in a position of authroity over me

Pastor Vorster went on, saying that for students to be doing God’s will, they must obey their teachers and for those undertaking education as adults should be doing their very best to listen and do what their teachers expected. It was at that stage it seemed both Pastor Vorster and Mother were looking at me. It was a look that said. “This message is for you!” The sermon went on to say how suffering now would be rewarded in heaven and must be accepted without resentment in this world. Each of us has our own crosses that we must take up like Christ our Saviour.

Her enthusiasm at that stage was reaching a crescendo and she had made shaking in fear. The final hymn began and I was given another nudge for not singing loud enough.

After Church, Mother introduced herself and me to the matrons. There was a genuine consensus of what a ‘saint’ Mother was for taking on my training in her retirement. I was introduced to the head of the Altar Society, Mrs Fairweather a fierce looking matron with her hair tied back in a bun. When she heard about Mother training me she heartily approved and said, “I hope you are grateful for what your Mother in law is doing for you, if it wasn’t for her you marriage would be in tatters, what a wonderful opportunity for you to save it and your sould in the process. You’d be well advised doing everything she asks of you”

“I am very grateful Mrs Fairweather.”

“Now Pastor has said you have kindly volunteered to help the ladies of the Altar Society.”
Before I could even say anything, Mother spoke up,

“That is right Mrs Fairweather, George will be at your service every Wednesday night, he will be able to come straight from work. If he is not here by 5:30 p.m. sharp be sure to let me know.”

“Happy to oblige Mrs Falwell. Now George I am in charge of the Altar Society so report to me on arrival and I will tell you your duties.”

“Yes Mrs Fairweather.”

“I give you total charge of him while he is your care Mrs Fairweather, be sure to work him hard, I think it is high time he made amends for all those years he has neglected his faith by doing a little service for the Church If you would be kind enough to call me and give me a report after each Wednesday night I would greatly appreciate it”

“It would be a pleasure, and don’t you worry about me not working him hard, there is mountains of polishing to do! Anyway I must head off, It was a pleasure to meet you Mrs Falwell.”

Then turning to me she added,

 â€œAnd by the way George, I just love those slacks you are wearing.”

She patted me on the bottom as she said it and the matrons gathered all gave a giggle. I was once more awash with embarrassment and cast my gaze to the ground to avoid eye contact. Mother then said,

“Look at Mrs Fairweather when she talks to you!”

“And I will be seeing you on Wednesday, straight after work!”

I looked at Mrs Fairweather and felt like melting away, my shame was so great, but I managed a very humble,

“Yes Mrs Fairweather.”

I would soon come to dread Wednesday nights and working under Mrs Fairweather’s supervision. That is another chapter of this story for another day! Before we went home we had to wait to see Pastor Vorster. I stood there silently as Mother made pleasant conversation with the other ladies. I kept quiet and only spoke if spoken to . As the Pastor fare-welled the last of the congregation she walked towards us,

“Ah my new parishioners, it is so good to have some new blood.”

Mother than spoke,

“You said to ask you about the Scripture course for George.”

“Oh, yes thats right, I nearly forgot, come with me to the Rectory.”

We walked into her office, there was a huge mahogany desk and the room was completely surrounded by books on shelves. Pastor Vorster reached up and grabbed a very thick manual.

“OK George, we will enroll you in the ‘Scripture for Moderns” course. Each week you will work through one chapter and complete the exercises for that chapter. If you hand them in to me on Friday evening , I will have them marked for you by Sunday when you come to church.”

She handed me the thick manual.

“You do have a bible at home I take it.”

“Ah,,,ah,,,yes.. I think so. Pastor”

Mother then raised her voice.

“YOU THINK SO! You better have my boy or there will be a thrashing when we get home!”

I was shocked to hear Mother mention discipline in front of the Pastor and I thought Pastor Vorster would be horrified.”


‘Glad to hear you are not afraid to use the rod on the boy, too many so called Christians have shied away from corporal punishment, but it is clear that is fully endorsed by scripture.”


I was shocked to say the least, thinking this style of Christianity belonged to the Dark Ages and started to think where in hell I would have put my Bible, it was a wedding present from Mother and I hoped I still had it. Pastor Vorster handed me the manual and I leafed through the first chapter, there must have been over 25 pages of reading, followed by 20 questions and a 2000 word assignment, I was starting to think I could kiss any free time goodbye if I was to complete this in a week. Mother than spoke.

“I would like George to do two chapters a week instead of one.”

“That is what I like to see a conscientious student. Two chapters a week it is,”

I was shellshocked to say the least. How did Mother expect me to do so much! I had so many chores to do and now this, it was too much. I was dumbfounded. Mother had to give me a nudge in the ribs to shake me out of it,

“What do you say to Pastor Vorster George?”

“Thank you Pastor Vorster.”

“It’s a pleasure George but the person you will be thanking is Lilly ”

She then buzzed on the intercom and a moment later another lady entered the study. She was dressed conservatively in a long skirt, long sleeved button to the neck blouse, a cardigan and also wore very old fashioned glasses. Her hair was tied in plaits. Pastor Vorster said,

“Lilly, let me introduce you to Mrs Falwell and her son in law George.”

The way Lilly greeted us and behaved it soon became clear that she was mild mannered and subservient to Pastor Vorster. It turned out Lilly was a spinster who devoted all her free time to the church. She had completed the whole correspondence course with the best marks ever recorded in the Archdiocese.

I was then told Lilly would be supervising and marking my work and I had to have it handed in by 8 am every Saturday morning at Lilly’s place who would report my progress to Mother and Pastor Vorster at Sunday service. At first I was relieved, I thought this meek mannered girl would be a pushover compared to the other ladies but I would soon find out that despite her meek and very pleasant manner that she would be an extreme stickler for the correct answer and be a very hard marker! After a brief run down from Lilly of what was expected to be completed by next Saturday it was time to go.

“We must head off now, we have to get Brenda to the airport, then I want to look for a maids dress.”

“A maids dress for George did you say?”

“Thats right, I am a firm believer in petticoat discipline to train the unruly husband.”

“You certainly are a woman after my own heart, nothing like getting a man in a dress to rid him of his evil arrogance. I think I may be able help you there, we have an extremely accomplished seamstress in the parish, Mrs Grossman, she played the organ at the service this morning, I am sure she would be more than willing to help you, it would be very hard to find something that fitted well straight off the rack in a store, I can ring her now if you wish.”

“That would be fantastic Pastor, thank you so much”

My humiliation was complete, I must have been as red as a beetroot. While I was already dressed in a slightly feminine way I did not think Mother would disclose this aspect of my training to Pastor Vorster and now to the organist and my new supervisor Lilly as well. Pastor picked up the phone and made the call. Before I knew it arrangements had been made. Mother would be taking me to Mrs Grossman’s house after we dropped off Brenda to take my measurements and discuss what style dress.

“I cannot believe how fortunate we have been to end up in your parish Pastor, the help you are provided me in training Georgie has been immeasurable!”

This was the first time Mother had referred to me as Georgie in the Pastor Vorster’s presence and if I was flushed red before I was now burning up with embarrassment. To top it off I was going to be exposed as a sissy maid to Mrs Grossman later in the day, the humiliation was torturous.

“It is an absolute pleasure, after all it is my mission to serve my parishioners especially when they are involved in such wonderful work as saving marriages and turning selfish wayward males into useful Christian husbands.”

The fierce look that the Pastor gave me as she said those words in her strong South African accent definitely put the fear of God into me. I thanked her once again and after saying Goodbye to both of them I followed Mother back to the car, my head hanging despondently. In the short space of one Church service my life had been turned upside down. This however was just the start of it.

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

We returned home and I was ordered to change into my working pinafore and prepare the ladies a light lunch, some ham and salad sandwiches on sourdough bread and a cup of tea. As I was getting the lunch ready Brenda asked Mother,

“How was the service Mother?”

“Absolutely wonderful Brenda, they have a fantastic female Pastor who was so helpful and supportive of what I am doing for Georgie. She thinks it is wonderful that I am working on saving your marriage. Like me, she is a firm believer in discipline and thinks petticoating is a wonderful way to train an unruly male. She even put me in touch with a seamstress from the Church who has agreed to hand make a special maids dress for Georgie, we are going over to have her measured this afternoon.”

I looked at Brenda and could see her fighting back the laughter, she thought the whole thing was absolutely hilarious but did not want Mother to see her giggling.

“That sounds very generous of her Mother.”

“Yes, and another lovely lady Lilly has agreed to help Georgie with her faith education and will be supervising her in her
 "Scripture for Moderns"  course. It is a correspondence Scripture course. Lilly has agreed to personally mark all of Georgie’s work and she will report to Pastor Vorster and I each Sunday on Georgie’s progress. Georgie will have to deal with me for anything less than perfect marks. This will be a much better use of her free time than going to the pub or watching sporting events, don’t you agree.”

“Yes Mother, much better. I am so lucky to have you help me with this.”

Brenda’s approval of all that was happening just made me feel worse. I guess I was hoping that she would have had some moderating influence on Mother but I was  quickly learning that not to be the case. Brenda was well and truly 100% behind everything Mother was implementing. In fact the next phrase from Brenda was said with a real tone of superiority such I had not heard from her.

“Run upstairs, change back into your Sunday Bests and fetch my suitcase from upstairs then load it in the car, it’s time to go the airport.”

There was no please, no use of my name, I certainly felt more inferior than I ever had before. As I scurried upstairs to fetch I heard Mother say to Brenda,

“Thats the way an Alpha wife should talk Brenda, well done!”

“Thank you Mother, you are such a good influence, I look forward to seeing the change in Georgie when I get home.”

“I am sure you will be pleasantly surprised."

That comment certainly filled me with dread!

At the airport I was treated like a porter, first carrying Brenda’s bag to check in, then her hand luggage all the way to the barrier. Dressed again in my “Sunday Bests” I certainly felt conspicuous and embarrassed and dare not make eye contact with anyone. Mother insisted I walk two steps behind them. It was as if I wasn’t there. I was not included in any part of the ladies conversations. As we said our goodbyes I was about to kiss Brenda on the lips when she held her hand out for me to kiss the top of her hand. As I did so Mother said,

“That is how you will kiss Brenda in public from now on.”

“I much prefer it this way Georgie.” said Brenda with a wicked gleam in her eye.

I felt like crying that my wife no longer wanted me to kiss her on the lips, this was going too far! My heart was breaking. As I saw Brenda walk through immigration I began to feel very sorry for myself and was holding back the tears.

Mother turned to me and seeing my distress, put her arm around my shoulder and in a gentle affectionate tone said,

“Come now darling, you have to put your trust in Mother now.”

“You have to trust that Mother knows best.”

Then she gave me a big hug, it was overwhelming. I felt the despair be washed away by this display of loving affection from Mother. The hug added to the all encompassing feelings of love I felt for Mother at that moment.  She patted me gently on the back and I managed to calm down and feel better and was once more ready to do as I was told. Mother noticed my reaction and said”

“Thats my girl!

To hear those words from Mother really lifted my spirits. I felt even better and ready to obey once more.

Mother read my body language and resumed her strict, no nonsense tone.

“Right now Georgie, come now, off we go, there is so much for you to do. We have to get back home and deal with the little matter of not finishing the ironing this morning  then it is over to Mrs Grossman’s to have you measured for your uniform, then back in time for you to prepare dinner before we work out your new sleeping arrangements and daily schedule.”

“yes Mother.”

My humble compliant tone becoming automatic now.