Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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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.
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“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.
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Please keep posting more parts im hooked
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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.
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Mother is showing her fangs and i love it
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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,
“And 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.
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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.
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Mother in Law made me a sissy maid - Part 3
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The Fitting
by Sissy Karen
?Part 1 Part 2
I returned with Mother from the airport and as soon as we got in the house my next ordeal began. Mother ordered me to change into the floral pinafore and then marched me into the lounge room corner, nose to the wall and commanded me to put hands on head. I had failed to finish the ironing before church and now must suffer the consequence. The waiting in this position was so nerve wracking. There was nothing to distract my thoughts, all I could think about was the upcoming punishment. Last time she beat me so hard with the hairbrush I started to cry. Ever since then I had lost the privilege of wearing male clothing in the house and she started calling me Georgie. It was to stay this way until I could learn to take my punishment like a man and not cry. It seemed like hours but was probably only 10 or 15 minutes of nervous anticipation before I heard Mother walk into the room. I was determined not to cry this time.
“Right Georgie, over here and bend over the dining table.”
I turned around and there was Mother holding a cane! Last time my spanking was with the back of the hairbrush and that was enough to make me cry. My heart sank but I was determined not to cry so I could get out of these girls clothes. As I lay across the table she lifted my pinafore and dropped my panties exposing my bottom.
“What is this punishment for Georgie?”
I hated having to admit it like this.
“For failure to complete the ironing on time Mother.”
“And what else?”
I was in a tizz and didn’t know the answer. I hesitated, stammered a little and said very nervously,
“I don’t know Mother.”
And with that a fierce stroke came down right across my bum cheeks,
“Ahhhhhhhh” I screamed like a banshee.
“That might help you remember! So Georgie, what else are you being punished for?”
I hesitated again, my brain going a million miles an hour, but for the life of me I couldn’t recall what else I was supposed to get punished for. Another fierce stroke came down and again I squealed. The pain was intense and I could feel the beginnings of that terrible urge to cry. My eyes began to tear up. I fought it with all my might. I think after crying for the first time in years the other day, my resistance had lowered. I was on the verge again and the punishment hadn’t started properly yet.
“I d.d.d.d don’t know Mother…was it for church?”
“No!”
Another stroke this time she got me at the top of my thighs and the pain was excruciating! I squealed like a banshee. The tears were really welling up now. I was
“I can do this all afternoon until you remember Georgie. Let me ask you again, What else am I going to punish you for?”
“Pppplease Mother, I really can’t remember, I am sorry…”
“Thwack!”
This one got me atop the thighs and absolutely killed, I cried out and that was it, I started crying again.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
“Oh Georgie! Crying already! You really are a sooky girl aren’t you? You will be in dresses for a long I time I fear! And your punishment proper has not even started! Let me ask one more time, Why else are you being punished Georgie?”
This was so agonisingly frustrating, I was wracking my brain, trying to remember what else I had been reprimanded for.
“Not accepting the grapefruit with gratitude Mother?”
“While that is true it is not the answer I was looking for.”
She took a big backswing and laid another stroke right over one of the previous strokes. It cut and cut hard. I yelped and started crying again. I felt so ashamed and broken.
“I have been more than generous giving you a chance to remember Georgie but it seems you cannot. Not remembering is a sign of disrespect Georgie, it shows you are not taking my teachings seriously enough doesn’t it Georgie.”
“Yes Mother….sorry Mother.” My voice was shaky.
“You are being punished for not just finishing the ironing on time but also for not doing a thorough enough job!”
I couldn’t believe it, surely this was one and the same offence!
“I think the answer to this little problem will be to have you sit a little detention, maybe then the message will sink in. Don’t you agree Georgie?”
“Yes Mother.” I was in no state to disagree.
“You will write 100 lines : When doing the ironing I work promptly, efficiently and thoroughly. At all times being completely focussed on my task. Understood Georgie?”
“Yes Mother.”
“You will hand them to me at breakfast tomorrow morning and can start working on them after you have finished all your chores tonight.”
“Yes Mother.”
It was going to be a long night, followed by an early morning as the ironing was still waiting to be completed. Mother then continued with my official punishment for the offence. 24 searing strokes of the cane. I cried all the way through it. My bum was on fire afterwards and I felt utterly humbled and helpless afterwards. I knew I would have to lift my game under this new regime.
“Pants up Georgie, we must be getting to Mrs Grossman’s place for the measuring of your new uniform. Go wash your face and we will get going.”
I went to the bathroom and washed away my tears, feeling very sore and sorry for myself. The last thing I felt like was going to get fitted for my maids dress. The feeling of apprehension at the humiliation to follow was gnawing in my stomach. As I drove Mother to Mrs Grossman’s she continued to lecture me on how I had so much ground to make up before I reached an acceptable standard. My bum was on fire and I shifted around in the seat as I drove.
We soon arrived and Mrs Grossman greeted Mother enthusiastically giving her a big smile and welcoming us in. Her tone with me was very different and immediately her face scowled as she said in a commanding tone, “This way Georgie.”
We were led into her working room and Mrs Grossman offered Mother a cup of tea but did not ask me. She returned with the tea and biscuits for Mother and herself but nothing for me. There were 2 chairs only in the room and I dare not sit down. While the ladies were drinking their tea the conversation turned to my training. I started to blush red with embarrassment especially when Mother said “As long as he cries like a girl when he is being punished he will be dressing in his maids uniform when at home.”
“You a woman after my own heart!” exclaimed Mrs Grossman.
She opened a book of patterns from a book called “The working girl.” It looked quite old and showed Mother some of the maids dresses she thought may be appropriate. They discussed various uniforms until they found one that Mother approved of.
“I quite like this one as a working uniform, the apron needs to be starched when ironed and the pleats are a bit fiddly but it looks good. What do you think Eleanor.”
“Yes that looks perfect, she will learn to iron it perfectly won’t you Georgie?”
It was the first time I had been spoken to.
“Yes Mother.”
Came my meek reply. I caught a glance of the picture with the pattern. It did look like a nightmare to iron. The lower half of the dress had 2 pleats on the front and 2 on the back. The sleeves were quite puffy and had many pleats as well. There was an apron that tied around the back. In the picture it was tied in a perfect bow, which looked hard to attain and a hat as well.
“It better be Georgie as there will be consequences if you do not present yourself perfectly for inspections.”
“Yes Mother.” I was beginning to get worried.
Mrs Grossman nodded approvingly at Mothers comments then ordered me to strip to my
panties and come step up onto a step in front of her.
I quickly obeyed. I felt so embarrassed standing there in my pink panties under the gaze of both matrons.
“Hands in the air girl.” barked Mrs Grossman.
I did as I was told and felt so embarrassed and vulnerable before her. She noticed the cane marks on my upper thigh, under my butt cheeks and ran her hand over them, reminding me of the agony.
“Look’s like someone’s been a naughty girl Georgie.”
“Yes Mrs Grossman.”
“And what did you do Georgie to deserve that?”
I looked at mother standing there with her arms crossed, a smirk on her face, I could swear she was enjoying my humiliation.
“I didn’t complete the ironing on time Mrs Grossman.”
“A good maid works hard and stays focussed Georgie.”
“Tell Mrs Grossman what else were you punished for Georgie.”
“I didn’t do a thorough enough job either Mrs Grossman.”
“Oh well Georgie, practice makes perfect. I always have plenty of ironing to do, maybe Eleanor might let you come over for some extra practice!”
Both the ladies laughed and I didn’t say anything. After a bit of a chuckle Mother said,
“What do you say to Mrs Grossman for her generous offer Georgie?”
“Thank you Mrs Grossman.” That’s all I needed even more ironing! I hoped like hell that they were joking, I had enough on my plate already.
I had felt a little tingle of arousal as Mrs Grossman fondled my cut marks. She measured my arms, bust and waist first. When she did my inner thigh, I could feel my arousal get stronger. The back of her hand then rubbed against my panties right were my balls were and I couldn’t help it and became hard. There was no hiding it in the tight panties and Mrs Grossman screamed.”
“Ewww, she’s gone all hard.”
Mother looked and her face froze over in fury.
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“How dare you Georgie!” she screamed at me , walked over to me, grabbed a ruler off the table and started slapping at my bulge. Oh how it hurt, each slap hitting my willy or my balls, quickly causing it to subside.
“You are an utter disgrace Georgie, getting all lustful over Mrs Grossman who is simply doing her job. It is oafish, disrespectful and sexist. You are going to be published severely for this.”
Mrs Grossman was looking all upset and said,
“I am in shock Eleanor, I feel violated, getting all tumescent before me. I have the measurements, I think I may have to ask you both to leave, so I can compose myself.”
“Of course Heather, I am so sorry for what Georgie has put you through, you can rest assured that there will be a just punishment for this outrage and we will work out a way he can make it up to you. Once again accept my apologies.”
Mother barked at me “get dressed quickly Georgie!”
She put her arm around Mrs Grossman to comfort her as I got dressed than grabbed me by the earlobe and marched me out.
The drive home was hell. Mother wouldn’t stop berating me.
“You have shamed and humiliated me as well as yourself Georgie! So grossly displaying your carnal rage in front of Mrs Grossman! What will Deborah think when I tell her, that you are lusting over other women behind her back! It is a gross betrayal of my daughter and a breaking of your sacred marriage vows! Also it is outright sexual harassment Georgie! I win’t be surprised if Mrs Grossman call the police. You oafish brute! Just when I thought we may be getting somewhere with you. Believe me you are going to regret this!”
I couldn’t believe she was going to tell Deborah, I felt so ashamed of myself. Mother had me gripped in fear. I was marched into the house and told to stand in the corner with my hands on my head. I was made to wait what seemed like half an hour or more. I heard Mother enter the room from behind.
“Turn around, panties down, Pinafore up!”
I lifted my panties down and my frightened little willy was exposed.
“Put out your hand Georgie.”
Mother than started pouring Tobasco sauce all over my hand.
“Now rub that into your willy.”
I started to rub and at first it felt nothing, but moments later the heat began to build. Mother kept splashing more sauce on it.
“Rub it into the balls too Georgie!” Her voice was cold and angry.
“Yes Mother.”
Soon it was a burning agony, but she wouldn’t stop. The heat got stronger and stronger and I started sobbing, crouching over. This was hellfire! The heat was excruciating! Tears began to form and roll down my eyes.
“That’s it cry like the big girl you really are, you are a fraud as a man. Thinking you can lust over other woman. This is what happens to husbands who are unfaithful!”
The torture went on for what seemed like an hour and I was sent back to the corner. Mother returned again.
“C’mon out again Georgie and turn around.”
My shrivelled red willy was looking like a coc-ktail frankfurt.
Mother then started to peg clothes pegs on my willy and balls. Each time one clipped on it hurt like the blazes! But to make it worse she kept moving them around. The releasing of the peg hurt even more than the putting on for some reason. The one on the tip of my willy hurt the most and she began to flick it back and forth with her manicured fingernail. It pinched tighter and tighter as she flicked and eventually slipped off. The relief was massive but she just said,
“Oh no, I wasn’t finished, Lets put it back on.” She clipped the peg back on the tip of my willy and the agony was repeated over and over.
After that ordeal it was back in the corner again to once more contemplate my predicament and feel sorry for myself. It was another miserable humiliating wait in the corner with my hands on head and my willy aching. It was red as a beet, shrivelled and covered in pinch marks. Mother returned sometime later.
“Right Georgie, I just had a long chat with Deborah on the phone and to put it mildly she is utterly disgusted and disappointed in you! Her initial reaction was to file for divorce immediately for this gross act of infidelity. However I persuaded her that there may be one solution to your problem. You see in the early days of my marriage with Deborah’s father I walked into the garage and caught him masturbating over a Playboy magazine. I was rightly infuriated, disgusted and angry with him for his sinful act of betrayal, just as Deborah is feeling about your sinful act. However a good friend of mine, Mabel White introduced me to the Tollboy chastity device.”
She was holding a box in her hands, about the size of a mobile phone box.
“Once I had Deborah’s Father locked up and under my control he became a dream husband. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to resort to this with you Georgie but after your performance today you leave me with no option. Luckily I kept his device and now it will be going on you. Hopefully this will do the trick to stem your awful lustful ways. Step over here.”
I stepped over and she proceeded to fit the device. My willy was still very sore and the fitting was made extra uncomfortable and when the sensitive spots rubbed on the device it reignited the pain. Once locked, Mother fitted the key on the chain she wore around her neck.
“I will be holding the key from now on Georgie. I spoke to Deborah who agrees even when she gets back it is best if I hold it, due to the experience I have in these matters. The only time, and I mean only time you may ask to have it removed is if you are going to be doing something like a doctors appointment where it may have to be shown or if you suspect it may be causing an injury. Otherwise any pleading will result in longer before it is allowed to be removed. If Deborah wants to use your willy, she will have to come to me first.”
Her mention of Deborah had me worried, it was awful not to be able to give her my side of the story. I wasn’t lusting after Mrs Grossman, it was just a physical reaction to being touched and I hadn’t had any sexual outlet for days. Thinking of Deborah though made me aroused but my first attempt at an erection was painful as the device crushed it. It was a feeling I was going to get very used to.
“OK Georgie, you can make me dinner, than wash up. Then an hour of ironing and an hour of scripture homework before bed. Oh I nearly forgot you detention is due in the morning as well. You can do that after you report to me with your Scripture homework. No dinner for you tonight. Chop Chop!”
With that I scurried off to the kitchen. My level of humiliation, misery and submission raised yet another notch.
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The Afternoon Tea Party
by Sissy Karen
The 100 line detention at the end of that eventful day was a trial indeed. My backside was still smarting from the caning and every little movement was an instant reminder of my failings. My burnt willy from the Tobasco punishment ached in the chastity device. I was feeling sore and sorry for myself. It was hard to concentrate on the task and my mind wandered a lot. The chastity device crushed every hint of an erection as I thought of my beautiful wife Brenda. I hadn’t even spoken to her since she left. Mother had taken all her calls and hadn’t allowed me to speak to my own wife. I thought back to life before Mother arrived with a deep nostalgia of how blissful my life used to be. Our long languid love making sessions on weekend mornings, nights out with my mates and even the simple things like watching a TV show. They were all a distant memory now. I looked at the clock when I finished and it was 1 am. I had to get up early to do more ironing before making Mother’s breakfast and going to work. I fell asleep as soon as I lay on my bed, absolutely exhausted.
The next day at work was like a holiday compared to my new home duties! I never thought I would be saying that! Work was so easy in comparison to being at home doing Mother’s bidding. At Morning Tea my work friend Dave started telling me about his weekend. He had gone away with a group of friends. There were stories of skinny dips, champagne breakfasts and sexual conquests. I laughed along with him, hiding the fact that this was way out of my league. After sharing his stories he asked,
“How was your weekend? Get up to any mischief while Brenda is away.”
“No, just had a quiet one.”
“A quiet one? You should be making the most of it. Why don't you come out with me on Friday night, one of the girls in the group I went away with is having a party, it will be a wild night knowing her.”
Once upon a time I would have jumped at this kind of exciting offer but I knew there was no way Mother would allow me out, plus I had all those Scripture modules to complete on top of my horrendous chore schedule.
“I promised my Mother in law I would take her to a family gathering.”
I made up the first excuse that came into my head. No surprises Mother was the first thing I thought of.
“Your loss mate.” Dave said with a disappointed tone in his voice.
Later in the day I had to turn him down again when he invited me to go for a drink after work. Such privileges were forbidden now and would result in severe consequences. Mother had even installed the “Find my iPhone” app on her phone and linked it to mine. Brenda had told her that it was a good way to keep track of my whereabouts. Of course I had to install it and show her how to use it. My phone now felt like one of those tracking ankle bracelets that prisoners on home detention have to wear! I was feeling a bit flustered as I was thinking about all the things I had to do when I got home. Instead of making up some excuse to get out of Dave’s offer, I didn’t think fast enough and blurted out,
“Mother wouldn’t let me.”
“What? Your Mother wont let you!”
Dave burst into hysterical laughter.
“You are kidding, I have heard of pussy whipped, but you are Mother in law pussy whipped!”
His words stung and I went bright red. I couldn’t bare to maintain eye contact
He walked away and started talking to Nancy, the receptionist. Knowing Nancy I knew this piece of gossip was going to go through the company in quick time. Everyone would soon know I was under my Mother in laws thumb. I scurried off to the bus stop, eager to get away.
I arrived home after work to be greeted by Mother.
“Change into your pinafore straight away and wait in the corner of the lounge room, nose to the wall and hands on head, we have an important matter to discuss!”
“Yes, Mother.”
I quickly got changed and as usual the wait was incredibly nerve wracking. Mother’s tone was angry and I wondered what I had done wrong. About 10 minutes later she entered the room.
“Well, Georgie, while you were at work I was looking over your scripture homework and your detention. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“It was very difficult, I was so tired but I tried my best mother.”
“I am afraid it is not good enough. Your Scripture quiz you scored 4 out of 10 and I picked up 13 mistakes in your lines.”
“Sorry Mother…I thought I did better than that.”
“Look here.”
She showed me my Scripture quiz. She had marked 4 of my answers wrong for spelling mistakes! The answers were right.
“But Mother those are just spelling mistakes.” I pleaded
“Quiet! How dare you question me! I expect perfection and nothing less Georgie!”
“Yes, Mother.” My tone was defeated.
“Panties to knees and lift up your skirt!”
I did as I was told, a shiver ran up my spine as I felt the cool air on my exposed buttocks. Mother walked over to the drawer and took out the school Master cane. I caught a glimpse of it in my peripheral vision. The nervous tension increased. Mother then started to tap my bum softly with the cane. The anticipation was excruciating in itself. She loved to do this as she continued to lecture me.
“Sloppy work is the sign of a sloppy mind Georgie. It is my duty to correct that. It is laziness Georgie, what is it?”
“Laziness Mother.”
“And what happens to lazy sissies Georgie?”
“They are punished Mother.”
“That is right Georgie. There must be consequences if I am to rid you of your laziness. Brenda doesn’t want a lazy husband does she Georgie?”
“No Mother.”
“Sloppy work is also a sign of disrespect Georgie. What is it a sign of Georgie?”
“Disrespect Mother.”
Oh how I hated this line of questioning! Having to admit my failings while the cane menacingly tapped on my bum. I felt so humiliated and powerless.
“And to whom is it showing disrespect Georgie?”
“To you Mother.”
“That is right, I have given up this time of my retirement to train you Georgie and instead of gratitude all I get is disrespect!”
Oh she knew how to make me feel guilty, even though it was just a few spelling mistakes!Automatically I felt the urge to apologise!
“Sorry Mother.”
“You will be sorry after this punishment Georgie.” She gave a sadistic little laugh and tapped a little firmer on my butt. My nerves were strung tight
“Who else is it showing to disrespect to Georgie?”
She had me stumped, my mind started to race.
“Pastor Vorster Mother?” I asked with uncertainty in my voice.
“True Georgie as she has given you the scripture course but I was thinking of someone else?”
I couldn’t think. I hesitated and then a fire crack of the cane seared my back side.
“Owwwwww!” I yelled out.
“That might help you think Georgie! So who else have you been disrespectful too?”
Oh how I hated this! My mind was a fog, I didn’t know what she was getting at.
“I d.d.d don’t know Mother.” I stammered my response, all in twitter.
Whackkkk!
Another searing stroke, mainly on the left buttock this time. It stung hard! I moaned in agony
“I can’t believe this Georgie, I thought it would have been obvious! I really wonder what my darling daughter ever saw in you!”
Whackkkk!
Another searing stroke. It hurt like the blazes and despite my best efforts I started to sob. Instead of getting better at controlling my tears I seemed to be getting worse! Mother had broken me all right. My mind was a right Royal muddle.
“Poor little Georgie , crying like a big girl and the punishment proper has not even started! I fear you are going to be in dresses for a long time to come! Anyway, one more time, who else are you being disrespectful too Georgie?”
“I am so sorry Mother, please tell me, I really can’t think Mother, please tell me Mother.”
My voice was pleading now but another searing stroke came down across my bum, overlaying an earlier stroke and making me scream like a girl.
“The answer is Georgie, your beloved wife Brenda! Brenda has put me in charge of you to make you a better husband, so when you disrespect me, you also disrespect her! I would have thought it was bleeding obvious Georgie. You really have a lot to learn don’t you?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“So tonight after you have completed your chores, you will write each question and answer you got wrong in your scripture module 10 times each. Tomorrow night you will resit your detention from last night and on Wednesday you have now earned another detention where you will write 100 times - Doing sloppy, lazy work is not only being disrespectful to my Mother in Law but it is also being disrespectful to my beloved wife Brenda who has entrusted Mother with my training.”
My heart sank, last nights detention was gruelling enough after a long day, now I had three more nights of it. Where was I going to find the strength to get through all this? I had to go to work, race home and do my chores to Mother’s satisfaction and now instead of crashing I would be up late for three nights running doing detentions. My misery must have shown on my face.
“That’s not resentment I am seeing on your face is it Georgie?”
“No Mother, of course not….Thank you for your punishments Mother, it will help become a better husband.”
I was desperate to convince her I wasn’t resentful as I knew it would make things much worse.
“That’s the attitude Georgie!”
I felt a short lived feeling of relief before she then said,
“Now for the punishment proper….24 strokes of the cane.”
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After the first stroke the tears started to flow, each stroke stung like a searing branding iron. My last lot of marks had hardly had a chance to even start healing, it was one very sore and traumatised bottom. My voice was getting shakier and more pathetic as I counted each stroke and said the obligatory “Thank you Mother.” By the 6th stroke I was bawling, I felt so broken and defeated, my masculinity extinguished by this imperious matron. After the last stroke was finished Mother said,
“Right Georgie! Panties up and into the kitchen, I want my dinner served in the dining room in 45 minutes.”
The next week was a misery. Mother had so many jobs for me each night after I got home. Every inch of the bathroom had to be absolutely shining. It even involved scraping the grout in the tiles to get it perfectly white. That was a painstaking task. Every cupboard in the house was emptied and cleaned, inside and out. It was never ending. Vaccuuming, ironing, polishing, cleaning, sorting, I didn't believe there was so much that needed doing! Then after my chores there would be Scripture study and then detention. In between there were inspections and the inevitable caning for not reaching her standards. I had become so fearful and submissive to her. My nerves were on a constant high alert. I earned two more detentions that week for submitting sub standard work and so it ended up 5 nights straight of detention. It was so hard to do these blasted detentions at the end of not only my day at the office but then an evening packed with chores. While by Friday my colleagues at work were looking forward to the weekend, sharing plans of all the fun things they were up to, movies, parties, days at the beach it made my predicament seem even worse knowing I would be under Mother’s 24/7 control for the next 2 days.
On Saturday morning I was serving Mother her breakfast when she announced.
“Mrs Grossman called Georgie, your maids dress is ready so we are going over to pick it up this afternoon. I told her you were now in a chastity device so she need not worry about any gross displays of sinful lust from you!”
I turned red knowing Mrs Grossman now knew I was in a chastity device.
“I told her that you were keen to make it up to her in some practical way and she mentioned she has some weeding that needs done in her courtyard. She has invited me over for afternoon tea with some of the ladies from Church, so we will head over at 2pm. I want you in your Sunday bests at 1:30pm sharp, ready to go. Understood?”
“Yes, Mother.”
A sickening apprehension washed over me, the thought of doing a job in order to make it up to Mrs Grossman in front of a group of church matrons had me feeling sick in the stomach. This was likely to be another humiliating ordeal for me. It played on my mind all morning as I worked through my Saturday morning chores. There was a lot of laundry to be done as Mother decided all sheets and towels had to washed and the beds remade. I earned a 6 stroke caning as I forgot to do the “Hospital corners” to Mother’s standard when I remade her bed, my mind was all over the place. The apprehension and anxiety continued to grow.
I was a bit worried about having to wear my “Sunday Bests” on a Saturday. It would mean washing, drying and ironing them tonight before Church tomorrow. At least I didn’t have a detention, well not yet anyway! I was ready to go at 1:25pm and stood at attention with my nose to the wall in the hallway, waiting for Mother as I had been trained to.
We arrived at Mrs Grossman’s house and I walked up the front path a step behind Mother. The ladies greeted each other then Mother turned to me,
“What do you say Georgie?”
“Hello Mrs Grossman, I am so grateful to be given the opportunity to make amends for my disgusting lack of self control last week, thank you for the opportunity.”
Mrs Grossman gave me the most severe look imaginable. She was in a full long sleeved dressed, buttoned up to the neck, her hair tied back into a bun. She looked every inch a strict matron if ever you imagined one. Without saying a word she motioned for us to both come in. Once inside she said to me.
“Eleanor has said she has solved the problem of you being unable to control your carnal rage Georgie with a special device, give me a look now girl!”
I was in shock, surely she didn’t want to see my chastity device! I hesitated and looked at Mother.
“Don’t be all shy Georgie, unzip those pants and show Mrs Grossman you chastity device, we have to make sure she is comfortable having you in her presence.”
I did as I was told and released my locked willy for Mrs Grossman to see. She cam across and had a closer look.
“Ingenious Heather! What a wonderful solution! I wish I knew about that for my late husband!”
“From what you told me your late husband was well behaved, a true God fearing husband should not need it, they should be able to control themselves.”
“Yes, true Heather, he was pretty good but in his younger days, there were times.”
Both ladies had a giggle as I stood there turning red with embarrassment. I felt so belittled and humiliated.
“You can do your pants back up now Georgie.”
Mrs Grossman then led us through to her sunroom which had big glass doors leading out to her courtyard. The courtyard was about 10 metres square of bricks before leading out to her lawn. The weeds had grown up through the cracks in the brick paving.
“My late husband used to weed the pavers for me but I have only done it once since his passing.”
Mrs Grossman then handed me an old bread and butter knife and a big cardboard box.
“You can use the knife to scrape out the difficult weeds Georgie, make sure you get all the roots out. Then put all the weeds in this box.”
“Yes Mrs Grossman.”
I got down on all fours and started the painstaking job. Every space between the bricks had weeds. Some of the weeds had grown quite tall and were difficult to pull out. The knife helped but was by no means the ideal tool for the job. It wasn’t long before the kneeling on the bricks tarted to hurt. The Sunroom had big glass doors so I was under constant supervision. Mrs Grossman’s afternoon tea party was being held in that room. When the next guest arrived, Mother called me in.
“Tale your shoes off Georgie and come in and say hello to Mrs White.”
I did as I was told. Mrs White was another stern looking widow from Church. She very much gave the demeanour that she would put up with no nonsense
“Georgie, this is Mrs White.”
“Hello Mr White.”
“Hello Georgie, good to see you working hard out there, the devil makes work for idle hands you know Georgie. It is very good of you to volunteer to help out Mrs Grossman.”
“He didn’t exactly volunteer Gladys.” said Mother
“Tell Mrs White, why you are you are weeding her courtyard Georgie.”
I could have crawled up and died, it was bad enough without having to admit it to another Church matron.
“I showed disrespect to Mrs Grossman, for which I am truly sorry Mrs White and wanted to show my remorse by making it up in some practical way.”
“Mmmm disrespect eh? What terrible thing did you do Georgie?”
“I failed to control my carnal rage Miss White while Mrs Grossman was measuring me for my uniform.”
“That is disgusting Georgie! You are so lucky that Mrs Grossman only wanted her courtyard weeded, I would have thought there would be a much bigger consequence for such a lewd act!”
“Don’t worry Gladys, there has been other consequences, we now have his little willy locked up so it cannot happen again.” Mother said.
“That is interesting Heather, anyway you better get back to work Georgie.”
“Yes, Mrs White.”
I went back out into the garden feeling even more humiliated. I was paying dearly for that one damn erection and the consequences kept mounting. Three more ladies arrived for the afternoon tea and I went through three similar humiliation introductions. Mother made sure that each of them knew the exact reason why I was weeding the courtyard. One of the ladies brought her 17 year old daughter with her. Her name was Claire but I had to call her Miss Claire. She was dressed very conservatively in a pretty floral dress that went just below her knees, it was buttoned up to her neck and long sleeved. She had wonderful long flowing blonde hair, was extremely pretty and had quite a bust. I could feel my chastity cage crush my growing erection and had to admit for the first time I was glad I was locked. Imagine the consequences for having an erection in front of all these women! I was told to address her as “Miss Claire”. She had an air of superiority and tutt tutted as I explained my situation. As soon as the pleasantries were over I was marched back out to continue the weeding.
I worked hard at it for well over two hours and my knees were aching from all the constant kneeling on the brick work. The end was almost insight when Miss Claire wandered outside.
“Hello Georgie, your Mother in law has asked me to inspect your work.”
Miss Claire then proceeded to examine each crack with a fine tooth comb. She pointed out a tiny weed that I missed. As I got up to walk over.
“No, you're not to stand up until its all done, crawl over here.”
The little bitch! She wouldn't even let me walk over. My knees were in agony and I had to crawl over to her. Her Mary jane shoe pointed to the tiny weed I had missed. I went to dig it out and it wasn’t even a weed, just a small leaf of one that I had already pulled. I scraped it up. She then walked right over to the other side of the courtyard and found another spot. Again she made me crawl adding,
“Chop chop, hurry now Georgie, we haven't got long to get it all done.”
This went on for about 15 minutes, making me crawl back and forth all over the hard bricks. I could see she was enjoying it. Even though she was being a prim and proper bitch to me I couldn’t help noticing her divine legs. Her dress just covered her knees and her stockinged calf muscles were absolutely perfect. Legs to die for as they say and I felt like dying at this moment! As I crawled to each weed I got a very close look at her leg. I dare not glimpse too high knowing all hell would break loose if she thought I was looking up her skirt. My imprisoned dic-k was straining painfully in its cage.
“Here’s another one you missed….and here….and here….quick quick now…”
Here perfectly polished Mary Jane show pointing to each almost microscopic weed. She would stand there with hands on hips, toe pointing at the weed looking all smug and superior. On and on it went. This pretty young thing sure had a cruel streak. In fact it seemed all the women at this church had a cruel streak! She didn’t hide that she was enjoying her power over me. Finally it was finished to her satisfaction. I took the weeds I had collected and put them in the bin before returning to the back room.
The guests began to leave and in the pre leaving chat Mrs Grossman said to me.
“Go and have a shower Georgie and we will try your maids uniform after the ladies have left.”
“And make it a cold shower Georgie, we want to dampen that ardour of yours.” said Mother
There was a murmuring of giggles from the ladies and I blushed a deep red.
Miss Claire then said to her Mother.
“I would love to see Georgie’s dress Mummy, can we stay and see what it looks like on her?”
“Only if Mrs Grossman doesn’t mind.”
“No problem at all, have a seat everyone and we will have a little fashion show.”
“I want to see it too.”
“Me too”
There was a chorus of “me too’s” from all the ladies. They all decided to stay to see me parade my new dress. As I trudged off to the bathroom Miss Claire piped up,
“Would you like me to make sure Georgie doesn’t use the hot water in the shower Mrs Whitten?”
Mother said,
“That is very good of you Claire, you are a thoughtful and very helpful young lady, thank you.”
“After she is showered send her to the sewing room.” said Mrs Grossman
“Here is a fresh pair of panties for her Claire, send her through in those.” said Mother
She handed Miss Claire a very frilly pair of white panties. She held them up and had a giggle.
“Come now Georgie, shower time.”
Miss Claire led the way to the bathroom, dangling my pretty white panties off her finger as she walked. Once in she closed the door and barked.
“Strip!”
She walked to the shower and turned the cold tap on hard. She let it run so I did not even get those first few moments where the water in the pipes that had Sun on them was a little warmer. She was making sure it would be freezing for me. I stood there naked before her and she touched the tip of the chastity device.
“So this what Mrs Falwell said has solved your problem with being unable to control your carnal rage.”
Carnal rage I thought to myself, that seems a bit strong, where did she get that from? It must have been Mother.
“Yes Miss Claire.” I said in my most humble voice, blushing bright red. It was so humiliating standing there naked before her with just my chastity device on.
“In you get!”
I hesitated then she gave me a push. It was freezing and as the water hit my chest I pulled back a little.
“All the way in, get that hair wet! Keep turning around, wash every bit of that body now!”
She kept barking at me. I washed myself all over and went to get out.
“No so fast, wash the whole body once more, keep turning, run the water down your back.”
She wouldn’t let me out until I had washed myself three times all over. When she finally let me out I was shivering. My dic-k and balls were completely shrivelled.
“Looks like the chastity device is too big for that, you will have to ask your Mother to get a smaller one.”
She laughed in my face, adding to my shame.
After I dried off, she said.
“Stand there hands behind your back.”
She took out her mobile phone and started to take some photo’s of me in my chastity device!
“I can’t wait to show the girls at school.”
“Please Miss Claire, No!” I pleaded.
I covered my device with my hands.
“If you don’t put your hand behind your back right now, I will scream and say you tried to touch me, would you like that Georgie?”
She had me by the balls and took her damn photos’s.
“We will have to see if Mrs Falwell will let you come over to my place. I have plenty of chores you could do in your maids dress, would you like that Georgie?”
The fear of God ran through me, that is all I needed on top of everything else, to be under this bitch’s rule. I dare not think what she would put me through. Of course I was to oscared of her to protest and murmured a humble,
“Yes Miss Claire.” I was hoping Mother would decline her offer, I hardly had the time as it was, let alone another activity.
“Run along to Mrs Grossman now and I will see you for the fashion parade.”
I headed off to the sewing room with the sound of her laugh ringing in my ears. I knocked before Mrs Grossman called me in to the sewing room. Mother was there with her.
“Part of the uniform Georgie is the underwear. You will wear white panties and this black suspender belt with black stockings. So put this on first.”
I clipped on the suspender belt but had a little trouble clipping the stocking on the clasps. Mother gave me a slap on the bum for being slow and finally I go it.
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“The hairy legs ruin the look a bit Heather, what do you think.”
“You will be shaving your legs from now on Georgie every Sunday before Church.”
What? I thought to myself. This is getting worse by the minute. I will be too scared to wear shorts in public ever again! I new better than to complain and said a humble,
“Yes Mother.”
“I might ask for an inspection Georgie.” said Mrs Grossman with a little chuckle.
“You must also wear a white, push up bra to give a little shape to the dress.” Mother continued
She handed me the bra which I also struggled with.
“She has got a lot to learn!” said Mrs Grossman.
“Nothing a little old fashioned discipline cant teach!”
Then it was time for the dress. It was a black working maids dress, that buttoned up the back from the waist to the neck. Mrs Grossman buttoned me up and it fitted like a glove, very tight with hardly any wriggle room. It was going to be difficult to button it up myself but it was just another thing I would have to learn or face consequences for. From the waist down the dress has probably a dozen or so pleats. I knew straight away this was going to an ironing nightmare. The sleeves were short and very puffy and also would be difficult to iron. I knew I was going dread inspections and learn to hate this goddamn dress.
Finally it was time for the apron. It was a starched white apron, the straps came down from the shoulders and buttoned into the waist strap. The skirt part also had pleats and another frilly piece on the shoulders would be yet another ironing challenge. Mrs Grossman buttoned it up and then told me to look in the mirror.
“Watch carefully Georgie.”
She proceeded to tie the most perfect bow imaginable. AS she was doing me up she added.
“This will have to be ironed with starch Georgie and you are going to have to learn to tie the bow behind your back.”
It looked impossible to me even if I was doing it in front of me, let alone behind my back. This was going from bad to worse. Mrs Grossman then said,
“You will wait just outside the door until I announce you, Then you will walk to the middle of the room slowly, your back straight and eyes looking directly forward. Once in the middle you turn to face the ladies and give a curtsey. You will then slowly turn around before walking to the far side of the room and back to the middle. Curtsy again, rotate and walk out. Understood Georgie?”
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“Yes Mrs Grossman.”
We walked around to the sunroom and I waited just outside as Mrs Grossman and Mother went in. Mrs Grossman spoke to the ladies, hamming it up a little,
“It is with great pleasure that I introduce Sissy Maid Georgie!”
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She signalled for me to walk in. I face must have been red as a beetroot, I was so embarrassed to be modelling in front of the ladies. I was dreading having to face them for the curtsey and kept my eyes dead straight.
“Sissy Georgie is wearing a Grossman original, a pleated back working mades dress made from the finest Indian cotton. Notice how figure hugging it is amplifying her tiny bosom.”
The ladies all had a good laugh and my shame deepened.
“There are 12 pleats in the dress, all evenly spaced. The apron is a bright white cotton and as you can see designed to be tied in a perfect bow. Perfect for the working girl with a long list of chores to do.”
More chuckles from the ladies. I finally got to the second curtsey and made my way towards the door.
“We want more, we want more!” came the cry form the audience and I had to repeat the whole thing again. The ladies were having a good laugh at my expense and I felt like crawling up and dying.
A few minutes later the ladies started to leave. Miss Claire then said to Mother.
“Mrs Falwell, Mummy told me Georgie is doing Pastor Vorster’s scripture course, I have completed that and would be willing to give her some extra tuition if needed.”
“That’s very kind of you Claire.”
Her Mother than chipped in.
“Yes, Claire got a distinction receiving top marks for all her assessments, Pastor Vorster said it was the highest marks she had ever seen.”
“Well done Claire! You sound like you would be a great help to Georgie. What do say to Claire Georgie?”
“Thank you for the kind offer Claire.”
“Free tuition, you are a lucky girl Georgie.” said Mrs Grossman.
“Perhaps Georgie you could do a few of Claire’s chores as a way to show your gratitude.”
“That can be arranged.” Said Claire with a giggle.
My heart sank, the young bitch had thought this through and now I would be doing her bloody chores as well as having to endure her ‘tuition’. Bloody Miss goody two shoes was all I could think.
“I have some free time tomorrow afternoon Mrs Falwell.”
“Perfect, I will send Georgie over about 2 pm.”
“Great it’s all arranged.”
Everyone then said their goodbye’s, I thanked Mrs Grossman again for the dress and we drove home. I was so glad to be leaving but going home I didn’t have anything to look forward to. Mother was already rearranging my Sunday chores to fit in the extra tuition and there was going to be extra duties tonight now….
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Mother rearranged my Sunday schedule so I could fit in my extra Scripture tuition with Miss Claire. I now had to be up at 5:00AM to give me any chance of completing my chores. The new rule was I had to be in my sissy maids dress at all times when in the house unless Mother decided otherwise. I was very clumsy with the clips on my stockings, the clips on the bra and I only got worse as I started to worry about the impact on the time I had There was a large basket of ironing which took me an hour. Tying the bow behind my apron took me a god 5 minutes as I tried to look in the mirror and make it perfect. I wasn’t completely happy but left it and hoped I would have a chance to redo it before Mother’s inspection. I then had to complete a “Deep clean” of the bathroom. This meant every surface had to be scrubbed and the grout between the tiles scraped clean with a special grout tool. The inside of the cupboards had to be emptied and cleaned and the window cleaned too. “Deep Clean” meant absolutely everything! It was painstaking work. Even the light fitting had to be removed and cleaned. It was 7:30AM by the time I finished. Mother’s cooked breakfast of poached eggs on toast with grilled tomato and mushrooms, plus her freshly cut fruit salad and yoghurt served with pot of tea had to be prepared next. It had to be ready to be served precisely at 8:00 AM. I loaded it all up on the tray and took it to her room and knocked on the door.
“Enter.”
I opened the door and carried the tray in. Mother was sitting up in bed in her silk nightdress. She must not have been wearing her bra as the shape of her nipples could be seen through the material. I was a little shocked at my reaction and my pen-is became hard in my cage. I had never been aroused by Mother before and felt quite ashamed. Mother was a good 30 years my senior and I think I may have started to blush. I had been locked up for too long! As I placed the tray on her lap and the pot of tea on her bedside table Mother said.
“Look at the clock Georgie, what time does it say?”
“8:03 Mother.”
“Your 3 minutes late, you will have to be punished for that.”
“Yes Mother, Sorry Mother.” I meekly replied. I had learned that making excuses only made things worse and it was better to just accept it and agree graciously.
“Stand up over there and turn around, I want a good look at your uniform.”
I stood at the side of her bed near the window and turned around.
“The bow is untidy and the seams of your stockings aren’t straight Georgie. Not good enough!”
“Sorry Mother.” My heart sank as I awaited the consequences.
“I have decided to put you on a demerits system Georgie.”
Mother handed me a small notebook and pencil.
“You will keep this on you at all times. Whenever I award you a demerit you will write the reason and the amount of demerit points awarded. I will be informing Pastor Vorster, the church ladies and Miss Claire of this system and they can award Demerits too if they are not happy with your behaviour. Every 10 points will result in a ‘consequence’. You must keep tally of your demerit points and if a consequence is due you will inform at dinner. Then at 9pm you will be waiting outside my study, nose to the wall and hands on head. Understand?”
“Yes Mother.”
“Now you can record 5 demerits for being late and 5 demerits for an untidy uniform. So you will have a consequence to deal with already! Write them in your book immediately.”
“Yes Mother.”
As I wrote the demerits in the book I quickly got the feeling that I would soon learn to loathe this little book. Within minutes of receiving the demerit book I was not only recording the first demerits but had earned enough to warrant a consequence. What would Miss Claire make of it?
Mother dismissed me and after washing up I changed into my ‘Sunday Bests’ had my piece of dry toast and grapefruit and waited in the hallway, with my nose to the wall and hands on head as I had been instructed to drive Mother to church. I was filled with apprehension at having to face not only Pastor Vorster and the church ladies but Miss Claire as well. Wouldn’t you know it, just as I was opening the door for Mother, Miss Claire and her Mother parked right behind our car? Mother greeted them first.
“Hello Mabel, Hello Claire.”
“Hello Heather, Hello Georgie.” They said in unison.
“Good Morning Mrs Von Donnersmack. Good Morning Miss Claire.”
My voice was humble and tentative. Claire then said,
“Now that I am your tutor Georgie, I think a more formal greeting is necessary, you will address me as Miss von Donnersmack at all times now.”
Mother and Mrs Von Donnersmack agreed and of course I said,
“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.”
Miss Claire continued.
“I hope you pay attention to todays reading and sermon Georgie, there might be a little quiz at your tutorial this afternoon.”
“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.”
Mother then said,
“Tell Claire and Mable about your new book Georgie.”
I blushed red with embarrassment; it was bad enough having the demerit book, let alone explaining to Mrs and Miss Von Donnersmack.
“Mother has given me a ‘demerits’ book. If any of my behaviour is not up to scratch whoever is in charge of me can award me demerit points. If I receive 10 demerits I will suffer a consequence as determined by Mother.”
“What good ideas your Mother in law has Georgie, you are very lucky to have a Mother in law who cares so much about the salvation of your soul.”
“Yes Mrs Von Donnersmack.”
“Does that mean I can award demerits in scripture lessons Mrs Whitten.”
“Of course you can Claire, in fact anyone who has him in their charge will be able to. I must tell Pastor Vorster and the ladies from the Altar Society after this mornings service.”
Miss Von Donnersmack then gave me one of her victorious, uppity smiles as we walked into church.
The Gospel reading of the day was from the book of Mark. It included Chapter 5:28
“But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”
I felt as if Pastor Vorster was looking straight at me after she read that verse. Mother also turned to me and gave me one of her “that means you” looks. Inspired by the reading pastor Vorster went on to give one of her most intense sermons:
“Well todays Gospel Dear Brethren is one for all our menfolk to take heed of isn’t it?”
There were nods of approval from most of the ladies.
“Jesus spells out very clearly what he expects from our men in terms of sexual morality in today’s Gospel. The people of Jesus’s day certainly knew adultery was a mortal sin but Jesus takes it to another level and raises the expected standard by telling men that even the mere thought of committing adultery is equally as sinful as adultery itself! That means any sexual thought a man has other than towards his wife is a mortal sin. How contrary is this teaching to today’s culture? So to the men here today take heed. Some think chastity is just for the unmarried among us but this is what chastity means in a marriage. It means total fidelity, not just in action but also in thought as well to one’s wife. In order to save yourself from eternal damnation and eternal hellfire it is not enough to just be faithful to your wife, you must rid yourself of any lustful thoughts you have of another woman! You must root out those evil thoughts and bring them to naught! The salvation of your soul depends on it! Chastity in marriage is about saving yourself in thought and body only for your beloved wife and only in a situation that is open to new life. Any thought more that this is mortal sin and you are condemning your soul for eternity. Sure it is not easy, but the way of the cross is never easy! Grow a backbone and be a real man, that is what Jesus is calling you to. So how do you do this? First and most importantly is to seek the help of our Lord. Don’t think you can do this on your own Gentleman. You must develop a regular prayer and scripture reading habit. Ladies you can be of great assistance to your man in this area. A good place is to encourage him to do the Scripture course I run in the parish. On top of that another good idea is to get your man to learn selected scripture passages off by heart. This does two things, it distracts him from thinking impure thoughts and it fills his mind with godly thoughts! Give him a passage to learn and a time when he must memorise it by and then test him on it. I will leave it to you to think of any rewards or consequences if he gets it right or wrong. I have put a list of selected scripture readings in today’s bulleting that deal with the issue of purity. At the top of the list is one of my favourites from St Paul’s letter to the Galatians Chapter 5, verse 17: “For what the flesh desires is opposed to the Spirit, and what the Spirit desires is opposed to the flesh: for these are opposed to each other to prevent us from doing what we want. That is an excellent place to start! Of course a man must be strong, determined a” Keep that top of mind men, so in moments of temptation you can call on the Holy Spirit to prevent you from doing the sinful things that you want! While you need the Spirit to be disciplined to overcome this vice it is also important to be humble and know that God understands that you are far from perfect and that fighting temptation is not always easy. So it is also important to take the prudent advice of St Paul in the 1st letter to the Corinthians who tells men to “Flee from sexual immorality.” Remember the soul is willing but the flesh is weak. Men I urge you most strongly to avoid all sources of temptation that you can. In this day and age there are many temptations for the Christian man that he cannot avoid. Everywhere you look there is temptation; lurid Billboards, women who dress provocatively, immoral TV shows, newspaper advertisements, and worst of all the Internet! Of course you cannot avoid all temptation but you can minimise it. Men think about the places where you are most tempted, what can you do about it? I am sure for many men it is the Internet. There are many wonderful things on the Internet but also some of the most terrible impure things too. I came across a system that I want to recommend to all men. It is called “Covenant Eyes” http://www.covenanteyes.com.
With this software a man makes a public pledge to never look at Internet pornography again and can nominate someone who he can be accountable to. It can be anyone but I think it is best if it your wife or Mother or even Mother in law. “
At that moment Pastor Vorster looked directly at Mother who nodded her agreement.
“The person who you nominate gets a report of all the impure or pornographic websites you visit. You are then accountable for your actions, just like any real man worth his salt should be. It is truly a wonderful program to fight the immorality of our times. So can I have a show of hands of the men who are going to sign up today?”
Mother gave me an elbow in the ribs and my hand went up immediately. While there were not that many men in the congregation, all of the other men’s hands went up too. This was a church were husbands were under the thumb all right! Pastor Vorster continued,
“ That is wonderful to see all the men’s hands go up. Well-done men! As Christians we are called to take up the cross and imitate our Saviour. One of the best ways we can do that is by making sacrifices. When it comes to fleeing temptation this can be an excellent opportunity to both make a sacrifice for our Saviour Jesus Christ and flee from the temptation of the mortal sin that is lusting after another woman, which as the Gospel told us today is equally as bad as actually committing adultery.”
Pastor Vorster was certainly drumming that message in.
“So for example, many men may find going to the beach or the swimming pool a place where they may be tempted to look at the scantily clad women. The solution: Give it up! Maybe it’s the Movies where you get tempted? The solution? Give it up! Or is the Television where you are tempted. Again the solution- Give it up!”
Every time she said, “Give it up” she thumped the lectern with her fist emphasising the point.
“Instead of plonking yourself in front of the TV maybe you could be helping more around the house for example? All these little sacrifices not only help you avoid the mortal sin of adultery but if offered up for our Saviour will bring you many graces. Remember the saying “the devil makes work for idle hands” Ladies you must make sure your man has a busy chores schedule. Not only will it make for a better household but it will prevent him from idle time where he may be tempted by impure thoughts.”
Once more Pastor Vorster was getting nods of approval from the women folk.
“But of course you cannot completely avoid temptation. There will be attractive women in the street, in your workplace, at your sport and leisure activities and even at Church.”
There were some giggles from the congregation.
“The first thing that must be at the heart of all your interactions men is respect for women. You must think of every woman you meet as being someone’s daughter, sister, Mother or Grandmother. Think how you expect them to be treated! If you genuinely respect all women you will not be tempted to have lustful thoughts about them and thus avoid the mortal sin of adultery. Develop the habit of looking away when you see a woman that you need not talk to. If you do need to talk to a woman look only at their eyes and nothing else. Women you can help here. Do not be afraid to call out your husbands and make them accountable. If you see an attractive woman, in person or in the media just say “Away” and train your man to know that he must look away and avert his gaze. Do not be afraid to interrogate your husband about the other women in his life, his work colleagues etc. Does he have any lustful thoughts towards any of them? This is a mortal sin remember! Ask the hard questions and get him to confess and make reparation if he has failed. Your role as guardians of morality is so important. It is the standard you expect from your men that will shape their moral fibre and ultimately save them from the burning hellfire. In a marriage privacy and secrets must be a definite no-no. Make sure you have the passcode to his phone and check his text messages and call history. He should have no secrets from you; there is no need for a man to have any private affairs before his wife. When a man and a woman are joined in matrimony before God they become one, so secrets are abhorrent to God’s plan. Do not accept it ladies! It is so important that he is accountable to you. If you notice a tell tale bulge in his pants call him out on it. Keep guard and do not let him get away with anything. Monitor all his reading material. Take the time to go through his book collection and get rid of any books or magazines with any trace of immorality. You may be surprised ladies but even seemingly harmless magazines on Sports or Cars can have pictures of attractive women in them. It is your duty to make sure he gets rid of them. For many men the only book they will need is the bible or other religious books. Anything else he should need your permission. If there is no children in the house consider revoking privacy privileges in the bathroom, make him keep the door open. Do whatever it takes, I urge you! Know if you do this you could be saving your husband from eternal damnation.
Before I conclude there is one more thing I urge all of the men here today to do. I urge you all to take the pledge of Temperance before God and the congregation. Alcohol makes a man weak and vulnerable to temptation. It is truly one of the agent’s a devil uses to corrupt a man’s soul. The only men I have ever met who have successfully been able to control the temptation of lust and adultery is the man who has sworn off alcohol. Alcohol makes a man weak and vulnerable to temptation. It not only rots his liver and destroys his health but destroys his soul as well! The cost is enormous! It is not just the financial cost but to his family as well from not being around and present to the needs of his family. All pubs and hotels are dens of iniquity, leading our menfolk astray. So I now ask all the men who are willing to take the Pledge of Temperance to never touch another drop of alcohol for the rest of their lives to stand up.”
Mother had already told me I was to consider myself teetotal since her arrival but I didn’t think that would necessarily mean for the rest of my life. Mother once again gave me a nudge in the ribs and I felt compelled to stand up. I could see the urging of the other wives to get their men to stand up too. IT started with just a few of us standing but after some further urging from pastor Vorster,
“This is for the salvation of your souls men, this if for your family men, show your wife you really mean that you love her by making this sacrifice for your Saviour!”
Her voice was raised in fervour and more and more of the men stood up. Finally it seemed every man was on their feet, agreeing to take the pledge.
“So your names then repeat after me,
I ________ before Our Lord Jesus Christ and the Congregation here present, do solemnly swear, that for the rest of my life I will not consume, buy or sell intoxicating liquor except for the purposes of medication, so help me God Amen.”
We all repeated the pledge much to the approval of all the ladies present.
“I am so proud of you men, you have shown a living witness to our Saviour today. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.”
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I could sense the approval of all the women present at this sermon. Pastor Vorster was at her fire and brimstone best this morning. The men on the other hand were dumbstruck as they could see many of the few privileges they had left were soon to be stripped from them. We had all been compelled to become chaste and teetotal. It wasn’t just the beach but any leisure activity where women could be would soon be banned for most of the men here. Every man here was going to be more accountable to their wives and if pastor Vorster had her way be doing more bible study and chores as well. I could see why Mother liked this church so much. While most of those rules were already in place for me I wondered if this sermon was going to make things even harder for me. I sensed Mother was filled with a new enthusiasm, the way she nodded and exclaimed ‘Amen’ after nearly every sentence in the sermon. I also wondered what Miss Von Donnersmack would make of Pastor Vorster’s sermon when it came time for my scripture tutorial this afternoon.
After the service, outside the church I stood next to Mother as she chatted to some of the other ladies. Mrs Grossman, Mrs Von Donnersmack, Miss Von Donnersmack, Mrs White, Mother and I were all in a group with Pastor Vorster. I stood there quietly, not speaking unless spoken to. There was a lot of praise for Pastor Vorster’s sermon from the ladies.
“Wonderful sermon today Pastor.” Said Mrs White
“It is so good to hear a Pastor took about morality, my friends who attend other churches complain they never hear their pastors or priests talk about morality.”
“In this day and age it is more important than ever.”
“It should be compulsory for all men to hear that sermon Pastor.”
“Accountability too, it is so important that our men are held to account, they get away with far too much all in the name of privacy! Accountability it really adds to their moral fibre.” Said Mrs Von Donnersmack. Mother than said,
“Speaking of accountability, tell the ladies about your little book Georgie.”
Why did she make me tell them? It was bad enough having this book without having to tell everyone why.
“This book is to record any failures or misbehaviour on my part. Any of the ladies who are in charge of me are able to award demerit points. If I earn 10 demerit points Mother will give me a consequence.”
“Wonderful idea Heather.” Said Pastor Vorster.
“Thank you Pastor, don’t hesitate to use it if you have to and that goes to you too ladies, at Church cleaning with you Mrs White or with your tuition Claire. Even if I am around and you notice something Georgie does wrong, don’t be afraid to award Georgie a demerit.”
“I think Georgie was daydreaming during the reading Mrs Whitten, I saw him looking around.”
“Give Claire your book Georgie”
Claire took no time in awarding me a demerit. I didn’t even dare try and defend myself.
“I think that deserves 5 demerits.” Said Miss Von Donnersmack in her strict teacher like voice.
Pastor Vorster then asked.
“What Book of the Bible was today’s reading from Georgie?”
I was dumbstruck. I had tried so hard to pay attention and that sermon was so powerful that I had forgotten what book of the bible the reading was from.
“I am sorry pastor Vorster, I have forgotten.”
“You are going to have to start paying more attention Georgie! Hand me that book Claire.”
Miss Von Donnersmack handed the book to Pastor Vorster.
“And 5 demerits from me for not paying attention!”
Did you know Claire has volunteered to give Georgie some extra tuition with his scripture course?”
“God Bless you Claire, you are an angel. I am so proud of you.” Said Pastor Vorster.
“Thank you Pastor Vorster.”
“May I suggest a little revision of today’s Gospel reading may be a good start?”
“Yes Pastor Vorster, I will make sure Georgie knows it inside out.”
Mother then said,
“Wipe that sulky look off your face Georgie and thank Pastor Vorster and Claire for your demerits.”
“Thank you Pastor Vorster for my demerits, it will help me learn to pay attention better. Thank you Miss von Donnermack for my demerits, it will help me focus better in church.”
The ladies chatted on for about 15 minutes before we headed home. Mother lectured me all the way home about how embarrassing I was to her and how the consequences for my failures were going to get worse and worse until my behaviour was up to standard.
“I cannot believe it Georgie! That was shameful to be picked up by both Claire and Pastor Vorster for not paying attention! You not only bring shame on yourself you bring shame on me! It is absolutely disgraceful! These fine women have volunteered, I repeat volunteered to teach you about your faith, which you have so sadly neglected and this is how you repay the favour? Disgraceful! To be awarded demerits by me is bad enough Georgie but to be awarded demerits by someone outside the family is doubly worse! I have decided that all demerits awarded by someone other than me are to be doubled and that is retrospective, so todays demerits will be doubled!”
“Yes Mother, sorry Mother.”
Was all I could muster in most meek and humble voice as I quickly worked out I had just earned 20 demerits and will now have to face 2 consequences just for what happened at church. On arrival home I made a note of the double demerits in my book and had just enough time to make Mother her lunch and wash up e I had to head over to Miss Von Donnersmack’s for my first scripture tutorial.
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Extra Tuition
I finished washing up after serving Mother her lunch. Because of my poor behaviour at Church, Mother decreed that I should have just one piece of dry bread (the crust) and water for lunch. This wasn’t my ‘consequence’ just an added little penance that she threw in at her whim.
Mother then summoned me to tell me she had just received a call from Miss von Donnersmack who asked if I could attend my scripture tutorial in my new sissy maid dress. Mother had agreed on my behalf and ordered me to dress up before I drove over to the von Donnersmack’s house. I was mortified! I didn’t think I would ever have to go out dressed as a sissy maid! It seemed Miss von Donnersmack was the golden haired girl as far as Pastor Vorster and now Mother were concerned. Whatever she suggested it seemed Mother would agree to it.
Mother made me do an inspection and I earned 2 demerits for a smudge on my shoe and 2 demerits for a crease at the back of the dress that I must admit I could not see. The standards Mother was setting were exceptionally high. Mother finally dismissed me and I hurried out of the house to the car, hoping the neighbours wouldn’t see me. As I neared the von Donnersmack’s house wouldn’t you know it? There was a random breath test and I was pulled over by the Police. When he asked me to count to ten into the machine he realised I was a man and started to laugh. I flushed red with shame and embarrassment and was a little scared too. I didn’t have to worry about the breath test; alcohol hadn’t passed my lips since Mother laid down the law. After the test the policeman said,
“Wait there a moment.”
He walked over to his 2 colleagues’, a lady and male policeman. The three of them returned to my car, smiling and smirking.
“Get out of the car.”
I couldn’t believe it! Why did I have to get out? I certainly wasn’t over the limit! Of course I obeyed. The lady officer then had a laugh and said,
“Turn around and place your hands on the top of the car.”
The other officer then said,
“We have reason to believe there has been a drug syndicate working in this area and we must search both you and your car.”
He then began to search my car, it didn’t look like he was too serious, and I suspected they were doing this for fun, just to humiliate me. The lady officer then began feeling me up, patting down my body. She tapped my crotch and felt the bulge of the chastity device.
“There is something here I think Brian.”
She then asked me,
“What’s this here?”
As she tapped the chastity device, I could hardly speak I was so embarrassed. I must have been as red as a beetroot.
“It’s my chastity cage officer?”
“Your what?”
Other cars were being pulled over for random breath tests and I felt all eyes were on me.
“My chastity cage.”
“He says it’s a chastity cage.” She yelled out to her colleagues. This made me just want to crawl into a hole and die. There was hearty laughter from the rest of the police. The first policeman then came over.
“We will have to take a look.”
He led me into the back of their wagon and made me pull up my dress and drop my panties.
“Well in all my years I have never seen that before. Why do you wear it and where is the key?”
“My Mother in Law insists I wear it Sir while my wife is overseas. Mother has the key Sir.”
The laughter was raucous. I felt so shamed and humiliated tears started to run down my face.
“Off you go then.”
I had to walk pass the other laughing officers as I got back in the car. My relief to be gone was short lived as I looked at the clock in the car and realised I was already 3 minutes late for Miss von Donnersmack. I finally pulled up at her house and was mortified to see Mrs von Donnersmack talking to two mature aged women at her front gate. I nervously approached them.
“Hello Mrs Von Donnermack.”
“Hello George. Allow me to introduce my neighbours Ms Hazel and Christine Clark.”
She turned to the ladies and said,
“This is my friend from church Heather’s son in law George, or Georgie as his mother in law calls him now!”
There were chuckles all round.
“He had been a very badly behaved husband, neglecting his wife and his duties and now while his wife is away Heather is seeing to getting him back on the straight and narrow. Until he can start taking his punishments like a man he will be wearing this maids outfit.”
If it was possible to turn even redder with shame and embarrassment I was sure I was going that deep hue now. To have my status spelled out so clearly to two complete strangers the first time I met them was excruciatingly embarrassing. The ladies looked very similar, I guessed they were sisters. They both gave me that disapproving look, pursing their lips and shaking their heads.
“What sort of things was he getting up to before Heather took over?” asked Ms Hazel.
“Drinking, coming home late, not helping around the house, disrespecting his wife. To top it off it turns out he is not much of a man and a wimp. Heather rightly asserts he needs some toughening up and discipline if he is ever to become a satisfactory husband. You will be in the maid’s uniform until there is some significant improvement, won’t you George.”
“Yes Mrs Von Donnersmack.” I said in my most humble, crushed tone.
There was more shaking of heads. Then Mrs Von Donnersmack looked at her watch.
“Looks like someone is late, hand me that demerit book.”
“Sorry Mrs Von Donnersmack I left it in the car.” In my nervousness I had forgotten my demerit book. I scurried back to the car to get it. I returned and handed the book with a pen. Mrs von Donnersmack then explained the demerit book to the ladies,
“Heather has him carry this book with him at all times and anyone who has his charge while Heather cannot watch over him is encouraged to report any misdemeanours so Heather can work on addressing his defects.”
Again there were approving nods from the women. Mrs von Donnersmack then addressed me,
“That is two demerits I have to record now, one for being late and one for forgetting your book.”
After writing in my book and handing it to me, she said.
“Run inside to the kitchen, Claire is waiting for you.”
I went inside to the kitchen and found Miss von Donnersmack sitting at the kitchen table, reading her bible and having a cool drink. She was dressed in sports clothes, an orange mesh singlet top, tied in a knot at her belly over a black sports bra and tight fitting black leggings. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a black headband with the Nike tick. She looked absolutely stunning and I was taken aback. Immediately, I could feel the straining in my chastity device, which I knew spelled danger. I was whipped out of my reverie with the words,
“Your late Georgie, hand me your demerit book.”
She opened up the book and turned to a new page, not noticing that her Mother had already awarded me a demerit for being late. It looked like I was going to earn double. No one would care that it was not my fault and I was only late because of the random breath test. I was beginning to accept that there was never an excuse for me. After recording the demerit Miss von Donnersmack said,
“Right before we get to work, your Mother in Law said you could do some chores to repay me for my tuition. It is my job on a Sunday to wash up and clean the kitchen after our Sunday Lunch. You may begin.”
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.”
I turned to look at the kitchen and it was a right royal mess. There were 4 filthy saucepans, a baking dish with baked on crud and loads of plates and cutlery.
“I want those saucepans spotless Georgie.”
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.” She left me as I began the job
I filled up the sink and got to work, I started on the plates and cutlery, stacking them before drying and putting away. That took a good 20 minutes before I started on the pots and baking tray. The baking tray was particularly difficult, I only had a small scouring pad that was a sponge on the other side, and I needed a more solid scourer. Miss von Donnersmack then returned.
“Still going Georgie?” she asked
“Yes Ms von Donnersmack.”
“You will have to learn to work faster won’t you?”
Oh the little bitch, I thought to myself, this was a huge wash up and I had been working solidly. I knew better than to complain and meekly said,
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.”
“Where is your demerit book? I better make a note for your Mother in law to work on your speed with chores.”
She had to be joking I thought to myself! I had been working so hard and still I had to receive yet another demerit. Mother was going to be furious on my return with all the demerits I had been earning; I was going to be in for a horrid consequence. I was fuming but controlled myself enough to say,
“It is on the other side of the table Miss von Donnersmack.”
“Bring it hear.”
The bitch! She could reach over and get it but instead made me stop my task, wash and dry my hands and come over and pass it to her. She made a note in my book.
“Because you are so slow Georgie, we are going to have to start the lesson while you work. Before we review today’s Gospel reading that Pastor Vorster asked me to review with you, you are going to learn Psalm 51 by heart. I will read it to you while you wash up. Listen closely as you will be tested on this later.”
My heart sank, I was supposed to memorise the psalm as she read it! What did she think I was? Some kind of savant?
“Repeat after me Georgie:
1Have mercy on me, O God,
According to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.”
I repeated the first verse of the psalm and she made me repeat it three more times as I scrubbed away at the baking tray. She then moved on to the second verse:
“2Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.
3For I know my transgressions,
and my sin is always before me.”
I repeated that three times and then had to go from the beginning. If I made a mistake I would have to repeat that verse 3 times. By the time I had finished the washing up and cleaned the kitchen floor on hands ands knees we had gone through the whole psalm.
4Against you, you only, have I sinned
and done what is evil in your sight;
so you are right in your verdict
and justified when you judge.
5Surely I was sinful at birth,
sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
6Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb;
you taught me wisdom in that secret place.
7Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
8Let me hear joy and gladness;
let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
9Hide your face from my sins
and blot out all my iniquity.
10Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
11Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.
12Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
13Then I will teach transgressors your ways,
so that sinners will turn back to you.
14Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God,
you who are God my Savior,
and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.
15Open my lips, Lord,
and my mouth will declare your praise.
16You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
17My sacrifice, O God, isb a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart
you, God, will not despise.
18May it please you to prosper Zion,
to build up the walls of Jerusalem.
19Then you will delight in the sacrifices of the righteous,
in burnt offerings offered whole;
then bulls will be offered on your altar.
Miss von Donnersmack could not have chosen a better psalm if she wanted to make me feel guilty
and contrite! She then marched me into the study for the lesson proper. There was a small school desk, which looked like it was for a young child. I guessed Miss von Donnersnack used to like playing teachers when she was a young girl as she had a black board as well.
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OK Georgie, a few basic rules of my classroom. When you enter the room, you are to walk beside the desk and stand to attention beside your desk. You do not sit down until I give you permission.”
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.”
I took up the position, standing to attention.
“You are not to speak unless spoken to, if you wish to ask me something you must raise your hand.”
I nodded in agreement.
“You may be seated.”
The desk had the bench attached like an old school desk and it was difficult for me to squeeze into it, being for a child.
“When seated, your knees and ankles must be together at all times, back straight and head faced towards the front. There is to be no looking around, I demand your full attention.”
I tried to put my legs together, it was most uncomfortable, the desk was really too small. My inner thighs were starting to hurt straight away and it was only going to get harder. Miss von Donnersmack then handed me an exercise book, a black pen, a red pen and a ruler.
“When you are not using the ruler and the pens they must be placed horizontal to you, perfectly straight above your exercise book.”
I placed the book straight and the pens and ruler above it as asked.
“If I leave the room, you are to stand up to attention until I have completely left the room and on my return you will again stand to attention until given permission to sit.”
Again I nodded in agreement. She then walked over to my desk and handed me the Bible.
“Before we start on the revision of Pastor Vorster’s sermon from his morning, you will write out the Gospel reading from today.”
With that she placed the Bible on my desk and went to walk of the room. I wasn’t expecting her to leave so soon and realized just in time to get out of the desk and stand to attention. After she left I sat back down and realized I couldn’t remember where in the Bible the reading had come from. I earned a demerit from Pastor Vorster after church for not remembering which Gospel the reading had come from and so much had happened I had forgotten. I thought it was one of the M Gospels, either Mark or Matthew. I started with Matthew, paging through looking for the verse on adultery. I couldn’t find it and moved onto Mark; finally there it was in chapter 5. I was just about to start writing when Miss von Donnersmack returned. I quickly stood to attention beside the desk as instructed. She had returned looking a completely different girl. She had changed into a knee length, tight fitting black skirt, white blouse, buttoned up to the neck, black stockings with 4 in heels and now had her tied up in a bun. She looked every inch a formal schoolteacher. She oozed power and authority and I felt myself feel weak before her beauty. Again I felt the crushing in the cage and my heart was racing.
“Have you finished writing the passage Georgie?”
“No Miss von Donnersmack, I only just found it.”
“What! Surely you remembered where the passage was in the Bible, especially after Pastor Vorster reprimanded you after church?”
“Sorry Miss von Donnersmack, I have found it now I can write it out.”
I went to sit down and start writing.
“Did I say you could sit?” Her voice was raised and I shot back up.
“Sorry Miss von Donnersmack.”
“You really are a dunderhead Georgie, aren’t you?
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.”
She picked up my demerit book and as she wrote she said,
“Ten demerits for not remembering g the passage and
Ten demerits for not writing the passage out in time.
You may sit down and write it out. In fact you can write out the passage an extra 10 times, let’s see if that drums it into your thick skull! Hands on head when finished.”
The way she had been treating me already was so humiliating, ‘hands on head’ when finished just added to it. She made me feel like a naughty schoolboy. My misery was only fuelled by my anxiety of having to tell Mother of all the demerits I had accrued. I couldn’t get it off my mind as I began writing, trying to memorise the passage as I wrote.
“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’[e] 28 But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. 29 If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. 30 And if your right hand causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.
On completion I put my pen down and waited silently with hands on head. I felt like such a gitt. Miss von Donnersmack kept me waiting; she was busy painting her nails. Finally she walked over and picked up my work.
“Stay in that position, eyes straight ahead Georgie.”
Miss von Donnersmack walked in front of my desk and turned her back to me. My eyes were directly in front of her behind. The tight skirt accentuated her perfectly shaped derriere. Even though she had been so cruel to me I couldn’t help but get aroused at the sight. I could feel that familiar crushing sensation in my chastity device. I was torn, I knew I was supposed to look away in these situations but I was also told I had to keep my head straight. I dared not look away in case she turned around quickly and tried to think of other things to tame my arousal. It wasn’t working and I felt a dribble of prec-um into my panties. I was hoping I didn’t give anything away on my face and could keep my arousal secret. Keeping my head straight I glanced down only to see more closely her perfect stockinged calf muscles sitting in a demure 4 inch black heels further increasing the frustration in my cage of denial. I started to sweat nervously. Just then she turned around.
“I have spotted 3 mistakes.”
She cut off her sentence and gasped
“Your blushing Georgie…and sweating… you haven’t been lusting after me have you?”
How did she know? Had she deliberately put her backside in my face? I panicked and said,
“No, Miss von Donnersmack, of course not.”
“If I find out you have been lying there will be hell to pay. Mother.”
She called out to her Mother who came in.
“I think Georgie may have been lusting after me Mother, he was blushing and sweating when I turned around, I think he was looking at my behind.”
I was really scared now. I continued to deny it.
“I wasn’t Mrs. von Donnersmack.”
“Well there is on way to find out, stand up!”
I stood up and suffered the humiliation of Mrs. von Donnersmack lifting up my dress to inspect.
“Look at that!”
Her voice was outraged and she pointed to my crotch. I looked down and could see the tell tale sign of a wet patch from my leaking pre c-um.
“How dare you!” she was screaming at me now
“Lusting over my daughter! After the kind-hearted gesture of extra tuition from Claire, you defile her with your evil lustful thoughts! And after everything you heard in today’s sermon too! Hand me that demerit book Claire.”
Miss von Donnersmack handed Mrs. von Donnersmack my book and began to write it in,
“100 demerits, having lustful thoughts towards Miss Claire! Wait till your Mother hears of this!”
Miss Claire started to sob; I sensed was faking crocodile tears.
“I feel so violated Mother and to think we were reviewing this morning’s reading about adultery.”
“Absolutely disgraceful Georgie!”
My head was hung in shame as I soaked up her tirade.
“You have sinned against Almighty God, you have betrayed your wife and blatantly disobeyed your wonderful Mother in Law. You will burn in hell my boy if you don’t mend your ways soon!”
“He also lied about not doing it to me Mother.”
“You are incorrigible. Another sin on top of the mortal sin of adultery. I feel so sorry you’re your Mother in Law; after all she has tried to teach you! You need to be punished and punished severely to mend your ways. From now on Claire you will teach from behind his back, he is forbidden to turn around and if you must walk in front of him he must cover his eyes.”
“It wont be just your Mother in law who finds out about this but Pastor Vorster as well, we are going to need her guidance on managing this problem of yours. In fact let’s ring her know. You can wait in the corner with your hands on head Georgie. Come to the study with me Claire and we will call Pastor Vorster on the speaker phone.”
“Yes Mother.”
Mrs. and Miss von Donnersmack walked out of the room leaving me in the corner for what seemed like an eternity. At first all I could think of is the trouble I would be in when I got home. Mother would be so furious and angry. Sweat started to form on brow as the anxiety overwhelmed me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what I would be in for now. My mind was conflicted, on one hand It seemed so unfair, I had been in this blasted chastity device for weeks now and couldn’t even get a proper erection. To have the very attractive Miss von Donnersmack put her perfectly shaped butt enclosed in that tight skirt so close to my face, surely any man would have been aroused by that, let alone one that has been in chastity for as long as I had! On the other hand I was becoming indoctrinated with the religious guilt. Was I really a deranged pervert at heart? I felt ashamed and guilty of my failure to control myself. All this training was starting to really impact. My head was in a real spin.
After what seemed like an eternity I could hear Miss von Donnersmack’s heels on the floorboards as she approached the room and came in.
“This has certainly given us something to work on Georgie. Take a fresh page in your exercise book and write the following heading: “My commitment to keeping the 7th commandment: Thou shalt not commit adultery”
I started to take my dictation, it sounded like she was tapping a ruler in her hand as she spoke, which added to my tension. She continued.
“Before my Lord Jesus Christ and my scripture teacher Miss von Donnersmack I hereby make the following promises, so help me God.
I will strive to the best of my ability at all times to avoid any occasion or thought that will lead to sexual arousal.
I will keep a record of every unauthorized erection and record the thought that was in my mind at the time. I will faithfully report these to Miss von Donnersmack at the start of every scripture lesson and accept the consequences in humility and obedience.
I will never deliberately look at any web page that may cause sexual arousal. I will subscribe to ‘covenant eyes’ and be accountable to both my Mother in law and Miss von Donnersmack
I will never look at any literature for the purpose of sexual gratification
I will not watch any television show or movie that may have immoral content. All entertainment must be pre approved from with Mother or Miss von Donnersmack.
Whenever I see any woman I will avert my gaze. If I must speak to a woman I will look only at her eyes.
I will not touch or apply any pressure deliberately to my genital area except for washing and hygiene reasons.
“Now sign and date that Georgie.”
As I was signing Miss von Donnersmack continued,
“You will write out another copy for yourself, I will be telling your Mother about the incident and the consequences Georgie, so I would advise you tell her the whole truth. For your homework you will write it out 10 times and learn it off by heart. You will be tested next Sunday.”
Of course she would be telling Mother, I was doomed.
“Before I send you home, I just want to see if you remembered the psalm that I taught you while washing up, recite it now!”
I froze, that seemed so long ago, so much had happened, I struggled to remember anything! I kept saying ‘Um’ and ‘Ah’ and began to get quite anxious as I scoured my brain trying to remember. I delayed and stalled, All I could remember was the first line “Have mercy on me O God” and must have repeated it 10 times hoping the next line would flow. I remembered something about cleansing me with hyssop but that was further down. I made a complete mess of it; I said “Have mercy on me O God” one last time in desperation. The way I was feeling not a truer word could I have said in that moment. Nothing else came to me, I failed miserably.
“Pathetic Georgie! Is that all you remembered!”
“I am sorry Miss Von Donnersmack.”
“You really need to start taking my tuition more seriously. Your attitude is appalling. For your homework you will write it out 50 the psalm times and make sure you know it by heart for next Sunday. Now write out what your homework is Georgie. Firstly you will write out your pledge to the 7th commandment 10 times and learn that off by heart. You will write out the passage from the Gospel on adultery 10 times and learn that by heart and you will write out Psalm 51, 50 times, actually make that 51 times and learn that by heart. You will be tested on all three and if you cannot recite them by heart there will be quite a punishment.”
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.”
I wrote out my homework and was wondering how was I ever going to complete all this? Mother had me working on chores from the moment I walked in the door to bedtime and now I had to find time to do this on top of the other work in the Scripture modules. Miss von Donnersmack wasn’t helping me with my Scripture class she was just adding extra work. I began to feel resentful and it must have showed on my face.”
“What’s that look on your face for Georgie? I don’t have to tell your Mother in law that you are ungrateful for my tuition do I?”
“No, No Miss von Donnersmack.” My voice was desperate.
“I am very grateful for your tuition.”
I didn’t need anything else for her to report to Mother.
“I am glad to hear that Georgie and you can show that gratitude by doing my other weekend job for me which is to clean the bathroom. Once you have written out your commitment to the seventh commandment you may follow me.”
She led me to the family bathroom, showed me where the buckets and cleaning supplies were.
“I want this bathroom sparkling Georgie, a complete deep clean!”
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.”
I slaved away for the next 45 minutes or so. How did I get myself into this? Here I was doing a teenage bitch’s chores in ‘gratitude’ for her ‘tuition’, which was just memorizing stuff and being punished if I forgot anything. Plus she has got me into such huge trouble with Mother by getting me aroused. I felt like crying but forced myself to knuckle down and clean the bath and shower, doing my best to do a perfect job. Finally I finished and put the cleaning stuff away and reported back to her. Of course she wanted to do an inspection. She seemed to be happy with everything, for the first time it looked like I had done something right. Then she pulled up a chair and undid the glass light covering. My heart sank, I had not taken it off to clean it. Of course there was some dirt in it.
“What’s this Georgie?”
“Sorry Miss von Donnersmack, I didn’t think to clean that.”
“That is your problem Georgie! Not thinking correctly. I said a deep clean didn’t I?”
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack.”
“Clean it up now and replace it. You can add a further 100 lines to your homework,
‘When doing chores for Miss von Donnersmack I am thorough and make sure I clean everything I have been instructed to.”
I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t think this could get any worse, I wasn’t going to get much sleep this week.
The drive home was filled with anxiety. Miss von Donnersmack was probably reporting back to Mother at that very moment and I had a long list of demerits in my book that I would have to face the consequences for. I parked the car and walked to the door with great trepidation.
As soon as I opened the door I heard Mother say in quite an angry tone of voice
“Into the drawing room corner and hands on head!”
I did as I was told and waited. After about 5 minutes I heard her phone ring and Mother say.
“Hello Brenda, how are you…”
It was my wife calling, how I missed her and longed to hear her voice. Mother walked out to the back of the house so I could not hear their conversation. I stood there hoping that Mother would call me to speak to Brenda after she had finished. The conversation must have lasted well over half and hour. I heard Mother walk back towards the drawing room, when I could make out what she was saying; the last thing I heard her say was,
“OK then Brenda, let’s talk again next week, Bye.”
And with that she hung up. Once again I wasn’t going to get to speak to my beloved wife. Didn’t she want to talk to me? Why didn’t she ask Mother if she could talk to me? What was she thinking? All she was getting was Mother’s reports of my behavior. I began to worry that Brenda’s opinion of me might be changing. Mother walked in with can in hand and said, in a very severe tone,
“Right, I have spoken to Claire and we have a few matters to discuss before you begin preparing dinner Georgie.”
My heart sank and my legs started to tremble, there would be very little ‘discussion’ on my part!
-
Mother led me into the office and sat down in her chair, ordering me to stand up across the desk from her. Her tone of voice was severe and commanding, she sounded angry but was not shouting. I felt intimidated and frightened of her in this mood. She certainly knew how to put the fear of God into me. I bowed my head too afraid to meet her steely gaze.
“Needless to say Georgie you have brought great shame to not only yourself but your wife Brenda and myself too with your despicable behaviour towards Miss Claire. I am in quite a state of shock Georgie. Especially after the commitments you made to chastity this very morning at Church!”
Her words were liked barbed arrows going straight through my heart. I felt contrite, shamed and humiliated as I stood before her. Scared of what possible consequence awaited me.
“I will be informing Brenda of you’re appalling behaviour and inability to control your sinful carnal rage. Your infidelity will be like a knife through her heart Georgie.”
She raised her voice for emphasis. I was horrified, why did she have to tell Brenda? I didn’t even have a chance to plead my case. The thought of my beloved wife Brenda being so upset at me broke my heart too. How would I ever get to make it up to her?
“Please Mother, don’t tell Brenda, I didn’t touch Miss Claire, I just…”
She cut me off sharply.
“Quiet!”
I closed my mouth quick smart and bowed my head. I was shaking in fright. Her power was such over me.
“How dare you! You really are a stupid little man. You heard the sermon from Pastor Vorster that very morning. Jesus himself said that any man who so much as looks at another woman with lust in his mind has already committed adultery. You knew exactly what you were doing Georgie.”
I wanted to plead my case but was too frightened now. Mother continued,
“To make matters worse Clair was actually helping you, in her own free time and you molested her with your eyes. The ingratitude is appalling! She is not even 18 years old. You are truly disgusting Georgie. Then you have the hide to try and ask me not to tell Brenda! To expect me to keep from her that her husband is a cheat and adulterer of under age girls. Brenda has every right to know the truth and I will be ringing her straight after I have dismissed you. There is no dinner for you tonight. You will finish your chores and go straight to bed!”
For the next week Mother was more fierce than usual. Her anger towards me to did not abate one bit. She picked many flaws in my chores, making me repeat them. I was put on her ‘punishment diet’. I had to cook up a large pot of vegetables and lentils and made a soup. No seasonings were allowed, not even stock cubes. After it was cooked it was put in the fridge and for each meal I had to eat it cold. My nightly meal was delayed to right before curfew after all my jobs had been done to her satisfaction. I even had to take a Tupperware container to work of the terrible slop. I certainly was aware every minute of that week that there was a cloud hanging over me.
On Friday evening Mother summoned me to her office. I approached with great trepidation. I stood before her, head bowed submissively, filled with shame and remorse.
“Brenda is on the verge of filing for a divorce Georgie she feels so betrayed by your sinfulness and the breaking of your sacred wedding vows. Imagine how she feels now? She has travelled away from home to advance her career in the hope of earning more money for the family only to be cheated on by you! Such a betrayal Georgie.”
Divorce! It was the word I dreaded to hear. I couldn’t believe it. I was devastated. I loved Brenda with all my heart, I submitted to her Mother’s training in the hope I was making her happy and now it was going to be for nought! Tears started to run down my cheeks.
“Please Mother, let me talk to her, maybe I can help her understand.”
My voice was pleading, begging. Mother responded with a loud and clear,
“No Georgie. That is a privilege you have lost. In the state she is in the last thing she needs is to hear you moaning.”
I slumped in resignation, feeling more and more depressed.
“However Georgie, I do have one idea that might just save your marriage.”
“Please Mother, I will do anything.”
My voice and spirit lifted with this glimmer of hope.
“That’s what I like to hear! Well I had a word with Mrs Grantham from Church who is a partner at a law firm in the City. I discussed your parlous situation with her and she just emailed me some doc-uments you will need to sign. “
This was so humiliating, yet another woman from church who knows about my ‘situation’. I was also wondering what sort of doc-uments Mother would need a solicitor to draw up for me to sign.
Are you willing to go along with my plan Georgie?”
“Yes Mother, please I will do anything to keep Brenda as my wife.”
My voice was pleading, begging her to help.
“First just say into this recorder that you have signed these doc-uments of your own free will, without any coercion.”
She pressed play on her voice recorder and I duly said,
“I George Grantham do solemnly swear that I have signed these doc-ument of my own free will without any coercion.”
.
Mother then leafed through the multi-paged doc-ument towards the last pages and pointed out where I was to sign. I had to sign in four different places. I handed the papers back to Mother and for the first time I detected a light smile from.
“Very good Georgie. What you have just signed is an agreement that if Brenda decides to divorce you she gets 100% of all assets and 90% of any future income you may earn.”
“What?”
My voice was incredulous, I was in shock!
“You didn’t tell me I was agreeing to that!”
I stupidly raised my voice at Mother and she screamed back at me.
“How dare you raise your voice at me!”
She then walked around the desk and slapped me hard across the face. I nearly fell over sideways with the force. My cheek seared with the sting.
“You said you would do anything to save your marriage, in fact you begged me! Are you denying that?”
“No Mother , sorry Mother, I was just shocked.”
My voice was pathetic and weak, her anger had put me back into my submissive place. Humble and contrite.
“This is the best chance to save your marriage, if Brenda sees you are willing to give up everything to stay with her, surely she will see you are genuine in wanting to save your marriage. Can’t you see that?”
“Yes Mother, of course Mother.”
I could see the sense in Mother’s argument but still it seemed a drastic step to take.
“Good, well you can thank me for this suggestion.”
“Yes Mother, Thank you Mother for helping me save my marriage.”
“There is just the matter of your little outburst to deal with now. You can remain on your punishment diet for another week as a way to remind you to control yourself and also to remind you of the poverty you will be facing for the rest of your life if Brenda decides to divorce you. Also no food is to pass your mouth until dinner tomorrow, your only drink is water. Finish off you chores and got straight to bed.”
“Yes Mother.”
I went to bed that night feeling very hungry and sorry for myself. How had it come to this? I had risked my whole lives work, my savings and most of my future income and with nothing concrete in exchange. I just had to hope like hell Brenda would agree to keep me as her husband. I reminisced on that wonderful time of our marriage before Mother moved in. It just made sadder and more depressed. Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed myself to sleep.
All that week I was on my best behaviour, making sure all my chores for Mother was done to the best of my ability and on schedule. I even added little touches like a small vase of flowers on her tray when I served her breakfast in bed before work. My nerves were on edge all week awaiting to hear what Brenda was going to decide. Finally on Friday evening Mother called me into her office. I stood before her as she sat behind her desk.
“I have a reply from Brenda about your situation Georgie. Brenda said she was very
impressed with the offer. She said it shows to her that you are sorry for your infidelity and are willing to make amends.”
My heart lifted. Mother’s idea was going to work!
“However when she heard of your infidelity, her heart was broken and she shared her grief with her boss, Matthew. From what Brenda tells me, Matthew is a very successful businessman, has been very supportive of her and her career and to top it off is much stronger and more handsome than you Georgie. He loves Brenda very much and Brenda has been resisting his advances because of her fidelity to you. However once she heard about your infidelity it was too much and when she told Matthew he immediately proposed marriage to her and she said she would divorce you and marry him. So unfortunately our plan did not work Georgie.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. The blood ran out of my face. I was absolutely devastated! Everything I had achieved in my life was lost and most of my future earnings too. Brenda had another man? It was too much and I started to cry.
“Don’t cry Georgie, you should be happy for Brenda, she has found a real man now to replace her cry baby husband.
Mother’s words made me cry even more. I burned red with humiliation.
“What am I going to do? Where I am going to live? I have nothing now.”
Mother walked around the desk, she put her arm around me and said,
“Now now, all is not lost Georgie. Brenda has thought about that, as I said she was impressed with your offer to give her everything in the even of a divorce. Firstly she will be staying in New Zealand permanently now and not returning to this house. You know that while she is very angry with you for your infidelity she still cares for you. She realises it will be hard for you to find anywhere you can afford to live on only 10% of your salary so she asked me if I would mind letting you stay here with me. The good news that I agreed Georgie and board and lodging will only be the other 10% of your salary.”
“Thank you Mother.”
-
Mother hugged me and I returned her embrace. I was so emotionally devastated I was genuinely grateful for the lifeline she had sent me. Only a few days later did it sink it that I was now in effect Mothers chaste indentured sissy slave.
A few weeks later I was cleaning Mothers office. I found a letter from Brenda and it broke my heart to read it.
Dear Mother 8th January
Since hearing of George's infidelity I have been truly heartbroken. Matthew has been such a rock of support to me. I could not cope with this if it was not for him. Ever since I arrived here he has been supportive, looked after me and helped me with my career. He is so dashing and handsome as well. When I told him I was considering divorce, he proposed to me immediately. I could not say no. He is so much more successful than George ever could be; I know it is for the best Mother. I guess every cloud has a silver lining Mother.
Your loving daughter
Brenda
I started to choke up as I read the letter, hearing her praise for Mathew made me feel so inferior and defeated. It was then I noticed the date on the letter. It was written after Mother had told Brenda of my infidelity with Claire but before she had me sign the doc-uments that gave Brenda everything if we divorced. Mother knew Brenda was intending to divorce and remarry before she got me to sign the doc-ument!
I was furious but what could I do? It must have been Mother’s plan all along? She set out to trap me into a life of slavery to her and succeeded! I had to check my anger and suc-k it up, knowing any reaction would only make things worse and continued polishing her desk. Mother then walked in.
“The date of the wedding has been set Georgie. May 26th! Brenda and Matthew will be staying here for the two weeks leading up to the wedding before going on their honeymoon and returning to New Zealand. You are a going to be a busy little maid, waiting on them hand and foot and helping me prepare for the wedding. It is so exciting! Pastor Vorster will be marrying them. Isn’t that wonderful they are marrying here? All our friends from Church will be able to attend.”
-
Mother insisted I take my annual leave from work in the lead up to Brenda and Michael's wedding. For me going to work was my only respite from the strict domination Mother had over me. While I had to rush straight home each day from work, wear panties and stockings under my male clothes and was forbidden from forming any friendships outside of work, I enjoyed being treated normally for those 8 hours a day and enjoyed wearing male clothes. For the next four weeks I would be under Mothers thumb 24/7. There would be zero respite from her tyranny. Needless to say I was filled with dread at the prospect.
It was a week before Brenda and Matthew were to arrive back home and Day 1 of my annual leave. After serving Mother her breakfast and making her bed, Mother called me into her office.
"It is one week before the happy couple arrive Georgie and three weeks before the big day. There is lot's to be done to ensure this is the best day of Brenda's life. But the first thing we must address is you Georgie. I have been chatting to Brenda and she said Matthew had some trepidation about staying here in the same house as you, her former husband and suggested they stay in a hotel. I would not have a bar of that! I told Brenda that my feminisation of you would be so complete that there would be no way that Mathew could see you as anything else than a pathetic fairy who is the furthest thing from a threat to him and their relationship imaginable.
Firstly come around here and hold your dress up."
I did as I was told, lifted my dress and exposed my panties to Mother. She pulled down my pink lacy panties and held my chastity enclosed little sissy clit in her hands. It was nearly a year since I had a release and being in a vulnerable exposed position like this in front of my formidable Mother in Law only made my clitty strain hard in it's cage. She set up her mobile phone to film what she was about to do. Taking a tube of super glue from her drawer and showing it to the camera she proceeded to cover the keyhole with glue, a tear formed in my eye and ran down my cheek. Mother was making my chastity permanent.
"Is sissy Georgie crying again?" She said mockingly and grabbed the camera and filmed my tears.
"You remember what Pastor Vorster said don't you Georgie, the marital act is only for those in the state of lawful matrimony, all other people are obliged to remain chaste. Even Masturbation is a mortal sin! Now that you are divorced the rules of the unmarried applies to you. So you should be thanking me for saving you from mortal sin, shouldn't you Georgie."
Oh She knew how to humiliate me! Always spinning it so I would have to thank her for things that hurt. She had trained me to be so weak and compliant before her that I automatically accepted everything she said was true.
"Yes Mother, sorry Mother, thank you for saving me from mortal sin Mother."
"That's better Georgie. Now go fetch the car keys. You have an appointment at the laser hair removal clinic."
My head was spinning at this latest news. Laser hair removal, which is permanent! Does it hurt? But of course there was no protest or even murmur of resistance from me, Mother had trained me to obey without question and I went and fetched the keys. I wasn't even told to change into male clothes; I would be going in my maid's dress.
"Yes Mother." I meekly replied and waited at the door for her.
On the way to the clinic Mother directed me to Pyrmont and we parked just under the Anzac Bridge. My first thought was that the clinic must be nearby. Then we started climbing the stairs to the footpath of the bridge. I was wondering why we were here. At the highest point we stopped and Mother handed me her phone telling me to film her. She reached into her bag and grabbed two smallish keys. She held them up to the camera.
"Do you know what these are the keys to Georgie?"
While I didn't know for sure, they looked the same size as the key to my chastity device.
"Are they for my chastity device Mother?"
Mother smiled a big broad smile.
"That's right my Georgie!"
She then took over the filming and filmed the keys as she dropped them down into the water below. I must have gone pale as I watched the keys fall into the deep water below. Mother was going to great lengths to emphasise the permanence of my chastity. I felt completely owned by this matriarch
"I will send this footage along with the footage of the superglueing of your lock, that should make Matthew feel a bit better about staying in our house shouldn't it Georgie?"
"Yes Mother."
I walked back to the car feeling even more defeated. We then drove to the laser hair removal clinic. There were three ladies in the waiting room. At first glance two looked in their twenties and the third older perhaps fifty plus. I knew I could not risk another glimpse of them or there would be hell to pay from Mother. I averted my gaze to the floor as I had been trained. Mother went up to the receptionist and loudly said,
"Hello there, appointment for George Grantham."
The girl looked at us and said,
"George?"
Mother stood aside and presented me.
"We call him Georgie, you can too. He hasn't had a legal name change yet."
"Sorry I didn't realise." The receptionist said with a smile forming across her face.
I flushed red as a beetroot. Not only the receptionist but also the three attractive women in the waiting room looked at me. I cast my eyes to the floor but was sure I could one of them trying to hold her giggle back. The way mother emphasised the word yet made me think she had a name change in mind down the track. Another shiver of submission ran down my spine. The receptionist then checked me in and said.
"Take a seat, Dr Sharpe will call you in soon."
I sat there feeling extremely embarrassed. Of course Mother had to start a conversation with the older of the three ladies, loud enough for all to hear. She explained to her that I was a sissy maid who wanted to look more feminine and that laser hair removal would mean I would have to spend less time shaving and have more time for domestic duties. I could hear the ladies reaction of surprise and interest. She said she could with a sissy maid half jokingly. Mother told there she may be able to help her with that and took the ladies phone number. It was then that Dr Sharpe called me in. Of course Mother came too.
Dr Sharpe was a very attractive woman in her mid 40's. Tall and slender, her body was lithe and she obviously worked out regularly. Her blonde hair was tied back and she was in surgical gowns.
"So what can we do for you Georgie?"
The receptionist must have told Dr Sharpe about my 'preferred' name. Mother spoke up before I responded.
"Total hair removal except for the head."
"That is a big procedure, I do not normally recommend we do it one sitting, it will take a few hours and could get quite uncomfortable. It also may take 3 or 4 repeat visits."
"Yes I knew about the repeat visits, but I need it done before the weekend." Said Mother emphatically.
"I could not fit Georgie in again before the weekend but I do have the time today. But I still recommend we do it in two separate sessions."
"No, she will be alright, she is used to a little discomfort."
"What about you Georgie? I want to hear it from you, are you willing to do it one session?"
"Yes Dr Sharpe." I dare not disagree with Mother
"What about your eyebrows Georgie, I can make them look more feminine?"
I dare not answer and looked at Mother who responded on my behalf.
"Yes more feminine would be perfect." Mother said with joy in her voice.
Dr Sharpe handed me a laminated page with various eyebrow shapes to choose from.
"Take a look her Georgie, what would you prefer?"
Mother snatched the page out of my hand and proceeded to choose a very thin feminine style. I was worried how I would look at work. I was going to be so self-conscious. Long sleeve shirts and pants would hide my arms and legs but there was no hiding my eyebrows. Dr Sharpe saw the look of concern on my face.
"Are you sure Georgie?"
The look Mother gave me ensure I replied,
"Yes Dr Sharpe, the style Mother chose will be perfect thank you."
"She will have that one Dr Sharpe." Mother said
"OK strip off and lie on your back on the treatment bed."
I nervously took of my dress and underwear, knowing I would have to show Dr Sharpe my chastity device. I faced away from her until the last minute when I climbed up on the bed.
"When did you last shave Georgie?"
"Yesterday Dr Sharpe."
She turned and came towards the treatment bed.
"Oh, What's this?" Dr Sharpe said, pointing to my chastity device.
"It is her chastity device Doctor, she is forbidden from any sexual activity."
"Can we remove it for the treatment?"
"Actually No, I don't have the key anymore,” said Mother.
"So this is permanent?"
"Yes that is right Doctor." Mother replied.
Doctor Sharpe looked at me, her hand moved to near the device.
"May I touch it?"
I nodded in agreement. She pulled on the device, manipulating it back and forth. She looked closely around the cuff area."
"I will need to get the laser under this cuff, there is a bit of give."
She pushed down hard under the cuff and I gave a little moan and she withdrew."
"Sorry Georgie did that hurt?"
Mother gave me an ominous look, it did hurt a bit as she pulled and prodded on the device. But I dare not admit it.
"No Dr Sharpe, I just wasn't ready for it."
She then got the laser tool and pushed it under the cuff ring. This hurt a bit more.
"I think I should be able to get the follicles underneath the cuff. I thought I had seen everything, but this is a first for me!"
She gave a little laugh before prepping me for the treatment.
She began with my legs. The pain was not too bad it was like tiny pin pricks. It was just the duration that made it uncomfortable. When she got to my little sissy balls it hurt a bit more. The pushing and prodding under and around the cuff was also painful. However I grinned and beard the pain. When Mother saw me grimace she had to add,
"Come now Georgie, millions of women have had this treatment, toughen up my little sissy."
After a few hours I was done. I was left feeling sensitive and raw, like I had too much sun all over my body. I looked in the Mirror. My eyebrows had been done and now looked very feminine. I was worried about returning to work, what would my workmates say, how would I ever explain. As we got back into he car Mother scolded me.
"What was that sulky look for when you looked at you eyebrows Georgie, they look fabulous, it was so ungrateful. This is very expensive you know!"
"Sorry Mother, I was just feeling a little apprehensive of returning to work, I feel quite self conscious."
"Never you mind about that, with a little bit of luck you may not have to go back to that dead end job of yours, I have an idea."
Mother said no more about it, she just left me hanging. Would I really be giving up my job? My job was my only respite from this all powerful, most dominant matriarch? I was concerned to say the least. The treatment had taken nearly four hours and by the time we got back it was 1:30pm in the afternoon and Mother demanded that her lunch be served pronto. After I had washed up Mother summoned me to her office. I knocked and waited to be called in.
"Come in Georgie."
I walked in and curtsied, the curtsey making me feel the raw skin on my legs.
As I said Georgie, you are going to be a busy little maid this next week. I have decided a spring clean of the house is necessary before Brenda and Matthew arrive. Your first job is to move out of your bedroom. You will be sleeping in the garage from now on. I noticed there are an inflatable bed and an old wardrobe for your clothes. There is enough room behind the car to lie out the bed. When I inspect the room I want there to be absolutely nothing left that was yours and no trace of your presence in that room and that includes those photo's of Brenda and you. We don't want Matthew to feel put off. Put all your male clothing in garbage bags, you will not be needing them for a while. All other personal items of yours put in boxes and leave in my study. I will decide what to do with them. Once that job is completed report back to me and I will outline the rest of your duties for the week.
A feeling of resentment started to come over me as I packed up all my things. Brenda would be sleeping with Matthew in the bed we shared for all those happy years before Mother moved in. I was so jealous. Brenda and Matthew would only be staying for two weeks; did I really have to get rid of all my stuff from my bedroom? Not just my clothes but my books, laptop, guitar, CD's absolutely everything. I finally completed the task delivering 4 boxes of my stuff to Mother.
"Next Georgie is the spring clean. You will have to complete all these tasks before Brenda arrives on Sunday evening. "
She handed me a piece of paper. I was gobsmacked.
I want you to draw up a schedule for the next seven days to fit all these jobs in and then show me for approval. We have appointments tomorrow morning so leave 9am - 1pm free in your schedule. You have 15 minutes to get that done.
I stared at the list, it was crazy! Here is the list:
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Overall Spring Cleaning Chores
dust crown molding and baseboards
dust ceiling corners
dust baseboards and clean scuff marks
dust/wash light fixtures and lamps
dust ceiling fans
wash doors (look for scuff marks)
wash walls
touch up paint
vacuum or wash window curtains
wash window blinds
clean windows
dust bookcases
polish wood furniture
wipe down and vacuum furniture (clean the base and under cushions)
condition leather furniture
remove stains from upholstered furniture
vacuum and wash lampshades
deep clean hardwood, tile, linoleum, and carpet flooring
shampoo carpet
remove rugs to shake out, then vacuum, then clean under them
vacuum all flooring, including corners and edges
clean air vents
dust around mirrors, picture frames, and wall hangings
replace light bulbs
change air/furnace filter
replace batteries in smoke detector
Spring Clean the Kitchen
remove anything from the kitchen that doesn’t belong
clean and disinfect the trash can
clean the microwave
deep clean the dishwasher
clean and organize the refrigerator
clean and organize the freezer
replace refrigerator water filter
vacuum refrigerator coils
clean the oven
clean the hood vent and change filter if needed
clean stove top burners
clean and disinfect the garbage disposal
clean and organize plasticware and storage containers
reorganize kitchen cabinets and drawers
clean and organize kitchen drawers
straighten cups, mugs, and glass cabinet and eliminate the unnecessary
straighten plates, bowls, and other dishes and eliminate the unnecessary
deep clean pots, pans, and bakeware
organize the pantry
sanitize cutting boards and sharpen knives
clean and disinfect coffee maker
clean and disinfect small appliances
clean the pot rack
check the freshness of your herbs and spices
clean under the sink and eliminate the unnecessary
deep clean and polish cabinet doors
clean tile and touch up paint on walls
deep clean floors
disinfect door knobs, light fixtures and pulls
determine if you need new kitchen supplies
Spring Clean the Dining Room
eliminate unnecessary items
dust crown molding, wall corners, and floor molding
scrub walls
clean and disinfect light switches and outlets
dust and polish wood cabinets
dust and clean windows, inside and out
clean and declutter hutch cabinets and drawers
wash table linens
wash table cushions
clean light fixtures and wash globes
disinfect table and wipe down all chairs, including legs and underneath
remove rug, shake, vacuum and clean floor before replacing rug
Spring Clean the Bathrooms
Clean and disinfect light switches and fixtures
Clean air vents
Clean and disinfect toothbrush holders
Clean and refill soap dish and/or pump
Clean light fixtures and wash globe(s)
Clean make-up brushes
Clean mirror
Clean shower caddy
Clean shower curtain and liner
Clean shower door frame
Clean shower glass
Clean plastic strip at the bottom of a glass shower door
Disinfect countertops
Dust and clean windows, inside and out
Polish faucets
Mop and hand scrub floors (pay attention to special grout lines, corners, and moldings)
Scrub and disinfect toilet, including around base, under seat and around hinges
Scrub the bathtub and/or shower
Scrub walls
Unclog and refill lotion dispensers
Wash bathroom cup
Wash floor mat
Wash hand/guess towels
Wash trash can (inside and out)
Wipe down cabinets, knobs, towel racks and toilet paper holder
Remove rust from toilet seat screws
Tighten toilet seat hinges
Clean bathroom exhaust fan
Clean shower head
Polish wood cabinets
Caulk around bathtub
Re-seal tile and grout
Unclog drains
Toss beauty products not used over the past year
Toss expired make-up
Clean, organize and de-clutter cabinets and drawers
Clean, organize and de-clutter bathroom closet
Spring Clean Laundry/Utility Room
clean dryer vent
clean inside washing machine
empty washing machine drain pump
dust crown molding, wall corners, and floor molding
dust behind and underneath washer and dryer
sweep and mop floors
reseal tile grout
wash walls
clean and organize contents on shelving
eliminate unnecessary cleaning products
install organizers to hold cleaning products
disinfect door knobs and light switch plates
Spring Clean Living Room/Family Areas
take anything that doesn’t belong in the room and put it in the correct location
dust crown molding, wall corners, and floor molding
vacuum and shampoo carpet
vacuum under furniture and in between cushions
condition leather furniture
dust ceiling fans
switch ceiling fans to spin clockwise
clean lights and wash light globes
dust lamps
vacuum lamp shades
declutter
dust and polish furniture and bookshelves
dust edges of wall hangings, mirrors, and pictures
clean windows and window sills
remove scuff marks from doors and moldings
disinfect door knobs and light switch plates
dust electronics
organize electronics and accessories
disinfect remote controls and gaming devices
Spring Clean Bedrooms
take anything that doesn’t belong in the bedroom and put it in the correct location
dust ceiling, corners, and upper and lower crown moldings
dust baseboards and window sills
dust and polish furniture
dust edges of wall hangings, mirrors, and pictures
clean glass and mirrors
dust lamps
vacuum lamp shades
polish wood furniture
picked up, folded laundry and remove everything that doesn’t belong
dust ceiling fan
clean light fixtures and light globes
organize all closets
switch seasonal clothing and donate unneeded items
clean and organize Mother's and Brenda's dresser
clean and organized your nightstand(s)
flip and rotate your mattress
clean your mattress
clean under your bed
wash bedsheets
wash pillows
clean windows and window sills
vacuum carpet, including edges and under furniture
shampoo carpet
remove scuff marks from doors and moldings
disinfect door knobs and light switch plates
Spring Clean Office/Command Center
spring clean Mother's paperwork
clean out files and shred unneeded doc-uments
update home inventory doc-uments
review insurance policies
spring clean Mother's computer, keyboard, and mouse
clean and organize desk drawers
dust and polish wood furniture
dust bookshelves
Spring Clean Miscellaneous Items
spring clean your purse or bag
clean cell phones and other devices
clean remote controls
clean keys
clean out expired medications and vitamins
Spring Clean Outside
sweep deck
deep wash deck
deep wash siding
touch up paint trim, wood, doors, and shutters
deep wash garage door
clean outside door frames
wipe away cobwebs
shake out entry mat
clean grill
clean and repair gutters
clean outdoor light fixtures
wash outside windows
clean outside patio furniture
trim trees, bushes and shrubbery
check and repair sprinklers
inspect roof shingles
wipe away cobwebs
clean outdoor trash cans
clean out garage
wash and wax vehicles
I had to estimate how long each task would take and try and fit it into a one week schedule, knowing I could not only face punishment for doing a less than perfect job but also if I did not finish it in time. It was now 3pm on Day 1. I would be slaving from 5am to curfew at 10:30pm every day to have any hope. I still had to do all my regular chores like preparing all Mother's meals, doing the washing up and the laundry. I would hardly have time to eat myself.
When I returned to Mothers office, the cane was sitting on her desk. That immediately had me worried. I handed over my schedule and waited for mother to approve it.
"That looks challenging but certainly achievable Georgie. It will take diligence and dedication but we must make Brenda's homecoming and wedding perfect. I am sure you agree."
"Yes Mother."
Mother got up and pinned my schedule to her pin board. She then went back to her desk and picked up the cane giving it an air swing. You will be held accountable not just for the quality of your work but for completing your tasks on time Georgie."
"Yes Mother."
She whooshed the cane sending a shiver down my spine.
"As you have set this schedule there will be no one to blame but yourself will there Georgie?"
"No Mother."
Another air swing.
"Well you better get cracking!"
I slaved away in the lounge room for most of the rest of the day with a brief break to prepare Mothers dinner. I had earned three lots of 6 strokes all for failing to complete jobs by the scheduled time and did not get to bed until 11:30pm as I still had to complete my unfinished chores and then earning an extra punishment for breaking curfew.
The next day the appointment Mother directed me to drive to, was with a speech therapist in Darlinghurst. Of course I did not know that until I saw the name on the door as we entered. "Sherine Dodson - Speech Therapist. Specialising in Transgender voice coaching." After checking in with the receptionist we sat down in the waiting room. Mother explained:
"As I said before it is important that Matthew does not in the least bit feel threatened by your presence and I have decided that from now on you will have to talk in your most girlish voice. Sherine here will give you some coaching."
“What?”
I replied incredulously
“That is exactly what I am talking about Georgie, you might look like a sissy but you are not sounding like one with that horrible deep voice of yours. You are going to be learning to speak with a more feminine voice. It is so important Matthew does not feel the least bit threatened by you.”
I was in shock; this was going to more and more extreme lengths. I couldn't believe it. I was going to have to change my speech as well! We were then called into the consultation.
“Georgie Grantham.”
Mother and I walked into the consultation room.
“How can I help you,” Said Sherine
“Georgie here is a sissy maid and we both believe he needs to be able to speak with a more feminine girly girl type voice and I was hoping you could help.” Said Mother
“You have come to the right place, sissies are my specialty. No one wants a sissy maid with a deep masculine voice! I have lots of experience. Tell me, what does Georgie call you when he speaks to me”
“ Georgie calls me Mother."
Sherine patted me on my thigh and seemed genuinely excited. I love working with sissies Georgie, if you do as I say and practice what I teach no one will ever think you are a man because of your voice again,
First lesson Georgie is pitch.
What you have to learn is that pitch is your means of emphasis and inflection. Men use volume but the feminine voice uses pitch. So it is important to start high but not at too high a pitch as you need to leave yourself room to go up. Try and speak in a 'sing song' manner using pitch for inflection. Let's start with a practice sentence.
Say: Excuse me Mother, I have finished the washing up, what would you like me to do next?
I repeated the line, trying to put on a girly voice but thought it sounded terrible.
“Oh dear we do have some work to do Georgie. Now I want you try again this time go down in pitch on the word “Mother”, then go down on the word “washing” but come up to a higher pitch on the word “up”. Then come up in pitch on the word “next”.
I did as I was told and was greeted with some praise.
“Much better Georgie. Now the next thing to think about is getting your tongue higher and flatter when you talk. Try the line again.”
I repeated the line thinking about both pitch and tongue placement.
“Good girl Georgie, you are a natural!”
I blushed deep red with embarrassment.
“The next thing to think about is to enunciate your words and speak slower. In general men mumble, talk clipped, avoid eye contact, and speak forcefully. Us women in general say our words slower, we are more audible and smoother, we use more facial expressions and body expressions, and we hold eye contact, because we want to connect with our listeners. Repeat the sentence again.”
I repeated the line.
“No Georgie, slower and watch those facial expressions.”
As I tried again I saw Mother making notes, no doubt recording my failing for later corrective action.
"That's better. Now I want you to think about mouth shape, rounded and pouty lips really help create the feminine sound. A simple trick is to lightly smile as you speak and even give a light giggle. Don't just giggle between words but try a light giggle inside the word. Say our sentence once more.”
I took the advice on board and must admit I was starting to sound more girly, I was feeling more and more embarrassed by this exercise.
“Another good tip, for sissies especially who want to seem extra girly is to add a lisp to those 's' sounds. Try saying this line Georgie with added lisp:
Thithy thally thewed her thilky thtockings with thimmering thatin threads.
I repeated the line with lisp, pitch inflections, going slowly, with a high tongue and pouty facial expression. But it sounded a bit weird.
“ Again Georgie! Watch the tongue and those lisps.”
I repeated the line again and again, getting criticism after criticism until I finally said it to Sherine’s satisfaction. Our lesson finally came to an end.
“We can go into more advanced techniques later, like using the right grammar to project an inferior position and also the vocabulary that a feminine speaker uses too. For example a man may call his stomach his gut while a woman would call it her belly. It is important to rid yourself of those particularly masculine words. Perhaps Mother could pick you up on that and any other mistakes to help you learn faster. “
"It would be my pleasure Sherine.”
“Be sure to book an appointment in a month's time so we can look at some of those advanced techniques.
“Will do. What do you say to Sherine Georgie?”
“Thank you Mith Therine.”
I put on my best sissy voice.
"My pleasure Georgie, see you in a few weeks.”
In the car Mother laid down the law on my speech.
"From now on Georgie you will only speak in your girly voice, you will need to practice. When you are doing your chores just practice talking to yourself. If I ever feel you are not trying to put on your best voice, punishment will follow!"
"Yes Mother."
Before we arrived home we made one more stop. Mother decided I needed to get my ears pierced. From now on earrings would become part of my uniform. The rest of the week was hell as I slaved away from dawn to curfew each day. I tasted the cane regularly and my ass was striped all over for both time infractions and failure to complete my chores to the standards required. Finally Sunday arrived and we were driving out to the Airport to pick up Brenda and Michael.
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As we drove out to pick Brenda and Matthew up from the airport, we were stopped at a traffic light and I could see my face in the rear vision mirror. For the first time Mother had insisted I wear make up and she had applied it herself. This was the first time I had a chance to see it.
The foundation had hidden a lot of the wrinkles on my face; of course my face was now super smooth after the laser therapy. There was a cute hint of pink on my cheeks where Mother had applied blush. I had light blue eye shadow, mascara and a red lipstick with a warm undertone. I hardly recognised myself and was amazed how feminine my face looked. My eyebrows added to the feminine look after the laser treatment. Mother had said from now in public I would have to ‘put on my face’ before leaving the house. As we drove on Mother began lecturing me on how I was to behave around Matthew This wasn’t the first time she had told me but I dare not say so.
“It is so important Georgie that Matthew is made to feel welcome and comfortable in the house. We must make sure his every need is catered to. He cannot under any circ-umstances be made to feel the least big threatened by you. You must act as feminine as you possibly can. On greeting him you will not shake hands, you will curtsey. You will address him as ‘Sir’ in your most feminie voice just as we have practiced. You will batt your eyelids when you speak to him and bow your head submissively with that girly smile we practiced. Understand?”
“Yes Mother.”
I noticed we were getting low on petrol.
“Permission to speak Mother?” I said in my girly voice.
“Yes?”
“We will need some petrol soon Mother and there is a service station just up her a bit.”
“OK, go and fill up. Then you can have a little practice talking in your girly voice when you go to pay for the petrol.”
A shiver of dread ran down my spine. I had been practicing my girly voice at home with Mother but this was the first time I had to do so in public. To have to go into pay, dressed in my maids dress, face made up and now have to use my girly voice had me very worried. As I filled up the car I thought I was going to pee my panties. As I went into pay, Mother joined me and said she wanted me to also ask if they accept American Express Cards, then I had to directions to the Airport (I knew the way so it was not necessary) and finally I had to ask where the toilets were. Mother handed me her Amex card to pay and would be standing next to me evaluating my girly voice. As we walked into the shop area I cringed further when I saw the shop assistant was a man. This was going to be so humiliating. I could feel my face going red with embarrassment. I wanted to run away in that moment but one glance at Mother had me overcome my fear and I said,
“Do you take Amex Sir?”
I couldn’t believe I said Sir! I was burning with shame as I batted my eyelids like Mother trained me. A knowing smile came across the young man’s face, I just knew he realised I was a sissy.
“Sorry darling, all other cards are fine, do you have another card?”
The way he said darling made feel even more uncomfortable. I had to turn to Mother and say, still keeping my girliest voice on.
“Do you have another card Mother?”
I could see the attendant try not to laugh as Mother gave me her MasterCard. I then had to ask.
“What is the best way to the Airport Sir?”
“You are a well mannered girl calling me Sir aren’t you?”
I sank into deeper embarrassment.
“Keep heading down Alison Road, then turn left at South Dowling Street, there are plenty of signs to the Airport once you get on the expressway.
“Thank you Sir.”
I took the receipt and was about to turn away when Mother nudged me in the small of my back. I had forgotten to ask about the toilets. Mothers nudge startled me and I blurted out.
“Oh yes.” But I used my man voice; I quickly reverted back to girly voice.
“Where are the toilets Sir?”
He was holding back a smile as he said,
“Outside and around the left side, you will need the key though. Do you want the men’s or the ladies key?”
What was I to say? I hesitated for too long. This was awkward. If there were a woman in the women’s toilet that would be a scandal, if there were a man in the men’s that would be so humiliating. It was probably the best option though.
“The Men’s thank you.”
As he handed me the key he said laughingly,
“Watch out, a pretty thing like you might get into trouble in there.”
Luckily there was no one in the bathroom. I quickly did a pee and then I ran the key back and handed it back to the man. Mother was still waiting in the shop. I said,
“Thank You Sir” as I handed the key back and turned and scurried out, wanting to get out of there as quick as I could. As we left he said with a leering smirk,
“Come again Sweetheart.”
Mother was furious when we returned the car. She gave me a death stare that could kill a poltergeist and the steam was coming out of her ears. I was petrified.
“How dare you Georgie Grantham! I saw you flirting the shop attendant. It was so obvious, so blatant!”
“I wasn’t Moth….”
She cut me off.
“Be quiet!” She yelled at me.
“Lift up your dress and show me your panties.”
I lifted up my skirts and there was a small wet spot, that I was sure was dribble from the pee I had just done as I rushed out, wanting to get that ordeal over and done with.”
“I knew it! A stain from your wasted seed! You were getting aroused by homoerotic thoughts in that interaction.”
“No Mother, I prom….”
“I said BE QUIET!”
“I don’t want to hear your snivelling excuses! I knew you were a weak beta male Georgie Grantham but I had no idea you had closet homosexual tendencies! Wait until Brenda hears about this! Shame Georgie Grantham Shame!
“Please don’t tell Brenda Mother, I beg you. I wasn’t aroused by the man, I promise” My voice was pleading.
“I said Quiet!”
And with that she slapped me across the face hard. My head was forced side ways; it stung sharply and quickly put me in my place.
“I have enough evidence Georgie Grantham and if you think I would ever believe your pathetic excuses you are sadly mistaken.”
Suitably chastised I replied meekly,
“Sorry Mother.”
“In fact I am not going to tell Brenda about this incident.”
I couldn’t believe the turn around from Mother, the sense of relief was awesome.
“You are going to tell her about your homoerotic tendencies!”
Crestfallen I blurted out a pathetic,
“B,b, but…”
And received a harder slap across the other cheek.
“Don’t say a word girl!”
I shut up quick smart and we headed off to the airport. Not another word was spoken.
I dropped Mother off at the entrance and then went and parked the car. It was a fair walk and I felt like everyone was looking at me. I dare not make any eye contact with anyone. I found Mother in the arrival hall. I stood there quietly just a step behind her. I was so nervous at seeing Brenda. How would she react to seeing me dressed like this, what would she think of all the things Mother had reported I had done wrong? How was I ever going to say to her I had homoerotic feelings for the petrol station attendant? I was a nervous wreck as we waited for them to clear customs. After about 20 minutes of nervous anticipation, Brenda and Matthew walked into the arrivals hall. She saw Mother and walked quickly towards her and gave her a big hug. They greeted each other profusely. I looked at the man beside Brenda whom I assumed was Matthew. He was taller and more well built than I, he obviously worked out as his arms and chest were full of muscle. His shirt had the top few buttons undone, which revealed a bit of his muscled chest. He was very handsome and immediately I felt inadequate.
“Mother, allow me to introduce Matthew.”
“A pleasure to meet you Mrs Falwell, Brenda has told me so much about you, I must admit I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
Mother laughed, impressed by Matthew’s flattery and said,
“Oh please don’t call me Mrs Falwell, Eleanor is fine.”
“Certainly Eleanor.”
I couldn’t believe it, Mother had never given me permission to call her Eleanor, all through my courtship it was always “Mrs Falwell” and after we were married I was instructed to address her as “Mother”. Here was Matthew on first name terms straight away. Brenda then said,
“I thought you said George was going to be here to greet us Mother.”
“He or should I say “She” is.” She then pointed to me.
Brenda’s face went into shock and then a smile as she recognised me. She began to talk interspersed with suppressed laughter.
“George…is that..ha ha…really you? Oh my God, I never…hah ha.. would have thought.”
I nodded sullenly
“I call her Georgie now, she has lost her real man privileges. Say hello to Matthew Georgie”
“Hello Sir.” I curtsied as Mother instructed. There was more laughter from Brenda and Matthew.
Oh how I burned inside having to call him Sir, this man who had taken my wife off me and now I had to suc-k up to him or Mother would make roast meat of me.
I must have been red as a beetroot. A few tears ran down my face as I burned in shame. Mother pointed them out to further rub my nose in it.
“I told you he was no longer a man, she can’t even take a little laughter before she cries like a girl.”
“Looks like you have trained him very well Eleanor, he certainly has good manners and a perfect curtsey.” Hearing that from Matthew made me squirm inside, his voice full of a mocking tone.
“Far from it Matthew, there is long way to go. Hardly a day goes by when Georgie doesn’t need some discipline and correction, is there Georgie?”
“Yes Mother, a long way to go.” I couldn’t bear to see the look of superiority and contempt on Matthews face and hung my head down.
She has a little confession to make too Brenda, what happened when we went to fill up petrol Georgie?”
I was mortified! Did I have to do this now! Mother was going to make me say it in front of Matthew, here in the public space of the arrival hall. I looked at Mother with pleading eyes but got a cold steely reaction. I knew I had no choice. I looked to the floor and started speaking.
“I..I.I went to pay for the petrol…”
Mother interrupted.
“Speak up girl and look Brenda in the eye, no-one can hear you.”
I pulled myself together and spoke up.
“When I went pay for petrol, the man called me a pretty little thing and I was aroused by his flirting Brenda.”
“Errrr yuck! George I had no idea you were like that.” Said Brenda
“Doesn’t surprise me, look at how he is dressed!” Matthew laughed as he said it.
“No wonder you dumped him. Never mind Brenda you have a real man now.”
With that Matthew grabbed Brenda’s shoulder, pulled her towards him and gave her a big kiss on her lips.
I burned with shame, humiliation and jealousy. I started to cry again.
“There she goes again.” Said Mother.
“Whatever are we to do with you Georgie Grantham? Such a cry-baby! Now take Brenda and Matthews bags and show us the way to the car.”
They each had a wheelie bag and I carried their hand luggage over each shoulder. Packed up like a mule I walked back to the car, trying to suc-k up my tears. The three of them a few steps behind happily chatted to one another and caught up. It was like I wasn’t even there.
They continued to ignore on the drive home. Brenda kept telling Mother how wonderful Matthew was. How he built the business from scratch, how successful he had made the company, she raved about his beautiful holiday home and his brand new Porsche. She told Mother how he was a top football player when he was younger and how he still worked out every day. He had even been approached in the street by a modelling agency recently. It sure sounded like Matthew was the perfect man. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of the two of them in the back seat. Matthew would have his hand on Brenda’s upper thigh, or would be giving her a quick kiss on the cheek or neck. Or he might put his arm around her, caressing the side of her breast. I was burning up with jealousy; it took all my self-control to contain myself
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As soon as we got home the chores began for me. With two extra people in the house my workload was set to skyrocket. First I had to serve drinks, and then make some sandwiches followed by cheese and biscuits. Brenda then had me give her a foot massage. I must admit that was a most pleasant task; to have some physical intimacy with my ex wife at last, even if it was just a foot rub, it was a joy to behold. It reminded me of our happier times when I would play around at being her servant. When it was all just a bit of fun. I was snapped out of my reminiscing when Matthew said “My turn Georgie girl”.
Oh how it irked me to go over and kneel before him. The last thing I wanted to do was to massage his feet. But of course I did as I was told and replied with a submissive,
“Yes Sir.”
As I started to remove his shoes he sang the old Seekers song “Hey there Georgie girl…” and then laughed at me. “Georgie girl” was to become his nickname for me. His feet were stinky as, he hadn’t showered since before he boarded the flight but I suc-ked it up. When he had enough he pushed me away with his foot in my face.
“Get me another drink now, Georgie Girl!”
Neither Brenda nor Mother thought anything of it. I went off to get Sir Matthew a drink; my jealousy of him was now tingled with a growing hatred.
I served the drinks and left them be as I got stuck into my laundry chores. As I came in from hanging a load of washing on the line, Mother called for me.
“Matthew just had a shower, you best go clean the bathroom. Brenda says Matthew likes fresh towels and an immaculate bathroom. You will need to clean it as soon as possible each time he uses it, Understand?”
“Yes Mother.”
I went up to the bathroom and couldn’t believe the mess he had made! The floor was drenched and the bath mat soaked. He must filled the bath and let it overflow when he got in/ He must have also rinsed off in the shower. There was soap sc-um around the top of the bath and he had smeared soap or shampoo all over the glass in the shower cubicle. The basin was full of whiskers from his shave and he had used three towels! They were all on the floor with his dirty clothes. If he required fresh towels after every bath, I could see my laundry duties increasing sharply. As I was finishing off my cleaning, washing the floor on hands and knees he came and looked in.
“Eleanor told me to inspect your work Georgie Girl.”
Sir Matthew walked in and over to the bathroom sink and vanity. His shoes left dirty marks all over my clean floor. He then took out a can of shaving cream and began spraying it all over my clean bathroom.
“Not a very good job is it Georgie Girl?”
I was furious, how could he do this to me. I lost my composure and cried out to him
“Stop it!”
He turned around, grab me by the hair and put his hand over my mouth.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again? I do not take being spoken back to by anyone, let alone a sissy faggot like you Georgie Girl! Let me tell you something. I was against staying here with you still in the house. The idea disgusted me. But Brenda and Eleanor assured me you would be useful. So useful you better be! If you ever do not do what I say, when I say, it will be one word to Brenda and Eleanor and you will be out on your ear faggot. Now clean this up and report downstairs when you are done. I am keen to see Eleanor’s reaction when she gets my report!”
With that he pushed me to the floor and I started all over again, cleaning the mess he had made. Oh how it infuriated me. I now had to re clean the bathroom and face the music with Mother down stairs. I quickly put any thought of complaining about Sir Matthew out of my mind. He could do no wrong in Mother and Brenda’s eyes. I would never be believed. I had to suc-k up the fact that he too had ultimate power of me and I would have to do my best to obey and suc-k up to him too.
Half an hour later, with the bathroom clean and sparkling I went downstairs. Mother, Brenda and Sir Matthew were in the lounge room. I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear them chatting. Mother was absolutely fawning over Matthew, laughing at all his jokes, praising him at every turn and saying things “how wonderful!” “Fantastic Matthew!” “You are incredible!” “Brenda where did you find this wonderful man?”
They made me wait for about 10 minutes before summoning me. Mother spoke first.
“Come in Georgie and stand before us over there.”
She pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. Brenda and Matthew were seated on the lounge with Mother on a single lounge chair beside then. I was only three metres in front of them. I felt their eyes on me and it was very intimidating.
“Matthew has given me a terrible report of your cleaning of the bathroom Georgie, what have you to say for yourself?”
How I hated these sorts of interrogations. I looked at Matthew and he had a superior smile on his face. He was enjoying this.
“I am sorry Mother, I have tried better after Matthew spoke to me and have cleaned it thoroughly now.”
“Brenda, go and have a look.”
As Brenda went to inspect my work I stood there frozen. Mother and Matthew chatted amongst themselves ignoring me. When Brenda returned she said,
“The bathroom is perfect, I think you should thank Matthew for his encouragement and improving your work performance Georgie.”
I was absolutely fuming, Matthew trashed the bathroom and now I have to thank him for “improving my performance.”
“Thank you Matthew.”
“You can do better than that Georgie!” Mothers voice was firm
“Thank you for helping me improve my work performance Matthew, you are so kind to have helped me.”
I was trying to suc-k up as best I could.
“My pleasure Georgie girl, just make sure you keep up the standards, I hate nothing more than a dirty bathroom.”
“Did you hear that Georgie.” Said Mother
“Matthew hates a dirty bathroom, you better make sure it is always in perfect condition for him, that means checking in as soon as anyone uses it. Understand?”
“Yes Mother.”
Now along with all my other chores I would have to be cleaning the bathroom as soon as anyone uses it! How was I ever to keep track?”
“There still needs to be a consequence for your poor performance. I think it only right if you ask Matthew if he will deliver your punishment. 6 strokes of the cane!”
This was going from bad to worse! I don’t think I have ever hated anyone more than Sir Matthew at this moment. It took all my strength not to show my resentment.
“Please Matthew, would you be so kind to deliver my punishment for not cleaning the bathroom to your standards?”
Matthew was enjoying this and said,
“I might be able to Georgie Girl if you showed me a bit more respect. Weren’t you told by Eleanor to address me as ‘Sir”?”
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”
“I think that deserves another 6 strokes.” Mother piped in.
“What do you think Georgie, does that deserve another 6 strokes?” Michael asked in a very condescending tone.
“Yes Sir.” I replied, knowing there was no other correct answer of course.
“I want to hear you ask nicely for them.” He really knew how to rub it in.
“Please Sir, could you please give me an extra 6 strokes for not calling you Sir?”
“And why is not calling me Sir, worthy of another 6 strokes Georgie Girl?” He was dragging this out to make me squirm.
“Because I failed to show you the respect you deserve Sir.”
“And why do I deserve that respect?”
“Because you are a guest in this house Sir.”
“And what else?”
I didn’t know what to say and hesitated.
“Come on why am I even here Georgie Girl?”
“Because you are Brenda’s fiancé Sir”
“That is right, you failed as a husband and I have taken your place, that makes me your Superior doesn’t it Georgie Girl and worthy of your respect?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Say it then”
“I should show you respect Sir for you have proven you are my Superior because I have failed as a husband and you have taken my place Sir.”
I could hear Brenda giggling. It hurt to my very core.
“That’s better, now don’t you forget it. Now lift up your dress, drop your panties and bend over.”
Mother handed him the cane, he started taking air swings and I could hear it whistle behind me. A shiver of dread ran down my spine. Then he started laying them on thick and fast. He had so much more strength than Mother; I had never experienced pain like this. Each stroke was absolutely scorching. I was sure I could feel the welts rising immediately. The third stroke got me on the upper thighs and I shrieked in agony,
“Quite Georgie!” said Mother sternly. Matthew just laughed. I started to sob.
“Are you crying Georgie girl?”
“Y.y.y yes Sir.” I replied in a muffled tone, trying to fight the tears.
“She is such a cry baby.” Said Mother.
“I have never known anything like it. Cries like a girl at the slightest punishment!”
The humiliation in front of Matthew and Brenda burned. I am sure I was red as a beetroot with shame.
“This might help keep her quite.”
Mother produced a baby’s dummy and put it in my mouth. There was more laughter from Brenda and Matthew to further deepen my humiliation. The caning continued. Each stroke a misery, an agony, searing hot across my bottom.
Finally it was over and before being sent to the corner to “reflect on my punishment.” Mother removed my dummy briefly, telling me to thank Matthew.
“Thank you Sir for my punishment and teaching me a lesson on cleaning the bathroom. I am sure I will do better in the future.”
“You better do better Georgie Girl if you know what is good for you!”
I stood in the corner with hands on head for about 15 minutes. Brenda was reading her iPad and announced to Mother.
“Look at this Mother,” said Brenda
“ There is a new store in Newtown called “Ladies only.” They are advertising a new range of clothing, shoes and accessories for the feminised submissive male. They specialise in larger shoe sizes and they can tailor make items too. Maid’s dresses, formal dresses, school uniforms, everything you need to keep your sissy looking the perfect obedient pet. It might be a good place to get Georgie something for the wedding.”
“Show me.” Said Mother.
I could not see what was happening but imagined Mother looking at the website on Brenda’s iPad.
“I might take Georgie there this afternoon. Would like to join us Brenda?”
“I would but I am quite tired from the flight. I think I should have an afternoon nap.”
“Yes that’s a good idea.” Said Matthew.
With that I heard them both get up and caught a glimpse of them walking upstairs to the bedroom. Matthew hand his hand on Brenda’s bottom. The jealousy burned. I had no illusions what their ‘nap’ would entail.”
“OK Georgie, put on your Sunday bests, put your face on and wait for me at the door, we are going shopping!” declared Mother.
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Ladies Only
by sissy sally
(This chapter is the result of a suggestion by Mistress Holly that sissy sally and I combine the characters from sally's 'Happy Family' story with the characters from my "Mother in law made me a sissy maid" story. We collaborated, shared ideas and then I finished Chapter 9 with a lead in for sally to pick it up from the visit to the dress shop. A big thank you to Mistress Holly for her suggestion and a big thank you to sissy sally for doing such a wonderful job with this chapter!)
After being in public in my maids dress, wearing my Sunday's best almost felt like being allowed to wear male clothes again. I dressed as quickly as I could and waited at the door as instructed.
“Your hair has grown nicely lately Georgie, we will be able to do something with it soon, but for now, you will be wearing this when we go out.” Mother said, when she came downstairs to pick me up for the ride. She was talking about the hairband she placed on my head now.
It was not the type of thin arch young girls used to keep their hair back. There was nothing subtle about this. It was a broad Alice style band, made out of navy blue velvet with thick padding to make it almost as high as wide. Tiny little pearls all over it made it even more stand out.
“It keeps your hair back nicely, so everyone can see your new earrings.” She stated, and before I could wonder what she was talking about she began replacing the small studs I was wearing with large button style ones. They had a domed blue center with thick gold frames exceeding my earlobes.
“Consider these accessories part of your Sunday’s best now Georgie. They match your Jacket perfectly, and so is this.”
She handed me a large, blue velvet covered purse. It had no visible handle or strap.
“it is called a clutch. You are meant to carry it in your hands” She explained “Now, come along.
When I followed Mother to the car, she had another surprise for me.
“After the incident at the petrol station I decided that from now on you will ride in the back of the car Georgie” She said. “Get in, and sit straight. Feet and knees together, arms at your side, palms on the seat.”
She stooped over me to put the seatbelt on like I was a little kid. She pulled it across my arms and wrists and locked it in place like that.
“That is how you will ride in a car with any of us for the time being.” She declared, while she engaged the child safety feature of the door that would not allow me to open it from the inside.
“You are not allowed to remove the seat belt by yourself or even pull out your hands. You will sit still and remain quiet and don’t fidget until we arrive.” She took a coin out of her purse and slipped it between my knees. “A good girl keeps her legs together at all times. It is time for you to learn that lesson.” She said as she shut the rear door and got into the driver seat.
“This is also a perfect opportunity for you to practice your sissy expression and demeanor. If I don’t see you smile when I look in the rearview mirror, or you drop the coin, there will be consequences.”
I debated for a second whether I should respond, but decided it would be best to acknowledge her instructions. I smiled and said “Yes, Mother” in the most girlish voice I could muster.
“Good. You realize that this is causing everyone inconvenience, so there must be mandatory consequences as well, but I think it is best to let Brenda and Matthew decide about them.
Riding in the back of the car like this felt really humiliating and embarrassing. I was glad we would go to a part of town where nobody would recognize me, although I was not happy about the purpose of our destination either.
Just a few minutes after we left Mother pulled over right across the church and got out.
“I need to have a word with Pastor Vorster, Georgie. You will wait in the car and behave like we were still driving.” She explained while she lowered the backseat window halfway down like I was a pet. I hardly dared to turn my head to watch her walking across the street and into the church.
I felt terrified that someone who knew me would walk by.
For now the footpath was empty and only occasional cars rode by. It felt like forever until the church door opened again. To my horror it was not Mother who came out, but Claire. I recognized her immediately wearing her flower print dress.
Any hope that she would not notice me was immediately crushed by her heading straight across the street towards the car.
“Hello Georgie” she cooed when she came up to my window.
“Hello Miss Claire” I replied.
“I just had a little talk with Eleanor, she told me you are waiting in the car, so I thought I come and say hello.” She stuck her hand through the open window like she wanted to shake mine, but I did not dare to pull my hands out under the seat belt.
Claire frowned when I didn’t respond to her gesture and I got scared because I knew how much she liked to get me in trouble, or MORE trouble.
“Mother told me to sit like this, Miss Claire” I explained sheepishly.
She looked me up and down and said: “I see” then she put her outstretched hand in front of my face instead. “I suppose you can greet me like this then.”
I gave her a little kiss on the hand and she smiled
“So, you are not allowed to move, are you Georgie?” She said, while she walked over to the other side of the footpath to pick up some dried rose hips that had fallen from a bush.
“I believe Eleanor has big plans for you. I heard her offer to Pastor Vorster that you would give the church a deep clean before you prepare it for the wedding all by yourself.”
She said, while she came back to the car, cracking open the rose hips.
“Oh, there she comes now. I am sure she will tell you all about it herself.”
She reached in and quickly dumped the seeds from inside the pods down the back of my neck. I felt a itching sensation almost immediately.
“Enjoy the ride, Georgie.” she laughed and jiggled my collar to make them drop down even further. She walked away down the footpath while Mother approached from the other side of the car.
“Why are you are not smiling Georgie? Do you need the cane already to remind you about what you have just been told?”
“No Mother, I am sorry Mother.” I tried to smile, despite the growing itch down my back.
“You will be even more sorry if you continue to object to my suggestions.”
“I understand, Mother”
“We will see about that! Do you need the cane Georgie?”
“Yes Mother.”
“Good girl, now sit still and smile!”
It was sheer torture to remain motionless in my seat, while mother was driving us to Newtown. The urge to scratch myself was overwhelming, but I could not even ask for permission to do that.
“What do you think should be the minimum amount of cane-strokes for a single offense, Georgie?” she asked eventually.
I wanted to say two or three, but I was scared that she would get angry at me for not suggesting enough.
“...Maybe five, Mother?”
“Five is a nice amount Georgie. Let’s add one stroke for good measure and call it a single helping.”
“Yes, Mother”
“Ask me for a helping”
“May I please have a helping of the cane, Mother?”
“Very good, Georgie. From now on, whenever I offer the cane you will always ask nicely for a helping. That is two helpings already for you. One for not smiling earlier and one you just asked for on your own, right?”
I almost forgot to smile when she said that. It felt so unfair, I had not done anything wrong this time.
“Yes, Mother”
“Good girl”
We drove the rest of the way in silence.
When we arrived at the mall, Mother checked for the coin between my knees before she unbuckled the seatbelt. I thought it was a miracle that I had not dropped it.
“You will follow behind me in silence. Your head bowed and your eyes cast firmly at the back of my heels. You will hold your clutch with both hands in front of your tummy.”
“Yes Mother” We walked through the mall and I felt like the feminine walking sounds from the hard soles of my mary jane shoes on the tiled floor would alert everyone to stare at me. I had no way to confirm, because I was not allowed to look up, which just added to my feeling of ridicule and embarrassment. Every random laugh or chuckle I heard was a stab into my self consciousness.
“I am going to visit this store Georgie. You will wait for me right here out in front.” She pointed at a spot right next to a sign that said “no pets allowed inside” It had a little rubber mat with a water bowl and a bar to attach a dog leash.
“Stand on the mat, with your back to the store and remember to smile.”
“Yes, Mother”
It wasn’t the store Mother wanted to take me to, I had no idea how long she would spend inside it. I wanted to scratch my back so badly, but the shop had a glass front and facing away from it I could not tell if Mother was watching from inside or not.
Now I was able to see the people staring at me. Some smiling and giggling, some making a frown and shaking their head, little girls pointing at me while being pulled along by their mothers and a group of teenage girls whispering among each other before bursting into laughter.
It was incredibly humiliating. They sat down on a bench on the opposite side and kept laughing and giggling.
“Come along” Was all Mother had to say once she returned from the store. The girls burst into laughter as I followed behind her like an obedient puppy.
Once we arrived at the dreaded shop, I was almost glad that I could get out of the public view, even though I did not expect anything good for me to happen inside.
It was a large open store. Shelves with heels and shoes, dresses and skirts, girdles and corsets, panties and bras and all sorts of leather and rubber items I didn’t even want to guess what they were for.
“Welcome to Ladies Only, Ma’am. My name is Kimberly, how may I help you?” A young woman said. She was dressed very smartly in a tight skirt and white blouse.
Mother wasted no time. “My daughter is getting married again. Her former husband failed her miserably and remains in the house as a servant to make up for his shortcomings. We need a suitable outfit for him to emphasize his inferiority when he caters to the guests at her wedding.”
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“Oh, you came to the right place, indeed.” The woman took a peek at me “..and I suppose this the girl in question?” It looks to me like you did a marvelous job with her already”
It stung when she naturally referred to me as a girl like that.
“Oh, Georgie is far from perfect” Mother replied “Why don’t you curtsey girl? Do you need the cane to remind you about your manners?”
That pulled me out of my self-pity and thankfully I remembered my latest rule right away.
“Yes Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said before I curtsied “Nice to meet you Miss Kimberly”
Mother sighed “It is his third helping already since we left the house.”
Kimberly giggled. “I like it, Miss…?”
“Falwell, Eleanor Falwell.”
“Please follow me Miss Falwell, I am sure we will find the perfect items for your…” She paused and said “I noticed she is calling you Mother?”
“A remnant from when she was married to my daughter. Thankfully there is no family relation whatsoever any more. I may have her address me in a more appropriate way one of these days, but I grew somewhat fond of it.”
“You have a kind heart Miss Falwell.” Kimberly said. “Would you care for some coffee or tea while we get Georgie ready?”
“Some tea would be lovely, dear.” Mother replied.
Kimberly snapped her fingers “Georgette!”
A sissy came rushing out from the back. She was dressed in a pink satin maids dress with lots of frills and petticoats and a frilly satin apron. Her feet in pink patent leather heels and her hair in tight blonde curls with pink ribbons.
She curtsied deep and said “Yes, Mistress Kimberly?”
“Serve some tea in the showroom and prepare this girl for a presentation.”
“Yes, Mistress Kimberly”
I followed the sissy into the back as she hurried to carry out her instructions. She led me behind a folding screen and said: “When I come back I need you to be completely undressed or we both are in trouble. Clothes, underwear shoes, everything! Please?”
She ran off before I could ask any further questions.
I was actually glad I could undress, and hurried to get it done so I would finally be able to scratch my back. There was a large mirror and I could get a good look at myself. My back was full of itching red spots from the rosehip-seeds.
Georgette came back in a surprisingly short amount of time. He saw me trying awkwardly to reach behind, he sighed and gave me a quick rub to ease my plight.
It felt so good, for the first time in ages someone did something nice for me. The petticoated hem of his dress brushed against my skin, and for some reason my member began to swell in it’s little cage.
“Isn’t that cute” A female voice said “scratching each other’s back like a pair of monkeys”
I thought at first it was Kimberly, but Georgette curtsied and said:
“I’m sorry Mistress Vivian”
Only then I noticed, that her hair and clothes were slightly different.
“Look at that!” She pointed at my groin. “I bet you are just as hard right now, aren’t you Georgette?”
Georgette remained silent, but we both blushed.
“Get dressed in the open back uniform Georgette, and you come with me.”
I followed Vivian into some sort of showroom where Mother was sitting on a couch at a coffee table with Kimberly. I was shocked when I saw that the room was only separated from the store by a glass wall. I was completely nude except for my chastity device and any customer could be looking in here at any time.
“Walk a bit for us, Georgie.” Kimberly said. “Just up and down. We want to see you move.”
“Yes, Ma’am” I replied and went down the room, not too close to the glass wall turned around and returned to my initial position.
“Nobody told you to stop!” Vivian said “Keep walking girl, and use the whole room!”
While I kept walking up and down, coming uncomfortable close to the glass wall every time, the Ladies engaged in conversation.
“She could use some practice in feminine walking” Vivian said, and Mother agreed.
“We found that a tight fitting shoe helps a great deal with taking smaller, more delicate steps. We have a special models, that squeeze the toes together into a narrow tip and have a pea-sized ball right under the heel. They are designed for punishment, so we don’t recommend them for more than a couple of hours at a time, but in a pinch they instantly improve the walk of the most reluctant of sissies into a dainty mince.”
“That sounds perfect for the wedding” Mother said.
I didn’t like to hear that, but it should get worse.
“Speaking of tight” Vivian said now “When I caught the girls touching each other in the back, I noticed a lot of slack in the chastity device that allows her to swell.”
“Georgie Grantham!” Mother cried “What have you done now? You are alone for one minute and you instantly embarrass me with your homoerotic cravings in front of these Ladies? What am I to do with you?”
That wasn’t at all what had happened. It felt so unfair how Vivian made it sound like, and knowing that trying to refute her would only get me into more trouble made me feel even worse. All I could I do now was to apologize.
“I am sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?”
“You mean three more helpings, one for each of us, don’t you Georgie? Of course you will also have to confess your shameful behavior to Brenda and Matthew.”
“Yes, Mother, of course.”
I was not looking forward to getting home.
I noticed a devious glee in Vivian’s eyes. “She could do with a tighter device” she suggested.
“It certainly was not designed with Georgie in mind, dear. I had it made for my husband. He was nothing to write home about in that department, but Georgie appears to be even smaller down there. However I am afraid we already sealed the lock permanently and there is nothing we can do about it any more.”
“Don’t say that!” Kimberly exclaimed “There is a lot that can be done about it. We offer adjustment of metal devices. We have a special set of tools that allows tightening without the need for removal.”
“That sounds excellent” Mother said “We definitely will have to make a appointment for you Georgie.”
“Oh, we can do it today” Vivian chipped in “...and no offense Ma’am, but I find these flimsy locks that come with the devices are their greatest weakness. Even if they have been sealed they are easy to cut off. I if you allow, it would be my pleasure to replace it with a sturdy stainless steel rivet free of charge.“
Mother clapped “You are two girls after my own heart!” I couldn’t remember when I had ever seen Mother so excited before. I was worried before we entered the store, but now I was devastated by the display of joy these women took in my misery.
“Come here, girl” Vivian beckoned me over, while she opened a closet on the wall next to the couch. It was equipped with an frightening array of tools and tongs the size of bolt cutters with different shaped heads.
“First things first” She said and snapped off the lock with an actual bolt cutter. “See how easy that was?” Then she inserted a bolt into the hole that held the ring around my scrotum in place and applied pressure with an oversized clamp. When she was finished it was firmly held together by a metal stud with a smooth rounded end on each side.
“Voilá” she exclaimed “We once had a desperate girl try and apply a drill to this. It slipped right off and hurt more than her pride.”
Mother laughed out loud and the Ladies joined right in. The desperation I felt when mother threw away the keys to the lock returned tenfold when I saw these women laugh over my misery and I could not help but shed a few tears.
“Oh my, the little girl cries.” Vivian said.
“Stop right now, Georgie!” Mother said “This is all for your best. You better start smiling if you know what is good for you.”
“Yes, Mother” I said, and grinned awkwardly
“Yes, keep smiling Georgie” Vivian said, while she liberally sprayed something from a can applied all over my groin. It began tingling immediately and grew into a singing burning sensation.
“This will shrivel her up nicely for the adjustments” she explained. While I fought more tears, Vivian began taking my measurements
“Why don’t we look at some of our recommendations for the wedding now?” Kimberly suggested and snapped her fingers.
This was obviously a sign for Georgette to enter. She walked down the room wearing a tight fitting black pencil dress made out of a thick black material, the long sleeves ended in white ruffles around the cuffs as did the narrow hem below her knees.
Her neck was entirely encased in a heavily starched white collar with more ruffles. The collar continued into a pinafore type apron that covered her front. The ruffled edges extended out over her shoulders and converged back into neatly criss crossed ribbons that tied into a large bow behind her back.
On her feet she was wearing black patent leather mary jane’s with a low heel and rounded toes and a nice bow across the toes that made them look like children's shoes.
“This is a original design from our Grandmother” Vivian explained “She is experienced in managing staff and has personally trained our Grandfather and Georgette into obedient servants. She believes into strict discipline and instant punishment and has designed this model with that in mind.”
“Turn around Georgette.”
The dress had a heart shaped opening in the lower back that left Georgettes buttocks exposed. A uncomfortably wide looking leather strap parted them in the middle.
“As I noticed Miss Falwell, you believe in the application of the cane, and this would allow you or any of the guests at the wedding to swiftly address the slightest offense with perfect efficiency” Kimberly explained.
“I see my dear” Mother said “I do like the general look very much and I definitely see the versatility in this design, but I am afraid there will be members of the local church present at the wedding and Georgie may not want to offend them with the display of bare buttocks. Isn’t that right Georgie?”
For once I completely agreed with Mother’s opinion “Yes, Mother” I replied, attempting to smile while trying to ignore the burning pain below that still was growing stronger.
“I apologize Miss Falwell. I should not have assumed.” Kimberly said “Of course we have the same model without the offending window.”
“Thank you my dear, I am glad you understand. We are avid church goers and well known in the parish. I am trying very hard to instill the faith into Georgie, alas it is not an easy task.”
“I hear you Miss Falwell” Vivian chimed in “To make up for our mistake, adjusting her device will be my treat. I am going to crimp it excruciatingly tight, so she won’t take any more pleasure from her sinful homoerotic cravings.”
I hated how these girls knew exactly how to talk to mother, making everything worse for me , while I had to stand there, smile and endure the pain.
“We have a type of garment that we developed especially with girls like your Georgie in mind, Miss Falwell. We call it the Cilice. I take it you are familiar with the term?” Kimberly said.
“A hairshirt?” Mother appeared genuinely surprised. Whatever they were talking about it didn’t sound comfortable.
“It is much more than that Miss Falwell. The foundation is a full body girdle lined with coarse horsehair fabric. The bottom and hip-sections are padded with bristly coconut fibers. Not only will the padding give her a lovely feminine shape, but the rough doormat like texture is perfect to keep her from sitting idle. It also keeps the sensation of a recent a spanking or caning fresh on her mind for hours. Around the waist a heavily boned corset is implemented to give her a hourglass figure, and the breast cups can be fitted with weighted breast forms to put a strain on shoulders and back. The idea behind is not only giving a girl opportunity to repent, but also experience some of the hardships women had to go through in the name of beauty.”
“It is also uncomfortably hot, especially with a neoprene uniform on top.” Vivian mentioned.
That sounded absolutely terrible, but Mother obviously saw it different.
“You are a godsend my girls, a literal godsend. This is exactly what you need Georgie. Don’t you agree?”
What else could I say but: “Yes, Mother”
“It will help you repent and deal with your sinful cravings.”
“Yes, Mother”
“This is not only for the wedding of course. I will allow you to wear it on a regular basis.”
“Y-Yes, Thank you, Mother”
“Are you hesitating Georgie?”
“N-No, Mother. I… I was just overwhelmed by your kindness.”
“Good girl, I feel like there is still hope for you yet.”
“Thank you Mother”
She turned to the girls: “How long would it take to have one ready for Georgie?”
“Fortunately Georgette and Georgie not only share the same name, but almost the exact same measurements. They are like twins” Vivian said. “We have her size in stock, we could get her fitted right now if you like Miss Falwell.”
“Fantastic!” Mother exclaimed “We would like that very much, don’t we Georgie?”
“Yes, Mother”
Vivian snapped her fingers. “Georgette, fetch a cilice and a neoprene uniform for your little girlfriend here, while I take care of her chastity.”
“Why don’t I show you the rest of the shop in the meantime Miss Falwell? You may want to pick some shoes or other accessories.” Kimberly said.
While Mother left with Kimberly, Vivian used some of the scary pliers and tools to snip out some segments from the metal rings on my chastity to reduce them in diameter by pushing the ends together and fusing them again with other tools. She even shortened it a bit by removing some rings and bending the connecting rods into a new tip. Finally she reduced the diameter of the cuff around my testicles and gave the device a tighter curve to “make it easier to tuck away”
It had been a lot of pinching and chafing during the process that only added to the pain I was in. By the end my already shriveled up pen-is was so tightly confined that it appeared to be bulging under the rings.
“Not much bigger than a thumb now, is it?” Vivian said, as she flicked it with her finger. “Just like it should be”
In the meantime Georgette had fetched the ordered items and now she helped Vivian getting me into the dreadful girdle.
I could feel the rough itching sensation immediately as I stepped into it. It would cause a constant feeling of discomfort that was impossible to ignore, especially since the fabric didn’t appear to breathe and the sweating would only cause the itching to increase.
Vivian made sure my device was completely tucked away between my legs and then continued to lace the corset part very tight and stuffed the breast cups with heavy pads that had a rough texture.
A pair of white cotton stockings lined with the same coarse material, clipped to garters on the girdle.
The fabric of the dress was very thick and added to the stuffiness of the girdle. The collar wrapped snug around my entire neck and the tight skirt restricted my steps. Walking felt stiff and awkward, even before Vivian squeezed my feet into a small pair of shoes that made every step feel like my toes were being pushed into a funnel.
Just when I was dressed Mother returned with Kimberly. She was over the moon when she saw me.
“You look perfect Georgie. Brenda and Matthew will be delighted to see you. Aren’t you happy we came here?” It stung when I was reminded about that I would serve at Brenda's wedding to Matthew. I still loved her and I hated thinking about that she got married to this man.
“Yes, Mother”
She stepped closer and removed my earrings “I got you something from the shop dear.” She said and showed me a pair of massive looking silver half hoops. She put them on my ears and the clips snapped shut like a mouse trap, pinching my lobes painfully. They were also very heavy and tugged on my lobes with every little move.
“Thank you Mother”
“You are welcome dear. This place is like heaven and these girls have so many wonderful ideas. Their little Georgette is trained to entertain guests with songs and tap dancing. Wouldn’t that be marvelous for the wedding?”
“Yes, Mother”
“And it will be, the girls have offered Georgette to help out with the wedding service. As much as I despise your homosexual cravings, Kimberly suggested it may eliminate every last doubt about your manhood in Brenda’s mind when she sees that you have a girlfriend. I have to agree.” The thought brought tears to my eyes again.
“I understand, Mother”
“I already signed you up with the same singing and dancing classes Georgette takes. You girls will spend some time with each other.”
“I understand, Mother”
“Good girl. Now say goodbye, we are going home.”
I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen.
“What are you looking for? Do as I say, or do you need the cane?”
“I’m sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said, realising that I would go back home dressed like I was now.
I curtsied to each of the twins “Goodbye Miss Kimberly, Goodbye Miss Vivian”
“Good, say goodbye to Georgette too”
It didn’t feel right to curtsey, so I just said: “Goodbye Georgette”
Mother had her phone ready “Why don’t you give your girlfriend a kiss?
I was shocked, and Georgette looked as surprised as I am, but when Vivian snapped her fingers and said “Georgette!” he quickly pursed his lips.
I leaned in and closed my eyes. Mother took several pictures as our lips touched.
-
“Come on girl, follow behind like I taught you” Mother said, after she said her farewells to the girls. I carried my purse and a bag with my sundays bests and other items Mother had bought for me, as we walked through the mall.
“We will have to shift some of your responsibilities with these additional classes, dear. When I talked to Pastor Vorster today I promised her you would be available for a deep cleaning of the entire church under the supervision of the Altar society before the wedding. I will not break my promise, so you will have to do it at odd hours now.”
“Yes, Mother” All I wanted right now, was to get out of the mall and home. I felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable in this outfit, I could barely pay attention to what Mother was saying.
Finally getting to the car was the most wonderful thing that happened all day to me.
Mother opened the trunk for me to put the bag inside, but when I stepped over to the backseat door, she said:
“Oh, you are not going home in the car with me Georgie. I believe you need to get a lot more comfortable with yourself in public and this is the perfect opportunity to get you accustomed to your new clothes. You will go home by yourself, dear”
Mother in law made me a sissy maid - Chapter 11
8/16/2020 19 Comments
The Wedding of Brenda and Matthew
by sissy karen
Previous Chapter: Chapter 10
It was the day before Brenda and Matthews wedding. I had been up since 5:30am busy with laundry duties and then preparing and serving everyone breakfast in bed.
Oh how I hated having to serve Brenda and Matthew breakfast in bed. Matthew would always be naked in bed and sit up showing of his well built chest. He would caress or kiss Brenda making sure to rub it in that he was the one who was intimate with Brenda now. As I brought their trays in and then poured some coffee for them Brenda said,
“I need you to drive Matthew to his hotel at about 10am Georgie, report here 5 minutes before to collect his things.”
“Yes Mistress Brenda.” I meekly replied.
As I wandered back downstairs to get Mother’s breakfast I thought that was unusual that Matthew was going to a hotel tonight. I prepared Mother’s breakfast then took it up to her. After knocking on the door I was summoned into her room. She was wearing a silky night dress that revealed a little of her cleavage. I hated the fact that I was so pent up in chastity that this woman who made my life hell and was so much older than me could make my little clitty swell in its metal prison. I averted my gaze immediately.
“You will be spending the afternoon with Mrs Von Donnersmack giving the church a deep clean. She will let you in and show you where everything else and tell you what needs to be done. Meet her there at 11am. You will wear your working maids dress.”
“Yes Mother.” I then said.
“Brenda said I had to drop Matthew off at the hotel first.”
“I knew that silly girl! Record 2 demerits in your demerit book for speaking unnecessarily and another for speaking without raising your hand and asking for permission! You will have plenty of time for both chores.”
I scolded myself internally, I was still getting used to this rule of not speaking without permission. I was only allowed to say “Yes Mother.” To acknowledge I had heard and understood a command. To say anything else I needed to raise my hand to ask permission to speak. I had to be careful when asking too. If Mother deigned that I should have already known the answer I could earn more demerits for asking an inappropriate question.
“Yes Mother.” I replied.
After I cleaned up the breakfast things I had my gruel, a porridge made of the cheapest oats, cooked in water, no milk, no sugar. It was distasteful but filling. I did a little more cleaning before it was time to get ready to leave. I reported to Brenda and Matthew’s room, picked up his suitcase and suit bag and put them in the car. I returned to the hallways and I was waiting near the door, hands on head, nose to the wall for Matthew. My compulsory position for waiting. Matthew came down with Brenda and they were talking to each other. Matthew said,
“This seems a bit silly, me having to stay at a hotel on the night before our wedding darling.”
“It’s tradition Matthew darling, the groom is not supposed to see his bride on the wedding day.”
“It’s all a bit of old wive’s tales if you ask me!”
“Come on, it will make Mother happy.”
“How can I ever last one night without making love to my beautiful woman?”
He then pushed her against the wall and started kissing her passionately. Rubbing his hands over her breasts. It was like I wasn’t even there. After a while Brenda pushed him away giggling and said,
“Awww I know it’s so hard for you Matthew”. She fondled his crotch as she said the word “hard” in her most sexy deep voice.
“One night of chastity, my poor poor Matthew.” She kissed him lightly on the face.
“I know it’s such a big ask for you, but I am sure you will get through. I will make it up on the wedding night, don’t you worry.”
As she said that Brenda was licking her lips very seductively.
It was killing me to see her act like this. I burned with jealousy and arousal. Here she was feeling sorry for Matthew for having to put up with one night without sex while I had been locked in this damn cage for over a year! What I would have given for just one of those tiny sweet kisses from Brenda. Finally Matthew said,
“OK then, just for you my sweet fiancé, come on Georgie girl let’s go.”
I followed Matthew out carrying his bags and we were soon driving to his hotel.
On the way there in the car he rubbed his crotch non stop, saying over and over how hard it was going to be for him, not to not have sex with Brenda for one whole day. How horny she made him feel and how he was going to ravish and fuc-k her so hard tomorrow night. It all just made me feel more and more jealous and sorry for myself. We arrived at the hotel and I followed behind Matthew, carrying his things up to his room. He made me iron his shirt for the wedding day before dismissing me. As I ironed he took off his pants and laid on the bed.
“Your shirt is done Sir, I have to go and clean the church now.”
“Before you go Georgie girl just come over her and kneel beside the bed.”
A feeling of fear washed over my body, what was he going to do?“
He sat up and swung around, spreading his legs either side of me, his bulging coc-k outlined by his jockey style underpants.
“See this Georgie Girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you like what you see?”
What was I to say? I fell to my default answer,
“Yes Sir.”
“I thought as much you fairy faggot. Eleanor told me about your new boyfriend.”
He was referring to Georgette from the “Ladies Only” store. I wondered who else Mother had told. He then slipped down his underpants and revealed his huge coc-k. It was a good 8 inches maybe more and very thick too.
“This is the coc-k that fuc-ks your ex wife now Georgie Girl, that pleases her like you and your tiny coc-k never did.”
The humiliation and shame burned.
“I think you need to show gratitude for this coc-k don’t you?”
I knew what I had to say,
“Yes SIr.”
“Add how are you going to do that Georgie Girl?”
I was squirming inside with shame. I hoped to all hope that my words would be enough.
“Thank you most huge coc-k of Sir Matthew for pleasing my wife.”
“I said show gratitude Georgie girl not just say it!”
He tapped his coc-k against my nose.
And then he said,
“You are going to worship my coc-k Georgie Girl with your mouth”
He tapped it a few more times against my nose, it was very hard now. I didn’t want to suc-k his coc-k, I had never suc-ked a man’s coc-k before and I was repulsed by the thought! I knew I wasn’t gay but more and more I was being forced to act like it. It was killing me. First having to kiss Georgette and now this! I resisted licking it and then Master Matthew started slapping my face with his big hard coc-k, back and forth over my cheeks. I just had to accept it.
“Start by licking my balls Georgie Girl, show me how much you are grateful to me!”
I slid a little lower and hesitated for a second.
“Georgie! Don’t make me tell Mother you were being disobedient!”
I was in a quandary, I was sure Mother wouldn’t approve of this gay sex act but who knows what Matthew would say. All he would have to say is I was disobedient and there would be hell to pay. I realised I had no choice and tentatively started to kiss Sir Matthews balls.
He lay his coc-k over my face as I licked. I looked up at him and he was looking at his phone. He turned it around and briefly showed me a picture of Brenda wearing a set of lacy black lingerie. It brought a memory flooding back to me. I had bought that lingerie for her not long after we married. She laughed at me when I gave it to her and told me there was no way she would ever wear that! Here she was dressing up in it and letting Matthew photograph her in it. It was a very revealing half cup bra with a pretty red lace trimming under the cups. There was a black garter belt that attached to black fishnet stockings and a very skimpy black g string. Matthew only gave me a quick glance but I was certain it was the lingerie set I had bought her all those years ago that she had refused to wear for me.
“Start licking coc-k girl, big licks up the length of the shaft.”
This was it, my coc-k suc-king virginity had been taken. I slowly and tentatively ran my tongue up his shaft. I was about halfway up when Matthew said.
“Look up Georgie ….smile”
I smiled and then the flash in the camera lit up and he took a photo of me licking his massive coc-k! I was horrified!
“Please Matthew , don’t take a photo of me!”
With that he slapped me hard across the face.
“Don’t you tell me what to do or I will show this to Mother! You better do what you are told if you know what is good for you girl! Keep licking.”
I returned to the big coc-k, my face stinging and any self respect long gone. After a while Matthew began to push his coc-k into my mouth.
“suc-k girl, suc-k like you mean it”
He continued to look at the photo of Brenda. He drove the coc-k deeper and deeper into my mouth, I could feel it pushing on my throat. I was gagging but too afraid to pull out. Luckily it wasn’t for much longer and he released his coc-k and came all over my face. I felt the warm c-um hit me on the nose cheeks and eyes. Matthew took another photo of me and started laughing hard.
“You will look like a faggot now Georgie girl!”
I got up and went to go to the bathroom.
“Uh Uh, No you don’t, stay on your knees faggot! If you ever disobey me I will be showing these pics to Mother so guess who is going to be my fluff on the side whenever Brenda isn’t in the mood. I call you, you come understand?”
“Yes Sir.” I knelt there feeling the c-um dribble down my face.
“May I wash my face now Sir?”
“No, you’re not using my bathroom. You can piss off and start getting the church clean.”
“Yes SIr.”
Just then Sir Matthew’s phone rang, it was Mother. I heard Matthew say,
“Georgie is late is he? He should be there soon , he left 10 minutes ago.”
As he said that he waved me out the door.
I was going to be in more trouble.
-
As I walked out of the hotel, I was trying to wipe the c-um off my face. I had to walk past a few people and tried to hide my face from them. I felt so humiliated. I felt so used. I had never done that to a man before. I knew I wasn’t gay but I couldn’t deny getting aroused, my coc-k straining in its cage. Surely it was just the chastity. My head was spinning with doubt and anxiety. I saw a clock in the lobby it was already 11:05 and it was a 15 minute drive to the church. To make matters worse Matthew told Mother I had left 10 minutes ago so they would be expecting me any minute, There would be hell to pay for keeping Mrs Von Donnersmack waiting.
I pulled up out the front of the church and there was Mrs Von Donnersmack with Miss ClaireVon Donnersmack too. Both were looking mighty angry. Miss Von Donnersmack with her hands on hips.
“Where the hell have you been and it looks like you haven't cleaned your face!”
I squirmed in embarrassment and fear, I thought I had wiped all of Sir Matthews c-um off my face. I hope she didn’t notice what it was.
“Hand me your demerit book Georgie.”
“Sorry Mrs Von Donnersmack I left it in the car.”
“Well, get it NOW!” She was screaming.
I quickly ran to get my demerit book. I handed it to her and she started writing in it.
“Well, I have things to do today, which I am now going to be late for thanks to you. Claire has kindly agreed to supervise your cleaning duties. I hope for your sake Georgie you do a good job! Goodbye!”
She gave Claire (or as I had to call her Miss Von Donnersmack) the demerit book and a kiss and then left.
“Bye Mother.”
“Goodbye Mrs Donnersmack.”
“Follow me Georgie” said Miss Von Donnersmack.
I walked behind Miss Von Donnersmack and couldn’t help appreciate her perfectly shaped bottom. My mind had been conditioned now with fear and I immediately averted my gaze. Mothers strict training was working.
The church looked pretty clean from what I could see, I thought this shouldn’t take too long. How wrong I could be! Miss Von Donnersmack led me through the church and around through the vestry to the utility room. She ordered me to get some rags, a window cleaner, wood polish, glass cleaner and a ladder.We returned to the church.
“First job Georgie is the windows. First clean with the window cleaner and rag and then with the squeegee, they are to be perfect, no streaks , no marks nothing understand?”
Her voice was immediately very bossy, she was a natural.
Start with the feature window behind the altar then work your around inside and then outside.
“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack”
It was a huge job, the feature window was stained glass and was about 20 metres high and 10 metres wide. Being stained glass it was harder to notice any dirty marks but the lead that marked of the different coloured areas meant it was not a smooth surface and not easily squeegeed. This was going to take a while.
“I am putting a timer on you Georgie. You have two and a half hours to finish the windows. It is 11:30 am now, I will be back at 2pm hours to inspect.” With that she walked out of the church. There would be no lunch break for me.
Besides the stained glass feature window behind the altar there were 6 large windows that had to be cleaned inside and out. That gave me a little over 10 minutes on each window surface! I would have to hurry. For the next 2 and a half hours I worked as hard and as fast as I could. When I changed windows, I would quickly climb down and run with the ladder to the next window. It was often hard to know if a stain was on the side you were cleaning or the other side and I would over compensate and rub harder to make sure. I was just starting on the last window and looked at the clock it was 1:55pm. I wasn’t going to finish in time. I then heard the sounds of two young women talking, I looked down and it was Miss Von Donnersmack and another girl with her who I didn’t know. She looked a bit older than Miss Von Donnersmack and very street smart and tough. She was wearing a tight fitting singlet top, which displayed some ample cleavage, tight denim shorts with those fashionable rips in them and a back the front baseball cap suppressed her frizzy black hair that spilled out behind. She also had two nose piercings. She had strong muscular arms and taut legs. She was wearing a pair of black heeled boots too. She looked a world apart from the straight laced Miss Von Donnersmack.
I kept working at the window as fast as I could but before I could finish it I heard Miss Von Donnersmack call out.
“Times up Georgie, get down her now!”
“Please Mis von Donnersmack I am nearly finished.”
“Don’t talk back to me, get down here now! There will be consequences for back chat!”
“Oh shit” more trouble I thought to myself and scurried down the ladder.
I stood before the two girls nervously.
“This is my friend Thalia Georgie, you will call her Ms Thalia understood?”
“Yes Miss von Donnersmack, Hello Ms Thalia.”
Ms Thalia ignored me but said to Claire.
“So this is the faggot you were talking about Claire, Ha! Pathetic!”
The sneering way she said “faggot” made my skin crawl.
“Can I see his cage Claire?”
“Show Thalia your cage Georgie!”
I hesitated, surely she wasn’t serious? We were in a church for goodness sake and I had never met this girl Thalia before.
“But Miss Von Donnersmack, please, not here….”
With that Ms Thalia slapped me across my face.
“Claire said show me your cage, so show me faggot!”
Her voice was aggressive, threatening.
“You don’t want me to tell your Mother in law you were disobedient Georgie.” said Miss Von Donnersmack.
My feeble resistance melted, I pulled up my dress and lowered my panties, revealing my cage enclosed coc-k. Thalia began laughing.
“That is so messed up! Ha Ha! He really he can’t get it off!”
She then pulled at my coc-k cage hard, hurting me. I cried out and she just laughed harder.
“Please stop it Ms Thalia.”
“Don’t tell me what to do sissy fag! Or Claire will tell your Mummy how naughty you are!”
They both laughed harder. I was awash with shame and humiliation.
She yanked my cage again upwards hard, then pulled it down. I cried out again.
As she pulled it, Ms Thalia said, “Now repeat after me….I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k mens coc-ks.”
“W,w,w,wwhat?” I said mumbling in disbelief. She then slapped me hard across the face.
“Say it faggot!” she raised her voice threateningly. My face was stinging
“I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k mens coc-ks.”
“Say it again, louder this time fag”
This was so cruel, I could hear Miss Von Donnersmack giggling but couldn’t stop thinking about the earlier incident with Matthew.
“I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k Men’s coc-ks.”
They were both shrieking with laughter now. Ms Thalia then yanked down hard on my chastity cage.
Then she let go, stepped back and kicked me in my balls, I yelled out loudly and collapsed on the floor in agony.
The two girls were laughing hysterically now
Miss Von Donnersmack then said.
“Get up Georgie! We have to punish it now Thalia, It didn’t finish the windows in time.”
The two sadistic bitches laughed and smiled, they were enjoying this.
“What shall we do to punish him Thalia?”
“You mean punish HER!”
There was more cruel laughter at my expense.
Thalia then said, “I think 3 more kicks to its balls.”
“Please No, I beg MsThalia.” I was desperate not to experience that again but I got no mercy from Ms Thalia, she said,
“Shut up fag, now spread your legs and get you hands behind your head.”
I did as I was told and stood there shaking in nervous fear and anticipation. All my instincts wanted to cover my balls and protect them, it was like overcoming a magnetic force to get my hands back behind my head. Somehow I did it. I watched Thalia swing her foot back and then land another cruel kick right in my balls, forcing the caged coc-k to push up. I cried out in absolute agony and fell again lying on he floor. Curled up in excruciating pain.
“Get up fag, hands behind your head now!” Ms Thalia hissed at me. She gave me no time to recover.
My balls were killing me, I was weak in the knees, sweat pouring off my face. I felt sick and overcome with fear. But somehow I found the strength to obey and forced myself back up and into position. Ms Thalia had a smile of pure evil on her face. I was overcome with fearful dread. Then kick!
“Ahhhhh” I was floored again, the pain on top of the pain excruciating.Buckled up and clasping my crotch. I could feel tears roll down my cheek.
“Look, it’s crying!” said Ms Thalia.
“His mother in law is always saying how much of a cry baby he is. That is why she dresses him up in girls clothes, isn’t it Georgie?”
I was in too much pain to reply, sobbing on the floor.
“Answer her faggot or there will be an extra kick.”
“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I managed to say through my tears.
“Yes what?” barked Ms Thalia
“Mother says I am a cry baby and have to wear girls clothes.”
They were laughing so much now, both of these cruel bitches revelling in my torment.
“One more to go now, get up you pathetic fairy.”
“Please Ms Thalia….Please…I don’t think I can take it….”
I was begging through my tears.
“Cut the snivelling and get in position, NOW!”
This girl was cruelty personified, she had no mercy in her soul. I forced myself into position for the final kick. She raised her leg back and then stopped the kick just before it would have hit me. Nevertheless I was so on edge, I cried out and fell down again just from the anticipation. I was so scared now and on edge.
The girls of course found this so amusing. There were three more “dummy” kicks before she landed the final blow. Once more sending me into the heights of the most intense awful pain. I felt sick to my stomach and was genuinely crying now. I was a total wreck curled up on the floor. I had never known pain like this. This girl was a right bitch. After a moment Miss Von Donnersmack said,
“Right Georgie, next job is to polish all the pews and then wash all the floors. There is a bucket with a sponge it up the back of the church. Work your way from the front back to the back doors. You have till 6pm to finish it.”
“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I replied gingerly. I saw the bucket in the distance and noticed there was no mop.
“Where is the mop Miss Von Donnersmack?”
“You can’t clean a floor properly with a mop Georgie, there is a sponge in the bucket, you will be doing it on your hands and knees. Make sure you get under the pews and don’t miss an inch or I will have to report you to Mrs Falwell.”
She had to be kidding! The Church was so large. Cleaning a kitchen on hands and knees was a big job but all of the church? This would be a misery, especially with my aching balls.
“I will be back at 6pm and you better be finished Georgie if you know what’s good for you.”
“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.”
The two girls turned around to walk out, then Miss Von Donnersmack turned back and whispered to me.
“Don’t you dare tell my mother that Thalia was here or you will pay dearly!”
Here tone was threatening.
“No Miss Von Donnersmack.”
For the next four hours I slaved away, worried I wouldn’t have time to complete the tasks. I deduced from the warning that Mrs Von Donnersmack did not approve of Thalia and Miss Von Donnersmack may be in trouble if she found out. I was so angry at the two girls I tried to think of a way to help Mrs Von Donnersmack find out but I came to my senses. Those sort of ideas would only bad for me.
At 5:55pm, I was just finishing the last part of the floor near the back doors. I was exhausted and starving, I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. My back hurt, my knees hurt, my hand hurt from all the scrubbing. My balls still ached from the brutal kicking too.
Miss Von Donnersmack returned and a few moments later Mrs Von Donnersmack and Pastor Vorster arrived. They all greeted each other but ignored me as I finished the part of the floor. They walked through the church inspecting my work. I was surprised by the next thing I heard. It was Pastor Vorster speaking,
“You have done a brilliant job Claire, the church looks in tip top condition. I can’t believe how much lighter it is with windows so clean, normally you wouldn’t be able to see in here without lights at this time.”
Why was Miss Von Donnersmack being praised I thought to myself? Then Mrs Von Donnersmack said,
“Yes, I am very proud of her for giving up a Friday of her holiday to supervise the cleaning of the church for the wedding, I am sure it wasn’t easy keeping Georgie focussed.”
I had been slaving all day and Miss Von Donnersmack was getting the praise for the way she kept me focussed! Pastor Vorster then said.
“You are a natural born leader I think Claire, I can see you as a future CEO of a large company if you can get this sort of work out of those in your charge. And to give up a day of your holiday, so unselfish. I am sure Mrs Falwell will be very grateful to you.”
To give up a day! She was only here for a few minutes at the start to tell me what to do, came back with Thalia to punish me and then I didn’t see her again until 5 minutes ago!
Pastor Vorster then said,
“I saw Thalia Jackson as I was driving back, a few blocks from here. I can’t believe how much she has changed!” Mrs Von Donnersmack then said,
“It is such a shame, she came from a good family but has completely gone off the rails. The way she dresses is disgraceful and the way she speaks too, always swearing. I have forbidden Claire from seeing her. They used to be such good friends.”
“We should pray for her” said Pastor Vorster.
It was all making sense now. That is why Miss Von Donnersmack had warned me not to say anything. I looked up at her and she stared back. If looks could kill I would have died that very moment. I kept quiet. Mrs Von Donnersmack then said to Miss Von Donnersmack.
“Did you have to record any infractions in Georgie’s demerit book Claire?”
“Yes, Mother, I sure did. She was too slow cleaning the windows, I gave her ample time but she took too long. I popped out to have a lunch and when I came back I caught her lying down having a rest! She back chatted on three occasions too. She also missed a patch of the floor under one of the pews. I have put it all in the book”
Pastor Vorster said,
“Eleanor will be deal with that when Georgie gets home, it is good to see you so vigilant and thorough correcting her Claire, I am impressed with your management skills. I will talk to Eleanor, I think it would be good for your development if you were involved in Georgie’s consequences too.”
“I’d be more than happy to Pastor Vorster.” piped up Miss Von Donnersmack enthusiastically.
“You are such an impressive young lady Claire, I can see a great career in management for you. A natural born leader. Honestly I have never seen the church cleaner and looking better because of your fine management skills.”
Pastor Vorster then turned to Mrs Von Donnersmack and said,
“Claire is part of the next generation of strong young female leaders in society, you have done very well raising her,”
“Thank you Pastor,” said Mrs Von Donnersmack.
I couldn’t believe it! I had been slaving away all day, Miss Von Donnersmack had done hardly anything! She set me to work then set off for the day, probably just hanging out with Ms Thalia, She came back for about 15 minutes to humiliate and hurt me and that was it. Now she was getting all the credit for all the work I had done and I was going to get more punishment when I got home. I was so tempted to speak up about Ms Thalia, I knew I could get Miss Von Donnersmack in a lot of trouble if she found out but my better sense got hold of me and I bit my tongue. To think I would be believed was too stupid an idea. It would end in more punishment without doubt. As usual I just suc-ked it up. Miss Von Donnersmack handed me my demerit book and dismissed me.
I arrived home and immediately heard Mother say,
“Georgie, come here immediately!”
I went into the lounge room and Mother and Brenda were sitting on the lounge together with another woman who I had not met before. Also there to my surprise was Georgette, the sissy from the “Ladies only” store who Mother now called my girlfriend. I stood before them handing my demerit book to Mother. She took it off me and for once didn’t open it.
“I will look at that later Georgie, this is Mrs Witherspoon who is doing the catering for the reception tomorrow. You know Georgette, give her a kiss.”
“Good evening Mrs Witherspoon.” I said meekly.
I walked over to Georgette and gave her a kiss on the cheek, I felt so embarrassed.
“That's not how you kiss your girlfriend Georgie, kiss her on the lips.” said Brenda.
Georgette blushed too as we kissed on the lips.
“So this is Georgie! Eleanor has told me you and Georgette have volunteered to be waitresses and general dogsbody’s for me at the wedding reception tomorrow. It makes the event much cheaper for Matthew and Brenda because I can save two casual staff wages. Now as soon as the wedding is over the two of you are to come straight to the reception. You will be dressed in these uniforms and get ready to work your little butts off!”
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Mrs Witherspoon had our waitress’s uniform on hangers. They were black dresses, with white collars and puffy short sleeves. There was a white apron tied around the waist and a little white headpiece. Luckily she said we could wear flat shoes. If any of Brenda’s friends didn’t know I was a sissy yet, they sure would know after this. Mrs Witherspoon went on.
“The first service will be pre dinner drinks and canapés. People will be gathered in the garden and you two will be walking around with plates of food and drinks. You will have champagne, wine, beer and sparkling water. If a guest wants something else you will have to get it for them as soon as possible.”
Mother then said,
“If anyone has to wait too long for a drink there will be hell to pay Georgie, understand!”
“Yes Mother.”
“Yes Mrs Falwell.”
We both replied.
Mrs Witherspoon continued,
“Then the guests will move into the main reception area and will be seated at their tables. We will have a board with everyone’s name and which table they are at, you two are to help anyone who cannot find their table. Then the first service will be entree. Normally I would have 4 waitresses for a party of 80 but as we only have the two of you, you will have to hurry. No dawdling or talking to guests understand?”
“Yes, Mrs Witherspoon” we replied in unison.
“Entree will have to then be cleared before main course is served. After main course is cleared, champagne will have to be served for the speeches and toasts. Once the bridal waltz is finished and guests are dancing, you will then serve dessert. After clearing dessert you will continue serving drinks to the end. You are going to be busy girls aren’t you?”
“Yes Mrs Witherspoon.”
Mother then spoke,
“At the church, the two of you are to greet all the guests and hand them the program on arrival.
As you hand the program you will say, “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda and Matthew are so glad you could be here today.”
Brenda then added,
“Can they say “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams and the couple is so glad you could be here to witness it.”
“Yes much better.” said Mother.
What had got into Brenda? I thought. Mother then continued,
“During the service you will stand at the back of the church for the ceremony. After the ceremony you will quickly tidy up the church, then sweep up the confetti and then hurry over to the reception hall and report to Mrs Witherspoon. Understand?”
“Yes Mother.”
“Yes Mrs Falwell.”
I raised my hand to ask a question of Mother. Before I could speak Mrs Witherspoon said,
“You have trained her so well Eleanor, needing permission to speak.”
“Thank you, and if it is a question he should know the answer to, he has learned it is better not to ask. A sissy maid should be seen and not heard I always say. All his little brain is good for is processing orders.”
The ladies had a good laugh.
“Well, what is it Georgie?”
“What am I to wear to the church Mother?”
“There obviously will not be enough time for you to change silly girl! You will be wearing the waitress uniform Mrs Witherspoon just gave you. I will record a demerit for that silly question.”
“What did I tell you…”
Again both ladies laughed.
“Now the both of you clean up the kitchen, there is some left over vegetables in the fridge. Eat them quickly, no time to heat them up then drive Georgette home. Then back home and straight to bed Georgie, you have a big day tomorrow. But before you go Georgie could you just sign this doc-ument, Brenda needs your signature before the wedding.”
I looked at the piece of paper, all it had on it was a place for name signature and date, and the same for the witness. Down the bottom of the page it said page 18. I thought that was odd and hesitated.
“Quick now.” said Mother
“You don’t want me to start reviewing your demerit book do you?”
I managed to quash my reservations and sign the doc-ument and then proceeded to forget about it.
I ate the distasteful cold mush and then the both of us cleaned up the kitchen. Mother and Brenda had made a huge mess while I was out. Georgette had already eaten so I had to ensure I ate all of the disgusting cold mess myself. As we may have been in earshot of Mother we dare not speak to each other. It was only in the car that I managed to talk to Georgette.
“How did you get roped into this Georgette?”
“Your Mother in Law invited Mistress Vivian and Mistress Kimberly to the wedding. Vivian rang your Mother in law to accept. They got talking and the next thing I knew Vivian had volunteered me to help you. She came off the phone and said,
“Good news Georgette, you have been invited to a wedding and you get to go with your girlfriend Georgie.”
At first I thought that sounded interesting but when she started laughing. She didn’t tell me anymore until she dropped me over at you Mother in laws place tonight. I soon realised it wasn’t go to be much fun! Anyway we will have to be on our best behaviour.”
“Yes, the place is going to be full of women who will not hesitate to tell Mother if we fail in any way!”
As I dropped off Georgette, he leaned over and said,
“I will do my best to help us to get us through this Georgie.”
“Thanks Georgette”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I couldn’t help myself and responded and returned the kiss. Soon we were kissing passionately. I was so starved of love and affection, I don’t know what came over me. I would never have dreamed of kissing a man before Mother took control of my life. Sexually frustrated and totally dominated, feminised and emasculated. She had changed me.
Just then the car door opened. It was Mistress Vivian!
“What have we here? the two love birds going for it. Get out now Georgette!”
She yelled at Georgette.
“Eleanor will be hearing about this. You two obviously can’t be trusted to be alone together! Go home now Georgie!”
Georgette got out of the door. I saw Mistress Vivian grab him by the earlobe and march him up the stairs. There were going to be consequences for me too. My head was spinning what had become of me?
The morning of the wedding, the house was all abuzz as Brenda was getting ready. My role was to just to serve food, fetch drinks and other things any of the ladies needed. The bridesmaids looked absolutely stunning in their magenta evening dresses. I had to go over to the church before I got to see Brenda in her bridal gown.
The greeting of the guests as they arrived at the church was an absolute nightmare of a humiliation. Especially having to say,
“Brenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams” to Brenda’s friends who knew me before Mother had taken charge of my life. The laughing and the whispered comments as they walked past were excruciating. Matthew and the groomsmen arrived early. As he walked into the church Matthew introduce me to the his groomsmen.
“So this is Brenda’s ex!”
said William, who then started to laugh. Matthew then said,
“I think my shoes could do with a last minute shine.” and handed me a handkerchief.
“I think that is a job for a maid.”
I knelt down and started cleaning his shoes. The other groomsmen laughed and then made me clean their shoes too. Matthew really new how to rub salt into my wounds of humiliation.
Then there were the ladies from the church. One of them just grabbed the program out of my hands, pursed her lips and shook her head disapprovingly before walking off. Mrs Richardson actually said,
“Brenda is so lucky to be rid of you, thank God for Eleanor who helped her see the light.”
Then Miss and Mrs Von Donnersmack walked in. Claire couldn’t help herself and after I said my obligatory greeting she said,
“I am sure Brenda is excited not only to be marrying Matthew but also to be rid of a fairy like you Georgie! You are a mistake of a man. ”
After that Georgette could see the humiliations were getting to me. Tears were forming in my eyes and he came over and put his arm around me to console me. Mrs Von Donnersmack then snapped,
“There will be none of that homosexual activity in the House of God, seperate this instant the two of you!”
We quickly separated and I knew that Mother would find out about that instant and there would be even more trouble later.
Then one of Brenda’s old friends, Amanda arrived with her husband. They had come from interstate. I hadn’t seen her since my wedding to Brenda.
“George is that you? Oh my God!”
What was I to say? AlI I could manage was a meek “yes”.
She said something to her husband who raised his eyebrows and walked into the church shaking his head. The humiliations I had to endure with this greeting job were piling one on top of the other. Any male ego I might have had left was evaporating in this public shaming.
Finally Brenda arrived. Mother was with her and would be walking her down the aisle. Brenda looked absolutely immaculate and adorable. While it may have been my prolonged chastity and denial playing tricks on my mind , she seemed even more beautiful than she did on my wedding day with her. After all that happened I still loved and adored this woman and this was breaking my heart. She didn’t even acknowledge me as she walked past.
Finally the service began and I watched the whole ceremony from he back of the Church. As Brenda said her “I do," tears welled up again. It was the last nail in the coffin of any hope I had of us ever getting back together. As the couple walked out of the church the guests started showering them with confetti. Georgette and I got stuck into cleaning up the church while the guests mingled and photo’s were taken outside the church. There was a couple of hours before the reception, the couple would be getting some professional photo’s taken in a nearby garden. We then got stuck into cleaning up the confetti. There was a bit of a breeze and it seemed to have blown the confetti everywhere. Some had blown under a table in the porch of the church. I was down on my hands and knees trying to sweep it up with a dustpan and small broom when I heard Miss Von Donnersmack laugh. I looked up and she was taking a photo of me!
“I will send you this photo Georgie. the perfect wedding souvenir for you, sweeping up the confetti from your ex wife’s wedding. In fact I am friends with Brenda on Facebook now, I think I will post it there!”
Her laughter rang in my ears and I sunk deeper into misery.
After cleaning up we rushed over the Reception Hall. Mrs Witherspoon put us to work straight away. Setting the tables, laying out glasses for the bar staff and general tidying up. The guests started arriving and Georgie and I began with the trays of drinks. We had glasses of champagne, beer and sparkling water on our trays. While most guests were happy the orders for other drinks kept coming too. Miss Von Donnersmack wanted Lemon Lime and Bitters (she was still under the legal age for drinking alcohol) and she had then knack of asking me at my most stressed out moments. Before I knew it I was running back and forth to the bar as well as re stocking my tray with drinks for the other guests. Canapés had to be served too and I was getting drink orders as people finished their first drinks. This job needed a lot more than two waitresses and was getting very stressful. I was trying to remember orders while serving canapés and inevitably I forgot one or two and had to be asked a second time. I hoped in vain it wouldn’t be reported to Mother.
Serving entree and dinner was even more stressful. A number of guests had special dietary requirements which had been catered for but of course no one told us. It meant running back to the kitchen. The service would also be interrupted by more drink orders. Miss Von Donnersmack was ordering drinks even before she was finished her last drink, I was sure just to annoy me. We were being run ragged! I have never worked so hard in my life.
As some guests consumed more alcohol they were getting louder and more demanding. I ran into Georgette in the kitchen who was looking stressed out and shaken.
“What’s up Georgette?”
“It’s that groomsmen William, he keeps groping me whenever I serve him a drink. He is disgusting, I don’t think I can put up with it anymore.”
My heart went out to Georgette. She had been roped into this unfairly. I had witnessed Miss Kimberly telling him off for forgetting a drink for someone on their table. It was awful being told off in public like this. Now he had to put up with the groping William. I told him I would start looking after the bridal table.
I returned with William's Scotch.
“Your drink SIr.”
“Oh they have sent me a new faggot, the last one spilled some drink on my shoe can you bend down and clean it off. “
I grabbed a tissue , his shoe was fine but I wiped it anyway. My crotch was now out of view, blocked by the table and he reached down and squeezed my balls hard. It took all my effort not to scream. I got up quickly. William was laughing.
“Get Robert another Scotch too faggot.”
“And make it snappy.” said the other groomsman Robert.
I could now see why Georgette was so upset. These two were obnoxious and horrible. I hurried off to get the drink.
Finally it was time for the speeches. We had to hurry to make sure everyone had champagne or an alternative for the toasts. It was a slight rest for Georgette and I, though we were on standby with champagne bottles if anyone needed a top up.
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Brenda was the last to speak. She went on an on about how wonderful Matthew is and how lucky and grateful is she is to have him. The worst bit was when she started talking about how Matthew made her realise how disastrous her last marriage was when they were working together.
It stung like a knife going through my sole.
“To realise that your husband has homosexual tendencies is an awful shock to a woman.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I felt like all eyes were turned on me. Brenda continued,
“However thanks to Mother for helping me realise my mistake and to the wonderful Pastor Vorster for helping with the annulment so I could remarry in the Church. Now while many women would have cut off their former husband if they found themselves in a situation like that, the wonderful Christian sole that Pastor Vorster is has found a way to save my wretched former husband and we have another special ceremony for you all to witness.”
What in God’s name was Brenda talking about? I was shellshocked! A special ceremony? What was she talking about? Georgette looked at me with a face of bewilderment and I lifted my shoulders expressing my own disbelief. Pastor Vorster then came to the microphone.
“Thank you Brenda, I am glad to be of help but the real hero of this situation is your wonderful mother, Eleanor Falwell who has agreed to this somewhat unusual arrangement in these modern times and to Georgie who has realised that this is the best way for him to control his evil inclinations, to live a Godly life and be a useful member of our community.”
What was she talking about? I had no idea! My stomach was churning, my heart was pounding. What was going on?
“In my biblical research I found an obscure ancient ceremony where a slave is committed to his Master for the rest of their lives and takes an oath of obedience before God. Now these days of course our society has evolved and slavery is thing of the past. But Georgie has decided of his own free will that this is the best way for him to lead a Godly life. By living his life as a slave to the wonderful Eleanor, he will have her help to control his evil inclinations. This incredible generous woman has agreed to take on this responsibility and has agreed to take him on as her slave.”
There was a murmur around the room, surprise and hushed whispers.There were murmurs of approval from many of the church ladies. The blood was draining out of my face. I must have looked a pale as a ghost. Pastor Vorster continued,
“Yesterday Georgie signed this doc-ument saying he freely surrenders all rights and everything he owns to Eleanor. He has also given Eleanor an enduring Power of Attorney, which legally gives Eleanor the power to make all decisions in Georgie’s life for the rest of his life.”
Pastor Vorster then led mother to a large chair, at the edge of the stage.
“Georgie come here and kneel before your Mother.”
I looked at Mother and she had a huge smile on her face. I gave her a look of disbelief but she ignored me. I was so used to obeying I knelt before her. Pastor Vorster went on.
“Ladies and Gentleman, Before God and our community I welcome you to this commitment ceremony of slave Georgie to his Mistress Eleanor Falwell.”
“Do you Eleanor Falwell, promise before God to look after your slave and ensure he is well nourished and clothed?”
“I do”
“Do you promise to instruct him in the ways of the Church, to ensure he works productively and diligently to the best of his ability?”
“I do”
“Do you understand that you must seek permission from your Pastor to annul this agreement?”
“I do “
“And now to you Georgie. Do you promise to obey your Mistress, without question and without hesitation at all times?”
“I do” My voice was shaky, what was I agreeing to?
“Do you promise to be diligent in your duties and strive for your best work at all times?”
“I do”
“Do you promise to remain chaste in both actions and thought at all times, so help you God?”
“I do.”
“Do you promise to love your Mistress, with all your heart, to cherish her and worship her for as long as you live?”
“I do.” I glanced up at Mother who was smiling broadly like I had never seen her smile as I promised this.
“Do you accept that you have no rights and no possessions unless granted by your Mistress.”
“I do.”
“Do you accept that you may never ask to dissolve this relationship and that you are freely agreeing to be a slave for the rest of your life”
“I do”
“Do you accept that your Mistress has the legal right to leave you to another person at any time and also in her will.”
“I do” Wow this was getting even more serious.
I hadn’t notice Miss Von Donnersmack standing nearby with a box. Pastor Vorster motioned her onto the stage. She opened the box and there was a collar inside. She took it out and handed it to Mother.
“This collar is a symbol of your ownership of the slave Georgie, please place it around his neck and lock it into place."
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I felt the cold steel collar go around my neck. It fitted perfectly. She then clasped the lock shut.
“I now announce you Mistress and slave before God. From now on you will take Eleanor’s surname Georgie. You are now known as Slave Georgie Falwell……..”
The End
(I found this story a few years ago and wow, it’s one I keep going back to. I think it’s the BEST Sissy Maid story ever written. Although I don’t write it, I would love to hear what you guys thought about it).