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Active Sissy Stories / Re: A very angry wife
« Last post by mommasboy on February 20, 2025, 11:41:28 PM »
Please more. And please continue the tone along these lines. It's great
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: (Repost) Mother in Law made me a Sissy Maid by Sissy Karen
« Last post by Sissy Ballerina Boy on February 17, 2025, 10:34:44 AM »
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.”
“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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on February 16, 2025, 10:58:37 AM »
You are so welcome and thank you for your kind words. I thoroughly enjoyed your story and it's nice to know that in some small way that "A Sissy is Born" inspired elements of your story and it has encouraged me to work on completing my story. All I need to do now is tame the tremors in my right arm and we're cookin'.
Best of luck as you work through the challenges of life and look forward to reading more. I just love the early chapters of your story where David is zipped into his “sissy salon sack” and securely strapped in to get his hair curled and full sissy makeover done!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: (Repost) Mother in Law made me a Sissy Maid by Sissy Karen
« Last post by Sissy Ballerina Boy on February 14, 2025, 12:59:48 PM »
“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!”
(Image by Ami Mercury ( " at " ) OrcGirlComic)
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….
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!”
(Image by Ami Mercury ( " at " ) OrcGirlComic)
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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: A very angry wife
« Last post by Princess PowderPuff on February 14, 2025, 07:09:30 AM »
I really like the direction this story is going. I can't wait to see what she has in store for hubby.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by rrr5sg on February 13, 2025, 01:41:32 PM »
Thank you so much for the story.
I really enjoied the phase of sissy boy wearing bow tie and apron.
I will be so glad if there will be a story where sporty boy football player slowly turning by his mommy to weak sissy. Forst from tshirts and jeans to dressy shirts buttoned up to the top and dressy shorts. The. The shorts become ahorter and dressier and more infant style. The shirt get puffy sleeve and necktie is added. Less grown up actovities the. Nexktie replaced by bow and hairboq is added etc.
Also the addition of another boy that pass the same events and reluctantly dressing up his friend is great.
I wish i had timw to write it myself but the events now in my life.prevents me....
I really enjoied the phase of sissy boy wearing bow tie and apron.
I will be so glad if there will be a story where sporty boy football player slowly turning by his mommy to weak sissy. Forst from tshirts and jeans to dressy shirts buttoned up to the top and dressy shorts. The. The shorts become ahorter and dressier and more infant style. The shirt get puffy sleeve and necktie is added. Less grown up actovities the. Nexktie replaced by bow and hairboq is added etc.
Also the addition of another boy that pass the same events and reluctantly dressing up his friend is great.
I wish i had timw to write it myself but the events now in my life.prevents me....
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by Princess PowderPuff on February 13, 2025, 03:04:06 AM »
Thank you gunrunner, Norm43 and the handful of others who left encouraging comments. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
I also want to give a special shout out to Princess PowderPuff for your wonderful story “A Sissy is Born.” There are certainly elements in Jamie’s story that were inspired by that. Thank you for sharing!
And to gunrunner: While this story is indeed over, I'm always open to revisiting characters if I can think of something interesting to do with them... or to them!
Thanks again and Happy New Year!
You are so welcome and thank you for your kind words. I thoroughly enjoyed your story and it's nice to know that in some small way that "A Sissy is Born" inspired elements of your story and it has encouraged me to work on completing my story. All I need to do now is tame the tremors in my right arm and we're cookin'.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: A very angry wife
« Last post by naughty baby hubby on February 10, 2025, 07:51:38 AM »
The High Street, once a familiar thoroughfare, now felt like a stage for Arthur's public humiliation. Each step he took, each glance from a passerby, felt like a judgment, a confirmation of his guilt. He shuffled beside Agnes, his head bowed, the weight of his unseen transgression pressing down on him like a physical burden. He imagined the whispers, the pointed fingers, the disgust in the eyes of those who knew him, or worse, those who thought they knew him. He was a hollow shell, a man stripped bare not just of his dignity, but of his very sense of self.
Agnes, on the other hand, moved with a newfound purpose. Her stride was confident, her shoulders back, her gaze fixed on the distance. The High Street, once a place of shared experience with Arthur, was now hers alone. She felt a surge of power, a sense of reclaiming what he had stolen from her – her peace of mind, her sense of security, her very autonomy. The encounter with their acquaintances had been a calculated move, a subtle demonstration of her power. She had seen the fear in Arthur's eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly, and it had fueled her resolve. This was just the beginning.
The walk back to the house was a silent procession. Arthur, consumed by his fear and the anticipation of Agnes's next move, barely registered his surroundings. He was trapped in a vortex of dread, each tick of the clock amplifying his anxiety. He knew Agnes was planning something. He could feel it in the way she held herself, in the almost imperceptible smirk that played on her lips. He had violated her trust, invaded her privacy, and now, he was at her mercy. And Agnes, he knew, was not known for her mercy.
As they reached the front door, Agnes paused, turning to face Arthur. Her eyes, once filled with warmth and affection, were now cold and calculating. "Go inside," she said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. "And take a shower."
Arthur didn't argue. He simply nodded and slipped inside, the click of the closing door echoing behind him like a prison sentence. He climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavy with foreboding. He entered the bathroom, the familiar space suddenly feeling alien and hostile. He turned on the shower, the rush of water a stark contrast to the silence that had filled the house just moments before. As the water cascaded over him, he tried to wash away the shame, the fear, the guilt. But it was no use. These were stains that ran deeper than the surface of his skin.
Meanwhile, Agnes moved with a deliberate purpose. She went to their bedroom, the room that had once been a sanctuary, now a battleground. She opened the wardrobe, her gaze falling on Arthur's clothes. His neatly arranged shirts, his carefully chosen trousers, his comfortable sweaters – all symbols of the life he had so carelessly jeopardized. She felt a surge of anger, a burning resentment that threatened to consume her. These clothes, these outward signs of respectability, were a facade, a mask that hid the darkness within.
She began to systematically remove his clothes from the hangers, one by one. Each garment she touched felt contaminated, tainted by his actions. She balled up his shirts, his trousers, his underwear, and stuffed them into large black plastic bags. The rustling of the plastic was the only sound in the room, a stark soundtrack to her actions. She worked quickly and efficiently, her movements precise and determined. There was no hesitation, no remorse. This was not an act of revenge, she told herself. This was justice.
Once the bags were full, she dragged them out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and through the back door into the garden. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lawn, illuminating the bonfire that Arthur had built just days before, a symbol of happier times. Now, it was to serve a different purpose.
Agnes heaved the bags onto the growing pile of wood, the weight of them a physical manifestation of the burden Arthur had placed upon her. She didn't hesitate. She reached for the lighter, her hand steady, her gaze unwavering. The flames licked at the plastic, the black bags quickly succ-umbing to the fire's embrace. As the smoke billowed upwards, carrying with it the remnants of Arthur's former life, Agnes felt a sense of release, a purging of the pain and betrayal she had endured.
Back inside the house, Arthur finished his shower. He reached for his towel, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower, his eyes falling on the empty space where his clothes should have been. He looked around the bathroom, a growing sense of unease creeping over him. His clothes were gone.
He opened the bathroom door cautiously, peering into the hallway. The house was silent, eerily so. He could hear the faint crackling of the fire outside, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. He wrapped the towel tighter around him and ventured out into the hallway, his bare feet padding softly on the carpet.
He found Agnes in the bedroom, standing by the open drawer of her dresser. She didn't turn to face him. She simply reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of American tan, one-size-fits-all tights. She turned and held them out to him, her expression unreadable.
Arthur stared at the tights, his confusion slowly turning to dread. "What are these?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Your new clothes," Agnes replied, her voice flat and emotionless. "Put them on."
Arthur hesitated, his mind racing. He knew what this meant. This was not just about depriving him of his clothes. This was about stripping him of his dignity, his masculinity, his very identity. He was being reduced to something less than a man, a prisoner in his own home, forced to wear the clothes of a woman.
"I'm not wearing those," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Agnes's gaze hardened. "You don't have a choice," she said. "Put them on. Now."
Arthur stood his ground, his fear momentarily overshadowed by a surge of defiance. "No," he said, his voice stronger this time. "I won't."
Agnes took a step closer to him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Don't you dare defy me," she hissed. "You have no right to refuse. You forfeited that right the moment you betrayed me."
Arthur knew she was right. He had no leverage, no power. He was completely at her mercy. He looked at the tights in her hand, then back at Agnes's face. He saw the determination in her eyes, the cold resolve that brooked no argument. He knew he couldn't win.
He took the tights from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. Her touch sent a shiver through him, not a shiver of desire, but a shiver of fear. He retreated to the bathroom, his head bowed in defeat. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his heart pounding in his chest.
He looked at the tights in his hand, the stretchy fabric feeling alien and uncomfortable. He knew this was more than just a symbolic gesture. This was a humiliation, a punishment, a mark of his transgression. He was being stripped bare, not just of his clothes, but of his very essence.
He took a deep breath and began to pull on the tights, the nylon clinging to his damp skin. The sensation was strange and unsettling, the tight fabric constricting his movements. He felt exposed, vulnerable, emasculated.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection a stranger. The man staring back at him was not the man he knew. He was a shadow of his former self, a man reduced to his most basic elements. He was a prisoner in his own skin, trapped in the confines of the tights, a symbol of his shame.
He emerged from the bathroom, his head still bowed. Agnes was waiting for him in the bedroom, her expression unchanged. She looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on the tights. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips.
"Now," she said, her voice soft but firm. "We have much to discuss."
Arthur didn't reply. He simply nodded and followed her to the bed, where she sat down, her posture regal, her demeanor commanding. He sat beside her, his body stiff and uncomfortable in the tights. He felt exposed, vulnerable, like a specimen under her microscope.
Agnes began to speak, her voice low and measured. She outlined the new rules of the house, the new order of things. Arthur was no longer an equal partner. He was a subordinate, a prisoner, subject to her every whim. He was to be confined to the house, his movements restricted, his freedom curtailed. He was to obey her every command, no questions asked.
Arthur listened in silence, his head bowed, his gaze fixed on the floor. He didn't argue, he didn't protest. He knew he had no right. He had forfeited his right to speak, his right to choose, his right to even exist as
Agnes, on the other hand, moved with a newfound purpose. Her stride was confident, her shoulders back, her gaze fixed on the distance. The High Street, once a place of shared experience with Arthur, was now hers alone. She felt a surge of power, a sense of reclaiming what he had stolen from her – her peace of mind, her sense of security, her very autonomy. The encounter with their acquaintances had been a calculated move, a subtle demonstration of her power. She had seen the fear in Arthur's eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly, and it had fueled her resolve. This was just the beginning.
The walk back to the house was a silent procession. Arthur, consumed by his fear and the anticipation of Agnes's next move, barely registered his surroundings. He was trapped in a vortex of dread, each tick of the clock amplifying his anxiety. He knew Agnes was planning something. He could feel it in the way she held herself, in the almost imperceptible smirk that played on her lips. He had violated her trust, invaded her privacy, and now, he was at her mercy. And Agnes, he knew, was not known for her mercy.
As they reached the front door, Agnes paused, turning to face Arthur. Her eyes, once filled with warmth and affection, were now cold and calculating. "Go inside," she said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. "And take a shower."
Arthur didn't argue. He simply nodded and slipped inside, the click of the closing door echoing behind him like a prison sentence. He climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavy with foreboding. He entered the bathroom, the familiar space suddenly feeling alien and hostile. He turned on the shower, the rush of water a stark contrast to the silence that had filled the house just moments before. As the water cascaded over him, he tried to wash away the shame, the fear, the guilt. But it was no use. These were stains that ran deeper than the surface of his skin.
Meanwhile, Agnes moved with a deliberate purpose. She went to their bedroom, the room that had once been a sanctuary, now a battleground. She opened the wardrobe, her gaze falling on Arthur's clothes. His neatly arranged shirts, his carefully chosen trousers, his comfortable sweaters – all symbols of the life he had so carelessly jeopardized. She felt a surge of anger, a burning resentment that threatened to consume her. These clothes, these outward signs of respectability, were a facade, a mask that hid the darkness within.
She began to systematically remove his clothes from the hangers, one by one. Each garment she touched felt contaminated, tainted by his actions. She balled up his shirts, his trousers, his underwear, and stuffed them into large black plastic bags. The rustling of the plastic was the only sound in the room, a stark soundtrack to her actions. She worked quickly and efficiently, her movements precise and determined. There was no hesitation, no remorse. This was not an act of revenge, she told herself. This was justice.
Once the bags were full, she dragged them out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and through the back door into the garden. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lawn, illuminating the bonfire that Arthur had built just days before, a symbol of happier times. Now, it was to serve a different purpose.
Agnes heaved the bags onto the growing pile of wood, the weight of them a physical manifestation of the burden Arthur had placed upon her. She didn't hesitate. She reached for the lighter, her hand steady, her gaze unwavering. The flames licked at the plastic, the black bags quickly succ-umbing to the fire's embrace. As the smoke billowed upwards, carrying with it the remnants of Arthur's former life, Agnes felt a sense of release, a purging of the pain and betrayal she had endured.
Back inside the house, Arthur finished his shower. He reached for his towel, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower, his eyes falling on the empty space where his clothes should have been. He looked around the bathroom, a growing sense of unease creeping over him. His clothes were gone.
He opened the bathroom door cautiously, peering into the hallway. The house was silent, eerily so. He could hear the faint crackling of the fire outside, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. He wrapped the towel tighter around him and ventured out into the hallway, his bare feet padding softly on the carpet.
He found Agnes in the bedroom, standing by the open drawer of her dresser. She didn't turn to face him. She simply reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of American tan, one-size-fits-all tights. She turned and held them out to him, her expression unreadable.
Arthur stared at the tights, his confusion slowly turning to dread. "What are these?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Your new clothes," Agnes replied, her voice flat and emotionless. "Put them on."
Arthur hesitated, his mind racing. He knew what this meant. This was not just about depriving him of his clothes. This was about stripping him of his dignity, his masculinity, his very identity. He was being reduced to something less than a man, a prisoner in his own home, forced to wear the clothes of a woman.
"I'm not wearing those," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Agnes's gaze hardened. "You don't have a choice," she said. "Put them on. Now."
Arthur stood his ground, his fear momentarily overshadowed by a surge of defiance. "No," he said, his voice stronger this time. "I won't."
Agnes took a step closer to him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Don't you dare defy me," she hissed. "You have no right to refuse. You forfeited that right the moment you betrayed me."
Arthur knew she was right. He had no leverage, no power. He was completely at her mercy. He looked at the tights in her hand, then back at Agnes's face. He saw the determination in her eyes, the cold resolve that brooked no argument. He knew he couldn't win.
He took the tights from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. Her touch sent a shiver through him, not a shiver of desire, but a shiver of fear. He retreated to the bathroom, his head bowed in defeat. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his heart pounding in his chest.
He looked at the tights in his hand, the stretchy fabric feeling alien and uncomfortable. He knew this was more than just a symbolic gesture. This was a humiliation, a punishment, a mark of his transgression. He was being stripped bare, not just of his clothes, but of his very essence.
He took a deep breath and began to pull on the tights, the nylon clinging to his damp skin. The sensation was strange and unsettling, the tight fabric constricting his movements. He felt exposed, vulnerable, emasculated.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection a stranger. The man staring back at him was not the man he knew. He was a shadow of his former self, a man reduced to his most basic elements. He was a prisoner in his own skin, trapped in the confines of the tights, a symbol of his shame.
He emerged from the bathroom, his head still bowed. Agnes was waiting for him in the bedroom, her expression unchanged. She looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on the tights. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips.
"Now," she said, her voice soft but firm. "We have much to discuss."
Arthur didn't reply. He simply nodded and followed her to the bed, where she sat down, her posture regal, her demeanor commanding. He sat beside her, his body stiff and uncomfortable in the tights. He felt exposed, vulnerable, like a specimen under her microscope.
Agnes began to speak, her voice low and measured. She outlined the new rules of the house, the new order of things. Arthur was no longer an equal partner. He was a subordinate, a prisoner, subject to her every whim. He was to be confined to the house, his movements restricted, his freedom curtailed. He was to obey her every command, no questions asked.
Arthur listened in silence, his head bowed, his gaze fixed on the floor. He didn't argue, he didn't protest. He knew he had no right. He had forfeited his right to speak, his right to choose, his right to even exist as
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: (Repost) Mother in Law made me a Sissy Maid by Sissy Karen
« Last post by Sissy Ballerina Boy on February 09, 2025, 08:40:00 AM »
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?”
“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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: (Repost) Mother in Law made me a Sissy Maid by Sissy Karen
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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.”
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.”
The more you give, the more I can give back.
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