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

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

As we drove out to pick Brenda and Matthew up from the airport, we were stopped at a traffic light and I could see my face in the rear vision mirror. For the first time Mother had insisted I wear make up and she had applied it herself. This was the first time I had a chance to see it.
 
The foundation had hidden a lot of the wrinkles on my face; of course my face was now super smooth after the laser therapy. There was a cute hint of pink on my cheeks where Mother had applied blush. I had light blue eye shadow, mascara and a red lipstick with a warm undertone.  I hardly recognised myself and was amazed how feminine my face looked. My eyebrows added to the feminine look after the laser treatment. Mother had said from now in public I would have to ‘put on my face’ before leaving the house. As we drove on Mother began lecturing me on how I was to behave around Matthew This wasn’t the first time she had told me but I dare not say so.
 
“It is so important Georgie that Matthew is made to feel welcome and comfortable in the house. We must make sure his every need is catered to. He cannot under any circ-umstances be made to feel the least big threatened by you. You must act as feminine as you possibly can. On greeting him you will not shake hands, you will curtsey. You will address him as ‘Sir’ in your most feminie voice just as we have practiced. You will batt your eyelids when you speak to him and bow your head submissively with that girly smile we practiced. Understand?”
 
“Yes Mother.”
 
I noticed we were getting low on petrol.
 
“Permission to speak Mother?” I said in my girly voice.
 
“Yes?”
 
“We will need some petrol soon Mother and there is a service station just up her a bit.”
 
“OK, go and fill up. Then you can have a little practice talking in your girly voice when you go to pay for the petrol.”
 
A shiver of dread ran down my spine. I had been practicing my girly voice at home with Mother but this was the first time I had to do so in public. To have to go into pay, dressed in my maids dress, face made up and now have to use my girly voice had me very worried. As I filled up the car I thought I was going to pee my panties. As I went into pay, Mother joined me and said she wanted me to also ask if they accept American Express Cards, then I had to directions to the Airport (I knew the way so it was not necessary) and finally I had to ask where the toilets were. Mother handed me her Amex card to pay and would be standing next to me evaluating my girly voice. As we walked into the shop area I cringed further when I saw the shop assistant was a man. This was going to be so humiliating. I could feel my face going red with embarrassment. I wanted to run away in that moment but one glance at Mother had me overcome my fear and I said,
 
“Do you take Amex Sir?”
 
I couldn’t believe I said Sir! I was burning with shame as I batted my eyelids like Mother trained me. A knowing smile came across the young man’s face, I just knew he realised I was a sissy.
 
“Sorry darling, all other cards are fine, do you have another card?”
 
The way he said darling made feel even more uncomfortable. I had to turn to Mother and say, still keeping my girliest voice on.
 
“Do you have another card Mother?”
 
I could see the attendant try not to laugh as Mother gave me her MasterCard. I then had to ask.
 
“What is the best way to the Airport Sir?”
 
“You are a well mannered girl calling me Sir aren’t you?”
 
I sank into deeper embarrassment.
 
“Keep heading down Alison Road, then turn left at South Dowling Street, there are plenty of signs to the Airport once you get on the expressway.
 
“Thank you Sir.”
 
I took the receipt and was about to turn away when Mother nudged me in the small of my back. I had forgotten to ask about the toilets. Mothers nudge startled me and I blurted out.
 
“Oh yes.” But I used my man voice; I quickly reverted back to girly voice.
 
“Where are the toilets Sir?”
 
He was holding back a smile as he said,
 
“Outside and around the left side, you will need the key though. Do you want the men’s or the ladies key?”
 
What was I to say? I hesitated for too long. This was awkward. If there were a woman in the women’s toilet that would be a scandal, if there were a man in the men’s that would be so humiliating. It was probably the best option though.
 
“The Men’s thank you.”
 
As he handed me the key he said laughingly,
 
“Watch out, a pretty thing like you might get into trouble in there.”
 
Luckily there was no one in the bathroom.  I quickly did a pee and then I ran the key back and handed it back to the man. Mother was still waiting in the shop. I said,
 
“Thank You Sir” as I handed the key back and turned and scurried out, wanting to get out of there as quick as I could. As we left he said with a leering smirk,
 
“Come again Sweetheart.”
 
Mother was furious when we returned the car.  She gave me a death stare that could kill a poltergeist and the steam was coming out of her ears. I was petrified.
 
“How dare you Georgie Grantham! I saw you flirting the shop attendant. It was so obvious, so blatant!”
 
“I wasn’t Moth
.”
 
She cut me off.
 
“Be quiet!” She yelled at me.
 
“Lift up your dress and show me your panties.”
 
I lifted up my skirts and there was a small wet spot, that I was sure was dribble from the pee I had just done as I rushed out, wanting to get that ordeal over and done with.”
 
“I knew it! A stain from your wasted seed! You were getting aroused by homoerotic thoughts in that interaction.”
 
“No Mother, I prom
.”
 
“I said BE QUIET!”
 
“I don’t want to hear your snivelling excuses! I knew you were a weak beta male Georgie Grantham but I had no idea you had closet homosexual tendencies! Wait until Brenda hears about this! Shame Georgie Grantham Shame!
 
“Please don’t tell Brenda Mother, I beg you. I wasn’t aroused by the man, I promise” My voice was pleading.
 
“I said Quiet!”
 
And with that she slapped me across the face hard. My head was forced side ways; it stung sharply and quickly put me in my place.
“I have enough evidence Georgie Grantham and if you think I would ever believe your pathetic excuses you are sadly mistaken.”
 
Suitably chastised I replied meekly,
 
“Sorry Mother.”
 
“In fact I am not going to tell Brenda about this incident.”
 
I couldn’t believe the turn around from Mother, the sense of relief was awesome.
 
“You are going to tell her about your homoerotic tendencies!”
 
Crestfallen I blurted out a pathetic,
 
“B,b, but
”
 
And received a harder slap across the other cheek.
 
“Don’t say a word girl!”
 
I shut up quick smart and we headed off to the airport. Not another word was spoken.
 
I dropped Mother off at the entrance and then went and parked the car. It was a fair walk and I felt like everyone was looking at me. I dare not make any eye contact with anyone. I found Mother in the arrival hall. I stood there quietly just a step behind her. I was so nervous at seeing Brenda. How would she react to seeing me dressed like this, what would she think of all the things Mother had reported I had done wrong? How was I ever going to say to her I had homoerotic feelings for the petrol station attendant? I was a nervous wreck as we waited for them to clear customs. After about 20 minutes of nervous anticipation, Brenda and Matthew walked into the arrivals hall. She saw Mother and walked quickly towards her and gave her a big hug. They greeted each other profusely. I looked at the man beside Brenda whom I assumed was Matthew. He was taller and more well built than I, he obviously worked out as his arms and chest were full of muscle. His shirt had the top few buttons undone, which revealed a bit of his muscled chest. He was very handsome and immediately I felt inadequate.
 
“Mother, allow me to introduce Matthew.”
 
“A pleasure to meet you Mrs Falwell, Brenda has told me so much about you, I must admit I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
 
Mother laughed, impressed by Matthew’s flattery and said,
 
“Oh please don’t call me Mrs Falwell, Eleanor is fine.”
 
“Certainly Eleanor.”
 
I couldn’t believe it, Mother had never given me permission to call her Eleanor, all through my courtship it was always “Mrs Falwell” and after we were married I was instructed to address her as “Mother”. Here was Matthew on first name terms straight away. Brenda then said,
 
“I thought you said George was going to be here to greet us Mother.”
 
“He or should I say “She” is.” She then pointed to me.
 
Brenda’s face went into shock and then a smile as she recognised me. She began to talk interspersed with suppressed laughter.
 
“George
is that..ha ha
really you? Oh my God, I never
hah ha.. would have thought.”
 
I nodded sullenly
 
“I call her Georgie now, she has lost her real man privileges. Say hello to Matthew Georgie”
 
“Hello Sir.” I curtsied as Mother instructed. There was more laughter from Brenda and Matthew.
 
Oh how I burned inside having to call him Sir, this man who had taken my wife off me and now I had to suc-k up to him or Mother would make roast meat of me.
 
I must have been red as a beetroot. A few tears ran down my face as I burned in shame. Mother pointed them out to further rub my nose in it.
 
“I told you he was no longer a man, she can’t even take a little laughter before she cries like a girl.”
 
“Looks like you have trained him very well Eleanor, he certainly has good manners and a perfect curtsey.” Hearing that from Matthew made me squirm inside, his voice full of a mocking tone.
 
“Far from it Matthew, there is long way to go. Hardly a day goes by when Georgie doesn’t need some discipline and correction, is there Georgie?”
 
“Yes Mother, a long way to go.” I couldn’t bear to see the look of superiority and contempt on Matthews face and hung my head down.
 
She has a little confession to make too Brenda, what happened when we went to fill up petrol Georgie?”
 
I was mortified! Did I have to do this now! Mother was going to make me say it in front of Matthew, here in the public space of the arrival hall. I looked at Mother with pleading eyes but got a cold steely reaction. I knew I had no choice. I looked to the floor and started speaking.
 
“I..I.I went to pay for the petrol
”
 
 Mother interrupted.
 
“Speak up girl and look Brenda in the eye, no-one can hear you.”
 
I pulled myself together and spoke up.
 
“When I went pay for petrol, the man called me a pretty little thing and I was aroused by his flirting Brenda.”
 
“Errrr yuck! George I had no idea you were like that.” Said Brenda
“Doesn’t surprise me, look at how he is dressed!”  Matthew laughed as he said it.
“No wonder you dumped him. Never mind Brenda you have a real man now.”
 
With that Matthew grabbed Brenda’s shoulder, pulled her towards him and gave her a big kiss on her lips.
 
I burned with shame, humiliation and jealousy. I started to cry again.
 
“There she goes again.” Said Mother.
 
“Whatever are we to do with you Georgie Grantham? Such a cry-baby! Now take Brenda and Matthews bags and show us the way to the car.”
 
They each had a wheelie bag and I carried their hand luggage over each shoulder. Packed up like a mule I walked back to the car, trying to suc-k up my tears. The three of them a few steps behind happily chatted to one another and caught up. It was like I wasn’t even there.
 
They continued to ignore on the drive home. Brenda kept telling Mother how wonderful Matthew was. How he built the business from scratch, how successful he had made the company, she raved about his beautiful holiday home and his brand new Porsche. She told Mother how he was a top football player when he was younger and how he still worked out every day. He had even been approached in the street by a modelling agency recently. It sure sounded like Matthew was the perfect man. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of the two of them in the back seat. Matthew would have his hand on Brenda’s upper thigh, or would be giving her a quick kiss on the cheek or neck. Or he might put his arm around her, caressing the side of her breast. I was burning up with jealousy; it took all my self-control to contain myself

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

As soon as we got home the chores began for me. With two extra people in the house my workload was set to skyrocket. First I had to serve drinks, and then make some sandwiches followed by cheese and biscuits. Brenda then had me give her a foot massage. I must admit that was a most pleasant task; to have some physical intimacy with my ex wife at last, even if it was just a foot rub, it was a joy to behold. It reminded me of our happier times when I would play around at being her servant. When it was all just a bit of fun. I was snapped out of my reminiscing when Matthew said “My turn Georgie girl”.
 
Oh how it irked me to go over and kneel before him. The last thing I wanted to do was to massage his feet. But of course I did as I was told and replied with a submissive,
“Yes Sir.”
 
 As I started to remove his shoes he sang the old Seekers song “Hey there Georgie girl
” and then laughed at me. “Georgie girl” was to become his nickname for me. His feet were stinky as, he hadn’t showered since before he boarded the flight but I suc-ked it up. When he had enough he pushed me away with his foot in my face.
“Get me another drink now, Georgie Girl!”
 
Neither Brenda nor Mother thought anything of it. I went off to get Sir Matthew a drink; my jealousy of him was now tingled with a growing hatred.
 
I served the drinks and left them be as I got stuck into my laundry chores. As I came in from hanging a load of washing on the line, Mother called for me.
 
“Matthew just had a shower, you best go clean the bathroom. Brenda says Matthew likes fresh towels and an immaculate bathroom. You will need to clean it as soon as possible each time he uses it, Understand?”
 
“Yes Mother.”
 
I went up to the bathroom and couldn’t believe the mess he had made! The floor was drenched and the bath mat soaked. He must filled the bath and let it overflow when he got in/ He must have also rinsed off in the shower. There was soap sc-um around the top of the bath and he had smeared soap or shampoo all over the glass in the shower cubicle. The basin was full of whiskers from his shave and he had used three towels! They were all on the floor with his dirty clothes. If he required fresh towels after every bath, I could see my laundry duties increasing sharply. As I was finishing off my cleaning, washing the floor on hands and knees he came and looked in.
 
“Eleanor told me to inspect your work Georgie Girl.”
 
Sir Matthew walked in and over to the bathroom sink and vanity. His shoes left dirty marks all over my clean floor. He then took out a can of shaving cream and began spraying it all over my clean bathroom.
 
“Not a very good job is it Georgie Girl?”
 
I was furious, how could he do this to me. I lost my composure and cried out to him
 
“Stop it!”
 
He turned around, grab me by the hair and put his hand over my mouth.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again? I do not take being spoken back to by anyone, let alone a sissy faggot like you Georgie Girl! Let me tell you something.  I was against staying here with you still in the house. The idea disgusted me. But Brenda and Eleanor assured me you would be useful. So useful you better be! If you ever do not do what I say, when I say, it will be one word to Brenda and Eleanor and you will be out on your ear faggot. Now clean this up and report downstairs when you are done. I am keen to see Eleanor’s reaction when she gets my report!”
 
With that he pushed me to the floor and I started all over again, cleaning the mess he had made. Oh how it infuriated me. I now had to re clean the bathroom and face the music with Mother down stairs. I quickly put any thought of complaining about Sir Matthew out of my mind. He could do no wrong in Mother and Brenda’s eyes. I would never be believed. I had to suc-k up the fact that he too had ultimate power of me and I would have to do my best to obey and suc-k up to him too.
 
Half an hour later, with the bathroom clean and sparkling I went downstairs. Mother, Brenda and Sir Matthew were in the lounge room. I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear them chatting. Mother was absolutely fawning over Matthew, laughing at all his jokes, praising him at every turn and saying things  “how wonderful!” “Fantastic Matthew!” “You are incredible!” “Brenda where did you find this wonderful man?”
 
They made me wait for about 10 minutes before summoning me. Mother spoke first.
 
“Come in Georgie and stand before us over there.”
 
She pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. Brenda and Matthew were seated on the lounge with Mother on a single lounge chair beside then. I was only three metres in front of them. I felt their eyes on me and it was very intimidating.
 
“Matthew has given me a terrible report of your cleaning of the bathroom Georgie, what have you to say for yourself?”
 
How I hated these sorts of interrogations. I looked at Matthew and he had a superior smile on his face. He was enjoying this.
 
“I am sorry Mother, I have tried better after Matthew spoke to me and have cleaned it thoroughly now.”
 
“Brenda, go and have a look.”
 
As Brenda went to inspect my work I stood there frozen.  Mother and Matthew chatted amongst themselves ignoring me. When Brenda returned she said,
 
“The bathroom is perfect, I think you should thank Matthew for his encouragement and improving your work performance Georgie.”
I was absolutely fuming, Matthew trashed the bathroom and now I have to thank him for “improving my performance.”
 
“Thank you Matthew.”
 
“You can do better than that Georgie!” Mothers voice was firm
 
“Thank you for helping me improve my work performance Matthew, you are so kind to have helped me.”
 
I was trying to suc-k up as best I could.
 
“My pleasure Georgie girl, just make sure you keep up the standards, I hate nothing more than a dirty bathroom.”
 
“Did you hear that Georgie.” Said Mother
 
“Matthew hates a dirty bathroom, you better make sure it is always in perfect condition for him, that means checking in as soon as anyone uses it. Understand?”
 
“Yes Mother.”
 
Now along with all my other chores I would have to be cleaning the bathroom as soon as anyone uses it! How was I ever to keep track?”
 
“There still needs to be a consequence for your poor performance. I think it only right if you ask Matthew if he will deliver your punishment. 6 strokes of the cane!”
 
This was going from bad to worse! I don’t think I have ever hated anyone more than Sir Matthew at this moment. It took all my strength not to show my resentment.
 
“Please Matthew, would you be so kind to deliver my punishment for not cleaning the bathroom to your standards?”
 
Matthew was enjoying this and said,
 
“I might be able to Georgie Girl if you showed me a bit more respect. Weren’t you told by Eleanor to address me as ‘Sir”?”
 
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”
 
“I think that deserves another 6 strokes.” Mother piped in.
 
“What do you think Georgie, does that deserve another 6 strokes?” Michael asked in a very condescending tone.
 
“Yes Sir.” I replied, knowing there was no other correct answer of course.
 
“I want to hear you ask nicely for them.” He really knew how to rub it in.
 
“Please Sir, could you please give me an extra 6 strokes for not calling you Sir?”
 
“And why is not calling me Sir, worthy of another 6 strokes Georgie Girl?” He was dragging this out to make me squirm.
 
“Because I failed to show you the respect you deserve Sir.”
 
“And why do I deserve that respect?”
 
“Because you are a guest in this house Sir.”
 
“And what else?”
 
I didn’t know what to say and hesitated.
 
“Come on why am I even here Georgie Girl?”
 
“Because you are Brenda’s fiancĂ© Sir”
 
“That is right, you failed as a husband and I have taken your place, that makes me your Superior doesn’t it Georgie Girl and worthy of your respect?”
 
“Yes Sir.”
 
“Say it then”
 
“I should show you respect Sir for you have proven you are my Superior because I have failed as a husband and you have taken my place Sir.”
 
I could hear Brenda giggling. It hurt to my very core.
 
“That’s better, now don’t you forget it. Now lift up your dress, drop your panties and bend over.”
 
Mother handed him the cane, he started taking air swings and I could hear it whistle behind me. A shiver of dread ran down my spine. Then he started laying them on thick and fast. He had so much more strength than Mother; I had never experienced pain like this. Each stroke was absolutely scorching. I was sure I could feel the welts rising immediately. The third stroke got me on the upper thighs and I shrieked in agony,
 
“Quite Georgie!” said Mother sternly. Matthew just laughed. I started to sob.
 
“Are you crying Georgie girl?”
 
“Y.y.y yes Sir.” I replied in a muffled tone, trying to fight the tears.
 
“She is such a cry baby.” Said Mother.
 
“I have never known anything like it. Cries like a girl at the slightest punishment!”
 
The humiliation in front of Matthew and Brenda burned. I am sure I was red  as a beetroot with shame.
 
“This might help keep her quite.”
 
Mother produced a baby’s dummy and put it in my mouth. There was more laughter from Brenda and Matthew to further deepen my humiliation. The caning continued. Each stroke a misery, an agony, searing hot across my bottom.
 
Finally it was over and before being sent to the corner to “reflect on my punishment.” Mother removed my dummy briefly, telling me to thank Matthew.
 
“Thank you Sir for my punishment and teaching me a lesson on cleaning the bathroom. I am sure I will do better in the future.”
 
“You better do better Georgie Girl if you know what is good for you!”
 
I stood in the corner with hands on head for about 15 minutes. Brenda was reading her iPad and announced to Mother.
 
“Look at this Mother,” said Brenda
 
“ There is a new store in Newtown called “Ladies only.” They are advertising a new range of clothing, shoes and accessories for the feminised submissive male. They specialise in larger shoe sizes and they can tailor make items too. Maid’s dresses, formal dresses, school uniforms, everything you need to keep your sissy looking the perfect obedient pet. It might be a good place to get Georgie something for the wedding.”
 
“Show me.” Said Mother.
 
I could not see what was happening but imagined Mother looking at the website on Brenda’s iPad.
 
“I might take Georgie there this afternoon. Would like to join us Brenda?”
 
“I would but I am quite tired from the flight. I think I should have an afternoon nap.”
 
“Yes that’s a good idea.” Said Matthew.
 
With that I heard them both get up and caught a glimpse of them walking upstairs to the bedroom. Matthew hand his hand on Brenda’s bottom. The jealousy burned. I had no illusions what their ‘nap’ would entail.”
 
“OK Georgie, put on your Sunday bests, put your face on and wait for me at the door, we are going shopping!” declared Mother.

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

Ladies Only
by sissy sally

(This chapter is the result of a suggestion by Mistress Holly that sissy sally and I combine the characters from sally's 'Happy Family' story with the characters from my "Mother in law made me a sissy maid" story. We collaborated, shared ideas and then I finished Chapter 9 with a lead in for sally to pick it up from the visit to the dress shop. A big thank you to Mistress Holly for her suggestion and a big thank you to sissy sally for doing such a wonderful job with this chapter!)

After being in public in my maids dress, wearing my Sunday's best almost felt like being allowed to wear male clothes again. I dressed as quickly as I could and waited at the door as instructed.
“Your hair has grown nicely lately Georgie, we will be able to do something with it soon, but for now, you will be wearing this when we go out.” Mother said, when she came downstairs to pick me up for the ride. She was talking about the hairband she placed on my head now.
It was not the type of thin arch young girls used to keep their hair back. There was nothing subtle about this. It was a broad Alice style band, made out of navy blue velvet with thick padding to make it almost as high as wide. Tiny little pearls all over it made it even more stand out.
“It keeps your hair back nicely, so everyone can see your new earrings.” She stated, and before I could wonder what she was talking about she began replacing the small studs I was wearing with large button style ones. They had a domed blue center with thick gold frames exceeding my earlobes.
“Consider these accessories part of your Sunday’s best now Georgie. They match your Jacket perfectly, and so is this.”
She handed me a large, blue velvet covered purse. It had no visible handle or strap.
“it is called a clutch. You are meant to carry it in your hands” She explained “Now, come along.
 
When I followed Mother to the car, she had another surprise for me.
“After the incident at the petrol station I decided that from now on you will ride in the back of the car Georgie” She said. “Get in, and sit straight. Feet and knees together, arms at your side, palms on the seat.”
She stooped over me to put the seatbelt on like I was a little kid. She pulled it across my arms and wrists and locked it in place like that.
“That is how you will ride in a car with any of us for the time being.” She declared, while she engaged the child safety feature of the door that would not allow me to open it from the inside.
“You are not allowed to remove the seat belt by yourself or even pull out your hands. You will sit still and remain quiet and don’t fidget until we arrive.” She took a coin out of her purse and slipped it between my knees. “A good girl keeps her legs together at all times. It is time for you to learn that lesson.” She said as she shut the rear door and got into the driver seat.
 
“This is also a perfect opportunity for you to practice your sissy expression and demeanor. If I don’t see you smile when I look in the rearview mirror, or you drop the coin, there will be consequences.”
 
I debated for a second whether I should respond, but decided it would be best to acknowledge her instructions. I smiled and said “Yes, Mother” in the most girlish voice I could muster.
“Good. You realize that this is causing everyone inconvenience, so there must be mandatory consequences as well, but I think it is best to let Brenda and Matthew decide about them.
 
Riding in the back of the car like this felt really humiliating and embarrassing. I was glad we would go to a part of town where nobody would recognize me, although I was not happy about the purpose of our destination either.
 
Just a few minutes after we left Mother pulled over right across the church and got out.
“I need to have a word with Pastor Vorster, Georgie. You will wait in the car and behave like we were still driving.” She explained while she lowered the backseat window halfway down like I was a pet. I hardly dared to turn my head to watch her walking across the street and into the church.
I felt terrified that someone who knew me would walk by.
For now the footpath was empty and only occasional cars rode by. It felt like forever until the church door opened again. To my horror it was not Mother who came out, but Claire. I recognized her immediately wearing her flower print dress.
Any hope that she would not notice me was immediately crushed by her heading straight across the street towards the car.
 
“Hello Georgie” she cooed when she came up to my window.
 
“Hello Miss Claire” I replied.
 
“I just had a little talk with Eleanor, she told me you are waiting in the car, so I thought I come and say hello.” She stuck her hand through the open window like she wanted to shake mine, but I did not dare to pull my hands out under the seat belt.
Claire frowned when I didn’t respond to her gesture and I got scared because I knew how much she liked to get me in trouble, or MORE trouble.
 
“Mother told me to sit like this, Miss Claire” I explained sheepishly.
 
She looked me up and down and said: “I see” then she put her outstretched hand in front of my face instead. “I suppose you can greet me like this then.”
 
I gave her a little kiss on the hand and she smiled
 
“So, you are not allowed to move, are you Georgie?” She said, while she walked over to the other side of the footpath to pick up some dried rose hips that had fallen from a bush.
“I believe Eleanor has big plans for you. I heard her offer to Pastor Vorster that you would give the church a deep clean before you prepare it for the wedding all by yourself.”
She said, while she came back to the car, cracking open the rose hips.
“Oh, there she comes now. I am sure she will tell you all about it herself.”
She reached in and quickly dumped the seeds from inside the pods down the back of my neck. I felt a itching sensation almost immediately.
“Enjoy the ride, Georgie.” she laughed and jiggled my collar to make them drop down even further. She walked away down the footpath while Mother approached from the other side of the car.
 
“Why are you are not smiling Georgie? Do you need the cane already to remind you about what you have just been told?”
 
“No Mother, I am sorry Mother.” I tried to smile, despite the growing itch down my back.
 
“You will be even more sorry if you continue to object to my suggestions.”
 
“I understand, Mother”
 
“We will see about that! Do you need the cane Georgie?”
 
“Yes Mother.”
 
“Good girl, now sit still and smile!”
 
It was sheer torture to remain motionless in my seat, while mother was driving us to Newtown. The urge to scratch myself was overwhelming, but I could not even ask for permission to do that.
 
“What do you think should be the minimum amount of cane-strokes for a single offense, Georgie?” she asked eventually.
 
I wanted to say two or three, but I was scared that she would get angry at me for not suggesting enough.
 
“...Maybe five, Mother?”
“Five is a nice amount Georgie. Let’s add one stroke for good measure and call it a single helping.”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
“Ask me for a helping”
 
“May I please have a helping of the cane, Mother?”
 
“Very good, Georgie. From now on, whenever I offer the cane you will always ask nicely for a helping. That is two helpings already for you. One for not smiling earlier and one you just asked for on your own, right?”
 
I almost forgot to smile when she said that. It felt so unfair, I had not done anything wrong this time.
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
“Good girl”
 
We drove the rest of the way in silence.
 
When we arrived at the mall, Mother checked for the coin between my knees before she unbuckled the seatbelt. I thought it was a miracle that I had not dropped it.
 
“You will follow behind me in silence. Your head bowed and your eyes cast firmly at the back of my heels. You will hold your clutch with both hands in front of your tummy.”
 
“Yes Mother” We walked through the mall and I felt like the feminine walking sounds from the hard soles of my mary jane shoes on the tiled floor would alert everyone to stare at me. I had no way to confirm, because I was not allowed to look up, which just added to my feeling of ridicule and embarrassment. Every random laugh or chuckle I heard was a stab into my self consciousness.
 
“I am going to visit this store Georgie. You will wait for me right here out in front.” She pointed at a spot right next to a sign that said “no pets allowed inside” It had a little rubber mat with a water bowl and a bar to attach a dog leash.
“Stand on the mat, with your back to the store and remember to smile.”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
It wasn’t the store Mother wanted to take me to, I had no idea how long she would spend inside it. I wanted to scratch my back so badly, but the shop had a glass front and facing away from it I could not tell if Mother was watching from inside or not.
Now I was able to see the people staring at me. Some smiling and giggling, some making a frown and shaking their head, little girls pointing at me while being pulled along by their mothers and a group of teenage girls whispering among each other before bursting into laughter.
It was incredibly humiliating. They sat down on a bench on the opposite side and kept laughing and giggling.
 
“Come along” Was all Mother had to say once she returned from the store. The girls burst into laughter as I followed behind her like an obedient puppy.
 
Once we arrived at the dreaded shop, I was almost glad that I could get out of the public view, even though I did not expect anything good for me to happen inside.
 
It was a large open store. Shelves with heels and shoes, dresses and skirts, girdles and corsets, panties and bras and all sorts of leather and rubber items I didn’t even want to guess what they were for.
 
“Welcome to Ladies Only, Ma’am. My name is Kimberly, how may I help you?” A young woman said. She was dressed very smartly in a tight skirt and white blouse.
 
Mother wasted no time. “My daughter is getting married again. Her former husband failed her miserably and remains in the house as a servant to make up for his shortcomings. We need a suitable outfit for him to emphasize his inferiority when he caters to the guests at her wedding.”

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

“Oh, you came to the right place, indeed.” The woman took a peek at me “..and I suppose this the girl in question?” It looks to me like you did a marvelous job with her already”
 
It stung when she naturally referred to me as a girl like that.
 
“Oh, Georgie is far from perfect” Mother replied “Why don’t you curtsey girl? Do you need the cane to remind you about your manners?”
 
That pulled me out of my self-pity and thankfully I remembered my latest rule right away.
 
“Yes Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said before I curtsied “Nice to meet you Miss Kimberly”
 
Mother sighed “It is his third helping already since we left the house.”
 
Kimberly giggled. “I like it, Miss
?”
 
“Falwell, Eleanor Falwell.”
 
“Please follow me Miss Falwell, I am sure we will find the perfect items for your
” She paused and said “I noticed she is calling you Mother?”
 
“A remnant from when she was married to my daughter. Thankfully there is no family relation whatsoever any more. I may have her address me in a more appropriate way one of these days, but I grew somewhat fond of it.”
 
“You have a kind heart Miss Falwell.” Kimberly said. “Would you care for some coffee or tea while we get Georgie ready?”
 
“Some tea would be lovely, dear.” Mother replied.
 
Kimberly snapped her fingers “Georgette!”
 
A sissy came rushing out from the back. She was dressed in a pink satin maids dress with lots of frills and petticoats and a frilly satin apron. Her feet in pink patent leather heels and her hair in tight blonde curls with pink ribbons.
 
She curtsied deep and said “Yes, Mistress Kimberly?”
 
“Serve some tea in the showroom and prepare this girl for a presentation.”
 
“Yes, Mistress Kimberly”
 
I followed the sissy into the back as she hurried to carry out her instructions. She led me behind a folding screen and said: “When I come back I need you to be completely undressed or we both are in trouble. Clothes, underwear shoes, everything! Please?”
She ran off before I could ask any further questions.
 
I was actually glad I could undress, and hurried to get it done so I would finally be able to scratch my back. There was a large mirror and I could get a good look at myself. My back was full of itching red spots from the rosehip-seeds.
 
Georgette came back in a surprisingly short amount of time. He saw me trying awkwardly to reach behind, he sighed and gave me a quick rub to ease my plight.
It felt so good, for the first time in ages someone did something nice for me. The petticoated hem of his dress brushed against my skin, and  for some reason my member began to swell in it’s little cage.
 
“Isn’t that cute” A female voice said “scratching each other’s back like a pair of monkeys”
 
I thought at first it was Kimberly, but Georgette curtsied and said:
 
“I’m sorry Mistress Vivian”
 
Only then I noticed, that her hair and clothes were slightly different.
 
“Look at that!” She pointed at my groin. “I bet you are just as hard right now, aren’t you Georgette?”
 
Georgette remained silent, but we both blushed.
 
“Get dressed in the open back uniform Georgette, and you come with me.”
 
I followed Vivian into some sort of showroom where Mother was sitting on a couch at a coffee table with Kimberly. I was shocked when I saw that the room was only separated from the store by a glass wall. I was completely nude except for my chastity device and any customer could be looking in here at any time.
 
“Walk a bit for us, Georgie.” Kimberly said. “Just up and down. We want to see you move.”
 
“Yes, Ma’am” I replied and went down the room, not too close to the glass wall turned around and returned to my initial position.
 
“Nobody told you to stop!” Vivian said “Keep walking girl, and use the whole room!”
 
While I kept walking up and down, coming uncomfortable close to the glass wall every time, the Ladies engaged in conversation.
 
“She could use some practice in feminine walking” Vivian said, and Mother agreed.
 
“We found that a tight fitting shoe helps a great deal with taking smaller, more delicate steps. We have a special models, that squeeze the toes together into a narrow tip and have a pea-sized ball right under the heel. They are designed for punishment, so we don’t recommend them for more than a couple of hours at a time, but in a pinch they instantly improve the walk of the most reluctant of sissies into a dainty mince.”
 
“That sounds perfect for the wedding” Mother said.
 
I didn’t like to hear that, but it should get worse.
 
“Speaking of tight” Vivian said now “When I caught the girls touching each other in the back, I noticed a lot of slack in the chastity device that allows her to swell.”
 
“Georgie Grantham!” Mother cried “What have you done now? You are alone for one minute and you instantly embarrass me with your homoerotic cravings in front of these Ladies? What am I to do with you?”
 
That wasn’t at all what had happened. It felt so unfair how Vivian made it sound like, and knowing that trying to refute her would only get me into more trouble made me feel even worse. All I could I do now was to apologize.
 
“I am sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?”
 
“You mean three more helpings, one for each of us, don’t you Georgie? Of course you will also have to confess your shameful behavior to Brenda and Matthew.”
 
“Yes, Mother, of course.”
 
I was not looking forward to getting home.
 
I noticed a devious glee in Vivian’s eyes. “She could do with a tighter device” she suggested.
 
“It certainly was not designed with Georgie in mind, dear. I had it made for my husband. He was nothing to write home about in that department, but Georgie appears to be even smaller down there. However I am afraid we already sealed the lock permanently and there is nothing we can do about it any more.”
 
“Don’t say that!” Kimberly exclaimed “There is a lot that can be done about it. We offer adjustment of metal devices. We have a special set of tools that allows tightening without the need for removal.”
 
“That sounds excellent” Mother said “We definitely will have to make a appointment for you Georgie.”
 
“Oh, we can do it today” Vivian chipped in “...and no offense Ma’am, but I find these flimsy locks that come with the devices are their greatest weakness. Even if they have been sealed they are easy to cut off. I if you allow, it would be my pleasure to replace it with a sturdy stainless steel rivet free of charge.“
 
Mother clapped “You are two girls after my own heart!” I couldn’t remember when I had ever seen Mother so excited before. I was worried before we entered the store, but now I was devastated by the display of joy these women took in my misery.
 
“Come here, girl” Vivian beckoned me over, while she opened a closet on the wall next to the couch. It was equipped with an frightening array of tools and tongs the size of bolt cutters with different shaped heads.
 
“First things first” She said and snapped off the lock with an actual bolt cutter. “See how easy that was?” Then she inserted a bolt into the hole that held the ring around my scrotum in place and applied pressure with an oversized clamp. When she was finished it was firmly held together by a metal stud with a smooth rounded end on each side.
 
“Voilá” she exclaimed “We once had a desperate girl try and apply a drill to this. It slipped right off and hurt more than her pride.”
 
Mother laughed out loud and the Ladies joined right in. The desperation I felt when mother threw away the keys to the lock returned tenfold when I saw these women laugh over my misery and I could not help but shed a few tears.
 
“Oh my, the little girl cries.” Vivian said.
 
“Stop right now, Georgie!” Mother said “This is all for your best. You better start smiling if you know what is good for you.”
 
“Yes, Mother” I said, and grinned awkwardly
 
“Yes, keep smiling Georgie” Vivian said, while she liberally sprayed something from a can applied all over my groin. It began tingling immediately and grew into a singing burning sensation.
“This will shrivel her up nicely for the adjustments” she explained. While I fought more tears, Vivian began taking my measurements
 
“Why don’t we look at some of our recommendations for the wedding now?” Kimberly suggested and snapped her fingers.
 
This was obviously a sign for Georgette to enter. She walked down the room wearing a tight fitting black pencil dress made out of a thick black material, the long sleeves ended in white ruffles around the cuffs as did the narrow hem below her knees.
Her neck was entirely encased in a heavily starched white collar with more ruffles. The collar continued into a pinafore type apron that covered her front. The ruffled edges extended out over her shoulders and converged back into neatly criss crossed ribbons that tied into a large bow behind her back.
On her feet she was wearing black patent leather mary jane’s with a low heel and rounded toes and a nice bow across the toes that made them look like children's shoes.
 
“This is a original design from our Grandmother” Vivian explained “She is experienced in managing staff and has personally trained our Grandfather and Georgette into obedient servants. She believes into strict discipline and instant punishment and has designed this model with that in mind.”
 
“Turn around Georgette.”
 
The dress had a heart shaped opening in the lower back that left Georgettes buttocks exposed. A uncomfortably wide looking leather strap parted them in the middle.
 
“As I noticed Miss Falwell, you believe in the application of the cane, and this would allow you or any of the guests at the wedding to swiftly address the slightest offense with perfect efficiency” Kimberly explained.
 
“I see my dear” Mother said “I do like the general look very much and I definitely see the versatility in this design, but I am afraid there will be members of the local church present at the wedding and Georgie may not want to offend them with the display of bare buttocks. Isn’t that right Georgie?”
 
For once I completely agreed with Mother’s opinion “Yes, Mother” I replied, attempting to smile while trying to ignore the burning pain below that still was growing stronger.
 
“I apologize Miss Falwell. I should not have assumed.” Kimberly said “Of course we have the same model without the offending window.”
 
“Thank you my dear, I am glad you understand. We are avid church goers and well known in the parish. I am trying very hard to instill the faith into Georgie, alas it is not an easy task.”
 
“I hear you Miss Falwell” Vivian chimed in “To make up for our mistake, adjusting her device will be my treat. I am going to crimp it excruciatingly tight, so she won’t take any more pleasure from her sinful homoerotic cravings.”
 
I hated how these girls knew exactly how to talk to mother, making everything worse for me , while I had to stand there, smile and endure the pain.
 
“We have a type of garment that we developed especially with girls like your Georgie in mind, Miss Falwell. We call it the Cilice. I take it you are familiar with the term?” Kimberly said.
 
“A hairshirt?” Mother appeared genuinely surprised. Whatever they were talking about it didn’t sound comfortable.
 
“It is much more than that Miss Falwell. The foundation is a full body girdle lined with coarse horsehair fabric. The bottom and hip-sections are padded with bristly coconut fibers. Not only will the padding give her a lovely feminine shape, but the rough doormat like texture is perfect to keep her from sitting idle. It also keeps the sensation of a recent a spanking or caning fresh on her mind for hours. Around the waist a heavily boned corset is implemented to give her a hourglass figure, and the breast cups can be fitted with weighted breast forms to put a strain on shoulders and back. The idea behind is not only giving a girl opportunity to repent, but also experience some of the hardships women had to go through in the name of beauty.”
 
“It is also uncomfortably hot, especially with a neoprene uniform on top.” Vivian mentioned.
 
That sounded absolutely terrible, but Mother obviously saw it different.
 
“You are a godsend my girls, a literal godsend. This is exactly what you need Georgie. Don’t you agree?”
 
What else could I say but: “Yes, Mother”
 
“It will help you repent and deal with your sinful cravings.”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
“This is not only for the wedding of course. I will allow you to wear it on a regular basis.”
 
“Y-Yes, Thank you, Mother”
 
“Are you hesitating Georgie?”
 
“N-No, Mother. I
 I was just overwhelmed by your kindness.”
 
“Good girl, I feel like there is still hope for you yet.”
 
“Thank you Mother”
 
She turned to the girls: “How long would it take to have one ready for Georgie?”
 
“Fortunately Georgette and Georgie not only share the same name, but almost the exact same measurements. They are like twins” Vivian said. “We have her size in stock, we could get her fitted right now if you like Miss Falwell.”
 
“Fantastic!” Mother exclaimed “We would like that very much, don’t we Georgie?”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
Vivian snapped her fingers. “Georgette, fetch a cilice and a neoprene uniform for your little girlfriend here, while I take care of her chastity.”
 
“Why don’t I show you the rest of the shop in the meantime Miss Falwell? You may want to pick some shoes or other accessories.” Kimberly said.
 
While Mother left with Kimberly, Vivian used some of the scary pliers and tools to snip out some segments from the metal rings on my chastity to reduce them in diameter by pushing the ends together and fusing them again with other tools. She even shortened it a bit by removing some rings and bending the connecting rods into a new tip. Finally she reduced the diameter of the cuff around my testicles and gave the device a tighter curve to “make it easier to tuck away”
It had been a lot of pinching and chafing during the process that only added to the pain I was in. By the end my already shriveled up pen-is was so tightly confined that it appeared to be bulging under the rings.
 
“Not much bigger than a thumb now, is it?” Vivian said, as she flicked it with her finger. “Just like it should be”
 
In the meantime Georgette had fetched the ordered items and now she helped Vivian getting me into the dreadful girdle.
I could feel the rough itching sensation immediately as I stepped into it. It would cause a constant feeling of discomfort that was impossible to ignore, especially since the fabric didn’t appear to breathe and the sweating would only cause the itching to increase.
Vivian made sure my device was completely tucked away between my legs and then continued to lace the corset part very tight and stuffed the breast cups with heavy pads that had a rough texture.
A pair of white cotton stockings lined with the same coarse material, clipped to garters on the girdle.
 
The fabric of the dress was very thick and added to the stuffiness of the girdle. The collar wrapped snug around my entire neck and the tight skirt restricted my steps. Walking felt stiff and awkward, even before Vivian squeezed my feet into a small pair of shoes that made every step feel like my toes were being pushed into a funnel.
 
Just when I was dressed Mother returned with Kimberly. She was over the moon when she saw me.
 
“You look perfect Georgie. Brenda and Matthew will be delighted to see you. Aren’t you happy we came here?” It stung when I was reminded about that I would serve at Brenda's wedding to Matthew. I still loved her and I hated thinking about that she got married to this man.
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
She stepped closer and removed my earrings “I got you something from the shop dear.” She said and showed me a pair of massive looking silver half hoops. She put them on my ears and the clips snapped shut like a mouse trap, pinching my lobes painfully. They were also very heavy and tugged on my lobes with every little move.
 
“Thank you Mother”
 
“You are welcome dear. This place is like heaven and these girls have so many wonderful ideas. Their little Georgette is trained to entertain guests with songs and tap dancing. Wouldn’t that be marvelous for the wedding?”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
“And it will be, the girls have offered Georgette to help out with the wedding service. As much as I despise your homosexual cravings, Kimberly suggested it may eliminate every last doubt about your manhood in Brenda’s mind when she sees that you have a girlfriend. I have to agree.” The thought brought tears to my eyes again.
 
“I understand, Mother”
 
“I already signed you up with the same singing and dancing classes Georgette takes. You girls will spend some time with each other.”
 
“I understand, Mother”
 
“Good girl. Now say goodbye, we are going home.”
 
I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen.
 
“What are you looking for? Do as I say, or do you need the cane?”
 
“I’m sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said, realising that I would go back home dressed like I was now.
 
I curtsied to each of the twins “Goodbye Miss Kimberly, Goodbye Miss Vivian”
 
“Good, say goodbye to Georgette too”
 
It didn’t feel right to curtsey, so I just said: “Goodbye Georgette”
 
Mother had her phone ready “Why don’t you give your girlfriend a kiss?
 
I was shocked, and Georgette looked as surprised as I am, but when Vivian snapped her fingers and said “Georgette!” he quickly pursed his lips.
I leaned in and closed my eyes. Mother took several pictures as our lips touched.

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

“Come on girl, follow behind like I taught you” Mother said, after she said her farewells to the girls. I carried my purse and a bag with my sundays bests and other items Mother had bought for me, as we walked through the mall.
 
“We will have to shift some of your responsibilities with these additional classes, dear. When I talked to Pastor Vorster today I promised her you would be available for a deep cleaning of the entire church under the supervision of the Altar society before the wedding. I will not break my promise, so you will have to do it at odd hours now.”
 
“Yes, Mother” All I wanted right now, was to get out of the mall and home. I felt so uncomfortable and vulnerable in this outfit, I could barely pay attention to what Mother was saying.
 
Finally getting to the car was the most wonderful thing that happened all day to me.
 
Mother opened the trunk for me to put the bag inside, but when I stepped over to the backseat door, she said:
 
“Oh, you are not going home in the car with me Georgie. I believe you need to get a lot more comfortable with yourself in public and this is the perfect opportunity to get you accustomed to your new clothes. You will go home by yourself, dear”

Mother in law made me a sissy maid - Chapter 11
8/16/2020 19 Comments
 
The Wedding of Brenda and Matthew
by sissy karen

Previous Chapter: Chapter 10

It was the day before Brenda and Matthews wedding. I had been up since 5:30am busy with laundry duties and then preparing and serving everyone breakfast in bed.

Oh how I hated having to serve Brenda and Matthew breakfast in bed. Matthew would always be naked in bed and sit up showing of his well built chest. He would caress or kiss Brenda making sure to rub it in that he was the one who was intimate with Brenda now. As I brought their trays in and then poured some coffee for them Brenda said,


“I need you to drive Matthew to his hotel at about 10am Georgie, report here 5 minutes before to collect his things.”


“Yes Mistress Brenda.” I meekly replied.


As I wandered back downstairs to get Mother’s breakfast I thought that was unusual that Matthew was going to a hotel tonight. I prepared Mother’s breakfast then took it up to her. After knocking on the door I was summoned into her room. She was wearing a silky night dress that revealed a little of her cleavage. I hated the fact that I was so pent up in chastity that this woman who made my life hell and was so much older than me could make my little clitty swell in its metal prison. I averted my gaze immediately.


“You will be spending the afternoon with Mrs Von Donnersmack giving the church a deep clean. She will let you in and show you where everything else and tell you what needs to be done. Meet her there at 11am. You will wear your working maids dress.”


“Yes Mother.” I then said.


“Brenda said I had to drop Matthew off at the hotel first.”


“I knew that silly girl! Record 2 demerits in your demerit book for speaking unnecessarily and another for speaking without raising your hand and asking for permission! You will have plenty of time for both chores.”


I scolded myself internally, I was still getting used to this rule of not speaking without permission. I was only allowed to say  “Yes Mother.” To acknowledge I had heard and understood a command. To say anything else I needed to raise my hand to ask permission to speak. I had to be careful when asking too. If Mother deigned that I should have already known the answer I could earn more demerits for asking an inappropriate question.


“Yes Mother.” I replied.


After I cleaned up the breakfast things I had my gruel, a porridge made of the cheapest oats, cooked in water, no milk, no sugar. It was distasteful but filling. I did a little more cleaning before it was time to get ready to leave. I reported to Brenda and Matthew’s room, picked up his suitcase and suit bag and put them in the car. I returned to the hallways and I was waiting near the door, hands on head, nose to the wall for Matthew. My compulsory position for waiting. Matthew came down with Brenda and they were talking to each other. Matthew said,


“This seems a bit silly, me having to stay at a hotel on the night before our wedding darling.”


“It’s tradition Matthew darling, the groom is not supposed to see his bride on the wedding day.”


“It’s all a bit of old wive’s tales if you ask me!”


“Come on, it will make Mother happy.”


“How can I ever last one night without making love to my beautiful woman?”


He then pushed her against the wall and started kissing her passionately. Rubbing his hands over her breasts. It was like I wasn’t even there. After a while Brenda pushed him away giggling and said,


“Awww I know it’s so hard for you Matthew”. She fondled his crotch as she said the word “hard” in her most sexy deep voice.


“One night of chastity, my poor poor Matthew.” She kissed him lightly on the face.


“I know it’s such a big ask for you, but I am sure you will get through. I will make it up on the wedding night, don’t you worry.”


As she said that Brenda was licking her lips very seductively.


It was killing me to see her act like this. I burned with jealousy and arousal. Here she was feeling sorry for Matthew for having to put up with one night without sex while I had been locked in this damn cage for over a year! What I would have given for just one of those tiny sweet kisses from Brenda. Finally Matthew said,


“OK then, just for you my sweet fiancĂ©, come on Georgie girl let’s go.”


I followed Matthew out carrying his bags and we were soon driving to his hotel.


On the way there in the car he rubbed his crotch non stop, saying over and over how hard it was going to be for him, not to not have sex with Brenda for one whole day. How horny she made him feel  and how he was going to ravish and fuc-k her so hard tomorrow night. It all just made me feel more and more jealous and sorry for myself. We arrived at the hotel and I followed behind Matthew, carrying his things up to his room. He made me iron his shirt for the wedding day before dismissing me. As I ironed he took off his pants and laid on the bed.


“Your shirt is done Sir, I have to go and clean the church now.”


“Before you go Georgie girl just come over her and kneel beside the bed.”


A feeling of fear washed over my body, what was he going to do?“


He sat up and swung around, spreading his legs either side of me, his bulging coc-k outlined by his jockey style underpants.


“See this Georgie Girl?”


“Yes, Sir.”


“Do you like what you see?”


What was I to say? I fell to my default answer,


“Yes Sir.”


“I thought as much you fairy faggot. Eleanor told me about your new boyfriend.”


He was referring to Georgette from the “Ladies Only” store. I wondered who else Mother had told. He then slipped down his underpants and revealed his huge coc-k. It was a good 8 inches maybe more and very thick too.


“This is the coc-k that fuc-ks your ex wife now Georgie Girl, that pleases her like you and your tiny coc-k never did.”


The humiliation and shame burned.


“I think you need to show gratitude for this coc-k don’t you?”


I knew what I had to say,


“Yes SIr.”


“Add how are you going to do that Georgie Girl?”


I was squirming inside with shame. I hoped to all hope that my words would be enough.


“Thank you most huge coc-k of Sir Matthew for pleasing my wife.”


“I said show gratitude Georgie girl not just say it!”


He tapped his coc-k against my nose.


And then he said,


“You are going to worship my coc-k Georgie Girl with your mouth”


He tapped it a few more times against my nose, it was very hard now. I didn’t want to suc-k his coc-k, I had never suc-ked a man’s coc-k before and I was repulsed by the thought! I knew I wasn’t gay but more and more I was being forced to act like it. It was killing me. First having to kiss Georgette and now this! I resisted licking it and then Master Matthew started slapping my face with his big hard coc-k, back and forth over my cheeks. I just had to accept it.


“Start by licking my balls Georgie Girl, show me how much you are grateful to me!”


I slid a little lower and hesitated for a second.


“Georgie! Don’t make me tell Mother you were being disobedient!”


I was in a quandary, I was sure Mother wouldn’t approve of this gay sex act but who knows what Matthew would say. All he would have to say is I was disobedient and there would be hell to pay. I realised I had no choice and tentatively started to kiss Sir Matthews balls.




He lay his coc-k over my face as I licked. I looked up at him and he was looking at his phone. He turned it around and briefly showed me a picture of Brenda wearing a set of lacy black lingerie. It brought a memory flooding back to me. I had bought that lingerie for her not long after we married. She laughed at me when I gave it to her and told me there was no way she would ever wear that! Here she was dressing up in it and letting Matthew photograph her in it. It was a very revealing half cup bra with a pretty red lace trimming under the cups. There was a black garter belt that attached to black  fishnet stockings and a very skimpy black g string. Matthew only gave me a quick glance but I was certain it was the lingerie set I had bought her all those years ago that she had refused to wear for me.


“Start licking coc-k girl, big licks up the length of the shaft.”


This was it, my coc-k suc-king virginity had been taken. I slowly and tentatively ran my tongue up his shaft. I was about halfway up when Matthew said.


“Look up Georgie 
.smile”


I smiled and then the flash in the camera lit up and he took a photo of me licking his massive coc-k! I was horrified!


“Please Matthew , don’t take a photo of me!”


With that he slapped me hard across the face.


“Don’t you tell me what to do or I will show this to Mother! You better do what you are told if you know what is good for you girl! Keep licking.”


I returned to the big coc-k, my face stinging and any self respect long gone. After a while Matthew began to push his coc-k into my mouth.


“suc-k girl, suc-k like you mean it”


He continued to look at the photo of Brenda. He drove the coc-k deeper and deeper into my mouth, I could feel it pushing on my throat. I was gagging but too afraid to pull out. Luckily it wasn’t for much longer and he released his coc-k and came all over my face. I felt the warm c-um hit me on the nose cheeks and eyes. Matthew took another photo of me and started laughing hard.


“You will look like a faggot now Georgie girl!”


I got up and went to go to the bathroom.


“Uh Uh, No you don’t, stay on your knees faggot! If you ever disobey me I will be showing these pics to Mother so guess who is going to be my fluff on the side whenever Brenda isn’t in the mood. I call you, you come understand?”


“Yes Sir.” I knelt there feeling the c-um dribble down my face.


“May I wash my face now Sir?”


“No, you’re not using my bathroom. You can piss off and start getting the church clean.”


“Yes SIr.”


Just then Sir Matthew’s phone rang, it was Mother. I heard Matthew say,


“Georgie is late is he? He should be there soon , he left 10 minutes ago.”


As he said that he waved me out the door.


I was going to be in more trouble.

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

As I walked out of the hotel, I was trying to wipe the c-um off my face. I had to walk past a few people and tried to hide my face from them. I felt so humiliated. I felt so used. I had never done that to a man before. I knew I wasn’t gay but I couldn’t deny getting aroused, my coc-k straining in its cage. Surely it was just the chastity. My head was spinning with doubt and anxiety. I saw a clock in the lobby it was already 11:05 and it was a 15 minute drive to the church. To make matters worse Matthew told Mother I had left 10 minutes ago so they would be expecting me any minute, There would be hell to pay for keeping Mrs Von Donnersmack waiting.


I pulled up out the front of the church and there was Mrs Von Donnersmack with Miss ClaireVon Donnersmack too. Both were looking mighty angry. Miss Von Donnersmack with her hands on hips.


“Where the hell have you been and it looks like you haven't cleaned your face!”


I squirmed in embarrassment and fear, I thought I had wiped all of Sir Matthews c-um off my face. I hope she didn’t notice what it was.


“Hand me your demerit book Georgie.”


“Sorry Mrs Von Donnersmack I left it in the car.”


“Well, get it NOW!”  She was screaming.


I quickly ran to get my demerit book. I handed it to her and she started writing in it.


“Well, I have things to do today, which I am now going to be late for thanks to you. Claire has kindly agreed to supervise your cleaning duties. I hope for your sake Georgie you do a good job! Goodbye!”


She gave Claire (or as I had to call her Miss Von Donnersmack) the demerit book and a kiss and then left.


“Bye Mother.”


“Goodbye Mrs Donnersmack.”


“Follow me Georgie” said Miss Von Donnersmack.


I walked behind Miss Von Donnersmack and couldn’t help appreciate her perfectly shaped bottom. My mind had been conditioned now with fear and I immediately averted my gaze. Mothers strict training was working.


The church looked pretty clean from what I could see, I thought this shouldn’t take too long. How wrong I could be! Miss Von Donnersmack led me through the church and around through the vestry to the utility room. She ordered me to get some rags, a window cleaner, wood polish, glass cleaner and a ladder.We returned to the church.


“First job Georgie is the windows. First clean with the window cleaner and rag and then with the squeegee, they are to be perfect, no streaks , no marks nothing understand?”


Her voice was immediately very bossy, she was a natural.


Start with the feature window behind the altar then work your around inside and then outside.


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack”


It was a huge job, the feature window was stained glass and was about 20 metres high and 10 metres wide. Being stained glass it was harder to notice any dirty marks but the lead that marked of the different coloured areas meant it was not a smooth surface and not easily squeegeed. This was going to take a while.


“I am putting a timer on you Georgie. You have two and a half hours  to finish the windows. It is 11:30 am now, I will be back at 2pm hours to inspect.” With that she walked out of the church. There would be no lunch break for me.


Besides the stained glass feature window behind the altar there were 6 large windows that had to be cleaned inside and out. That gave me a little over 10 minutes on each window surface! I would have to hurry. For the next 2 and a half hours I worked as hard and as fast as I could. When I changed windows, I would quickly climb down and run with the ladder to the next window.  It was often hard to know if a stain was on the side you were cleaning or the other side and I would over compensate and rub harder to make sure. I was just starting on the last window and looked at the clock it was 1:55pm. I wasn’t going to finish in time. I then heard the sounds of two young women talking, I looked down and it was Miss Von Donnersmack and another girl with her who I didn’t know. She looked a bit older than Miss Von Donnersmack and very street smart and tough. She was wearing a tight fitting singlet top, which displayed some ample cleavage, tight denim shorts with those fashionable rips in them and a back the front baseball cap suppressed her frizzy black hair that spilled out behind. She also had two nose piercings. She had strong muscular arms and taut legs. She was wearing a pair of black heeled boots too. She looked a world apart from the straight laced Miss Von Donnersmack.


I kept working at the window as fast as I could but before I could finish it I heard Miss Von Donnersmack call out.


“Times up Georgie, get down her now!”


“Please Mis von Donnersmack I am nearly finished.”


“Don’t talk back to me, get down here now! There will be consequences for back chat!”


“Oh shit” more trouble I thought to myself and scurried down the ladder.


I stood before the two girls nervously.


“This is my friend Thalia Georgie, you will call her Ms Thalia understood?”


“Yes Miss von Donnersmack, Hello Ms Thalia.”


Ms Thalia ignored me but said to Claire.


“So this is the faggot you were talking about Claire, Ha! Pathetic!”


The sneering way she said “faggot” made my skin crawl.


“Can I see his cage Claire?”


“Show Thalia your cage Georgie!”


I hesitated, surely she wasn’t serious? We were in a church for goodness sake and I had never met this girl Thalia before.


“But Miss Von Donnersmack, please, not here
.”


With that Ms Thalia slapped me across my face.


“Claire said show me your cage, so show me faggot!”


Her voice was aggressive, threatening.


“You don’t want me to tell your Mother in law you were disobedient Georgie.” said Miss Von Donnersmack.


My feeble resistance melted, I pulled up my dress and lowered my panties, revealing my cage enclosed coc-k. Thalia began laughing.


“That is so messed up! Ha Ha! He really he can’t get it off!”


She then pulled at my coc-k cage hard, hurting me. I cried out and she just laughed harder.


“Please stop it Ms Thalia.”


“Don’t tell me what to do sissy fag! Or Claire will tell your Mummy how naughty you are!”


They both laughed harder. I was awash with shame and humiliation.


She yanked my cage again upwards hard, then pulled it down. I cried out again.


As she pulled it, Ms Thalia said, “Now repeat after me
.I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k mens coc-ks.”


“W,w,w,wwhat?” I said mumbling in disbelief. She then slapped me hard across the face.


“Say it faggot!” she raised her voice threateningly. My face was stinging


“I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k mens coc-ks.”


“Say it again, louder this time fag”


This was so cruel, I could hear Miss Von Donnersmack giggling but couldn’t stop thinking about the earlier incident with Matthew.


“I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k Men’s coc-ks.”


They were both shrieking with laughter now. Ms Thalia  then yanked down hard on my chastity cage.


Then she let go, stepped back and kicked me in my balls, I yelled out loudly and collapsed on the floor in agony.


The two girls were laughing hysterically now


Miss Von Donnersmack then said.


“Get up Georgie! We have to punish it now Thalia, It didn’t finish the windows in time.”


The two sadistic bitches laughed and smiled, they were enjoying this.


“What shall we do to punish him Thalia?”


“You mean punish HER!”


There was more cruel laughter at my expense.


Thalia then said, “I think 3 more kicks to its balls.”


“Please No, I beg MsThalia.” I was desperate not to experience that again but I got no mercy from Ms Thalia, she said,


“Shut up fag, now spread your legs and get you hands behind your head.”


I did as I was told and stood there shaking in nervous fear and anticipation. All my instincts wanted to cover my balls and protect them, it was like overcoming a magnetic force to get my hands back behind my head. Somehow I did it. I watched Thalia swing her foot back and then land another cruel kick right in my balls, forcing the caged coc-k to push up. I cried out in absolute agony and fell again lying on he floor. Curled up in excruciating pain.


“Get up fag, hands behind your head now!” Ms Thalia hissed at me. She gave me no time to recover.


My balls were killing me, I was weak in the knees, sweat pouring off my face. I felt sick and overcome with fear. But somehow I found the strength to obey and forced myself back up and into position. Ms Thalia had a smile of pure evil on her face. I was overcome with fearful dread. Then kick!


“Ahhhhh” I was floored again, the pain on top of the pain excruciating.Buckled up and clasping my crotch. I could feel tears roll down my cheek.


“Look, it’s crying!” said Ms Thalia.


“His mother in law is always saying how much of a cry baby he is. That is why she dresses him up in girls clothes, isn’t it Georgie?”


I was in too much pain to reply, sobbing on the floor.


“Answer her faggot or there will be an extra kick.”


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I managed to say through my tears.


“Yes what?” barked Ms Thalia


“Mother says I am a cry baby and have to wear girls clothes.”


They were laughing so much now, both of these cruel bitches revelling in my torment.


“One more to go now, get up you pathetic fairy.”


“Please Ms Thalia
.Please
I don’t think I can take it
.”


I was begging through my tears.


“Cut the snivelling and get in position, NOW!”


This girl was cruelty personified, she had no mercy in her soul. I forced myself into position for the final kick. She raised her leg back and then stopped the kick just before it would have hit me. Nevertheless I was so on edge, I cried out and fell down again just from the anticipation. I was so scared now and on edge.


The girls of course found this so amusing. There were three more “dummy” kicks before she landed the final blow. Once more sending me into the heights of the most intense awful pain. I felt sick to my stomach and was genuinely crying now. I was a total wreck curled up on the floor. I had never known pain like this. This girl was a right bitch. After a moment Miss Von Donnersmack said,


“Right Georgie, next job is to polish all the pews and then wash all the floors. There is a bucket with a sponge it up the back of the church. Work your way from the front back to the back doors. You have till 6pm to finish it.”


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I replied gingerly. I saw the bucket in the distance and noticed there was no mop.


“Where is the mop Miss Von Donnersmack?”


“You can’t clean a floor properly with a mop Georgie, there is a sponge in the bucket, you will be doing it on your hands and knees. Make sure you get under the pews and don’t miss an inch or I will have to report you to Mrs Falwell.”


She had to be kidding! The Church was so large. Cleaning a kitchen on hands and knees was a big job but all of the church? This would be a misery, especially with my aching balls.


“I will be back at 6pm and you better be finished Georgie if you know what’s good for you.”


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.”


The two girls turned around to walk out, then Miss Von Donnersmack turned back and whispered to me.


“Don’t you dare tell my mother that Thalia was here or you will pay dearly!”


Here tone was threatening.


“No Miss Von Donnersmack.”


For the next four hours I slaved away, worried I wouldn’t have time to complete the tasks. I deduced from the warning that Mrs Von Donnersmack did not approve of Thalia and Miss Von Donnersmack may be in trouble if she found out. I was so angry at the two girls I tried to think of a way to help Mrs Von Donnersmack find out but I came to my senses. Those sort of ideas would only bad for me.


At 5:55pm, I was just finishing the last part of the floor near the back doors. I was exhausted and starving, I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. My back hurt, my knees hurt, my hand hurt from all the scrubbing. My balls still ached from the brutal kicking too.


Miss Von Donnersmack returned and a few moments later Mrs Von Donnersmack and Pastor Vorster arrived. They all greeted each other but ignored me as I finished the part of the floor. They walked through the church inspecting my work. I was surprised by the next thing I heard. It was Pastor Vorster speaking,


“You have done a brilliant job Claire, the church looks in tip top condition. I can’t believe how much lighter it is with windows so clean, normally you wouldn’t be able to see in here without lights at this time.”


Why was Miss Von Donnersmack being praised I thought to myself? Then Mrs Von Donnersmack said,


“Yes, I am very proud of her for giving up a Friday of her holiday to supervise the cleaning of the church for the wedding, I am sure it wasn’t easy keeping Georgie focussed.”


I had been slaving all day and Miss Von Donnersmack was getting the praise for the way she kept me focussed! Pastor Vorster then said.


“You are a natural born leader I think Claire, I can see you as a future CEO of a large company if you can get this sort of work out of those in your charge. And to give up a day of your holiday, so unselfish. I am sure Mrs Falwell will be very grateful to you.”


To give up a day! She was only here for a few minutes at the start to tell me what to do, came back with Thalia to punish me and then I didn’t see her again until 5 minutes ago!


Pastor Vorster then said,


“I saw Thalia Jackson as I was driving back, a few blocks from here. I can’t believe how much she has changed!” Mrs Von Donnersmack then said,


“It is such a shame, she came from a good family but has completely gone off the rails. The way she dresses is disgraceful and the way she speaks too, always swearing. I have forbidden Claire from seeing her. They used to be such good friends.”


“We should pray for her” said Pastor Vorster.


It was all making sense now. That is why Miss Von Donnersmack had warned me not to say anything. I looked up at her and she stared back. If looks could kill I would have died that very moment. I kept quiet. Mrs Von Donnersmack then said to Miss Von Donnersmack.


“Did you have to record any infractions in Georgie’s demerit book Claire?”


“Yes, Mother, I sure did. She was too slow cleaning the windows, I gave her ample time but she took too long. I popped out to have a lunch and when I came back I caught her lying down having a rest! She back chatted on three occasions too. She also missed a patch of the floor under one of the pews. I have put it all in the book”


Pastor Vorster said,


“Eleanor will be deal with that when Georgie gets home, it is good to see you so vigilant and thorough correcting her Claire, I am impressed with your management skills. I will talk to Eleanor, I think it would be good for your development if you were involved in Georgie’s consequences too.”


“I’d be more than happy to Pastor Vorster.” piped up Miss Von Donnersmack enthusiastically.


“You are such an impressive young lady Claire, I can see a great career in management for you. A natural born leader. Honestly I have never seen the church cleaner and looking better because of your fine management skills.”


Pastor Vorster then turned to Mrs Von Donnersmack and said,


“Claire is part of the next generation of strong young female leaders in society, you have done very well raising her,”


“Thank you Pastor,” said Mrs Von Donnersmack.


I couldn’t believe it! I had been slaving away all day, Miss Von Donnersmack had done hardly anything! She set me to work then set off for the day, probably just hanging out with Ms Thalia, She came back for about 15 minutes to humiliate and hurt me and that was it. Now she was getting all the credit for all the work I had done and I was going to get more punishment when I got home. I was so tempted to speak up about Ms Thalia, I knew I could get Miss Von Donnersmack in a lot of trouble if she found out but my better sense got hold of me and I bit my tongue. To think I would be believed was too stupid an idea. It would end in more punishment without doubt. As usual I just suc-ked it up. Miss Von Donnersmack handed me my demerit book and dismissed me.


I arrived home and immediately heard Mother say,


“Georgie, come here immediately!”


I went into the lounge room and Mother and Brenda were sitting on the lounge together with another woman who I had not met before. Also there to my surprise was Georgette, the sissy from the “Ladies only” store who Mother now called my girlfriend. I stood before them handing my demerit book to Mother. She took it off me and for once didn’t open it.


“I will look at that later Georgie, this is Mrs Witherspoon who is doing the catering for the reception tomorrow. You know Georgette, give her a kiss.”


“Good evening Mrs Witherspoon.” I said meekly.


I walked over to Georgette and gave her a kiss on the cheek, I felt so embarrassed.


“That's not how you kiss your girlfriend Georgie, kiss her on the lips.” said Brenda.


Georgette blushed too as we kissed on the lips.


“So this is Georgie! Eleanor has told me you and Georgette have volunteered to be waitresses and general dogsbody’s  for me at the wedding reception tomorrow. It makes the event much cheaper for Matthew and Brenda because  I can save two casual staff wages. Now as soon as the wedding is over the two of you are to come straight to the reception. You will be dressed in these uniforms and get ready to work your little butts off!”

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

Mrs Witherspoon had our waitress’s uniform on hangers. They were black dresses, with white collars and puffy short sleeves. There was a white apron tied around the waist and a little white headpiece. Luckily she said we could wear flat shoes. If any of Brenda’s friends didn’t know I was a sissy yet, they sure would know after this. Mrs Witherspoon went on.


“The first service will be pre dinner drinks and canapĂ©s. People will be gathered in the garden and you two will be walking around with plates of food and drinks. You will have champagne, wine, beer and sparkling water. If a guest wants something else you will have to get it for them as soon as possible.”


Mother then said,


“If anyone has to wait too long for a drink there will be hell to pay Georgie, understand!”


“Yes Mother.”


“Yes Mrs Falwell.”


We both replied.


Mrs Witherspoon continued,


“Then the guests will move into the main reception area and will be seated at their tables. We will have  a board with everyone’s name and which table they are at, you two are to help anyone who cannot find their table. Then the first service will be entree. Normally I would have 4 waitresses for a party of 80 but as we only have the two of you, you will have to hurry. No dawdling or talking to guests understand?”


“Yes, Mrs Witherspoon” we replied in unison.


“Entree will have to then be cleared before main course is served. After main course is cleared, champagne will have to be served for the speeches and toasts. Once the bridal waltz is finished and  guests are dancing, you will then serve dessert. After clearing dessert you will continue serving drinks to the end. You are going to be busy girls aren’t you?”


“Yes Mrs Witherspoon.”


Mother then spoke,




“At the church, the two of you are to greet all the guests and hand them the program on arrival.
As you hand the program you will say, “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda and Matthew are so glad you could be here today.”


Brenda then added,


“Can they say “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams and the couple is so glad you could be here to witness it.”


“Yes much better.” said Mother.


What had got into Brenda? I thought. Mother then continued,


“During the service you will stand at the back of the church for the ceremony.  After the ceremony you will quickly tidy up the church, then sweep up the confetti and then hurry over to the reception hall and report to Mrs Witherspoon. Understand?”


“Yes Mother.”


“Yes Mrs Falwell.”


I raised my hand to ask a question of Mother. Before I could speak Mrs Witherspoon said,


“You have trained her so well Eleanor, needing permission to speak.”


“Thank you, and if it is a question he should know the answer to, he has learned it is better not to ask. A sissy maid should be seen and not heard I always say. All his little brain is good for is processing orders.”


The ladies had a good laugh.


“Well, what is it Georgie?”


“What am I to wear to the church Mother?”


“There obviously will not be enough time for you to change silly girl! You will be wearing the waitress uniform Mrs Witherspoon just gave you. I will record a demerit for that silly question.”


“What did I tell you
”


Again both ladies laughed.


“Now the both of you clean up the kitchen, there is some left over vegetables in the fridge. Eat them quickly, no time to heat them up then drive Georgette home. Then back home and straight to bed Georgie, you have a big day tomorrow. But before you go Georgie could you just sign this doc-ument, Brenda needs your signature before the wedding.”


I looked at the piece of paper, all it had on it was a place for name signature and date, and the same for the witness. Down the bottom of the page it said page 18. I thought that was odd and hesitated.


“Quick now.” said Mother


“You don’t want me to start reviewing your demerit book do you?”


I managed to  quash my reservations and sign the doc-ument and then proceeded to forget about it.


I ate the distasteful cold mush and then the both of us cleaned up the kitchen. Mother and Brenda had made a huge mess while I was out. Georgette had already eaten so I had to ensure I ate all of the disgusting cold mess myself. As we may have been in earshot of Mother we dare not speak to each other. It was only in the car that I managed to talk to Georgette.


“How did you get roped into this Georgette?”


“Your Mother in Law invited Mistress Vivian and Mistress Kimberly to the wedding. Vivian rang your Mother in law to accept. They got talking and the next thing I knew Vivian had volunteered me to help you. She came off the phone and said,


“Good news Georgette, you have been invited to a wedding and you get to go with your girlfriend Georgie.”


At first I thought that sounded interesting but when she started laughing. She didn’t tell me anymore until she dropped me over at you Mother in laws place tonight. I soon realised it wasn’t go to be much fun! Anyway we will have to be on our best behaviour.”


“Yes, the place is going to be full of women who will not hesitate to tell Mother if we fail in any way!”


As I dropped off Georgette, he leaned over and said,


“I will do my best to help us to get us through this Georgie.”


“Thanks Georgette”


He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I couldn’t help myself and responded and returned the kiss. Soon we were kissing passionately. I was so starved of love and affection, I don’t know what came over me. I would never have dreamed of kissing a man before Mother took control of my life. Sexually frustrated and totally dominated, feminised and emasculated. She had changed me.


Just then the car door opened. It was Mistress Vivian!


“What have we here? the two love birds going for it. Get out now Georgette!”


She yelled at Georgette.


“Eleanor will be hearing about this. You two obviously can’t be trusted to be alone together! Go home now Georgie!”


Georgette got out of the door. I saw Mistress Vivian grab him by the earlobe and march him up the stairs. There were going to be consequences for me too. My head was spinning what had become of me?


The morning of the wedding, the house was all abuzz as Brenda was getting ready. My role was to just to serve food, fetch drinks and other things any of the ladies needed. The bridesmaids looked absolutely stunning in their magenta evening dresses. I had to go over to the church before I got to see Brenda in her bridal gown.


The greeting of the guests as they arrived at the church was an absolute nightmare of a humiliation. Especially having to say,


 â€œBrenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams” to Brenda’s friends who knew me before Mother had taken charge of my life. The laughing and the whispered comments as they walked past were excruciating. Matthew and the groomsmen arrived early. As he walked into the church Matthew introduce me to the his groomsmen.


“So this is Brenda’s ex!”


 said William, who then started to laugh. Matthew then said,


“I think my shoes could do with a last minute shine.” and handed me a handkerchief.


“I think that is a job for a maid.”


I knelt down and started cleaning his shoes. The other groomsmen laughed and then made me clean their shoes too. Matthew really new how to rub salt into my wounds of humiliation.


Then there were the ladies from the church. One of them just grabbed the program out of my hands, pursed her lips and shook her head disapprovingly before walking off. Mrs Richardson actually said,


“Brenda is so lucky to be rid of you, thank God for Eleanor who helped her see the light.”


Then Miss and Mrs Von Donnersmack walked in. Claire couldn’t help herself and after I said my obligatory greeting she said,


“I am sure Brenda is excited not only to be marrying Matthew but also to be rid of a fairy like you Georgie! You are a mistake of a man. ”


After that Georgette could see the humiliations were getting to me. Tears were forming in my eyes and he came over and put his arm around me to console me. Mrs Von Donnersmack then snapped,


“There will be none of that homosexual activity in the House of God, seperate this instant the two of you!”


We quickly separated and I knew that Mother would find out about that instant and there would be even more trouble later.


Then one of Brenda’s old friends, Amanda arrived with her husband. They had come from interstate. I hadn’t seen her since my wedding to Brenda.


“George is that you? Oh my God!”


What was I to say? AlI I could manage was a meek “yes”.


She said something to her husband who raised his eyebrows and walked into the church shaking his head. The humiliations I had to endure with this greeting job were piling one on top of the other. Any male ego I might have had left was evaporating in this public shaming.


Finally Brenda arrived. Mother was with her and would be walking her down the aisle. Brenda looked absolutely immaculate and adorable. While it may have been my prolonged chastity and denial playing tricks on my mind , she seemed even more beautiful than she did on my wedding day with her. After all that happened I still loved and adored this woman and this was breaking my heart. She didn’t even acknowledge me as she walked past.


Finally the service began and I watched the whole ceremony from he back of the Church. As Brenda said her “I do," tears welled up again. It was the last nail in the coffin of any hope I had of us ever getting back together. As the couple walked out of the church the guests started showering them with confetti. Georgette and I got stuck into cleaning up the church while the guests mingled and photo’s were taken outside the church. There was a couple of hours before the reception, the couple would be getting some professional photo’s taken in a nearby garden. We then got stuck into cleaning up the confetti. There was a bit of a breeze and it seemed to have blown the confetti everywhere. Some had blown under a table in the porch of the church. I was down on my hands and knees trying to sweep it up with a dustpan and small broom when I heard Miss Von Donnersmack laugh. I looked up and she was taking a photo of me!


“I will send you this photo Georgie. the perfect wedding souvenir for you, sweeping up the confetti from your ex wife’s wedding. In fact I am friends with Brenda on Facebook now, I think I will post it there!”


Her laughter rang in my ears and I sunk deeper into misery.


After cleaning up we rushed over the Reception Hall. Mrs Witherspoon put us to work straight away. Setting the tables, laying out glasses for the bar staff and general tidying up. The guests started arriving and Georgie and I began with the trays of drinks. We had glasses of champagne, beer and sparkling water on our trays. While most guests were happy the orders for other drinks kept coming too. Miss Von Donnersmack wanted Lemon Lime and Bitters (she was still under the legal age for drinking alcohol) and she had then knack of asking me at my most stressed out moments. Before I knew it I was running back and forth to the bar as well as re stocking my tray with drinks for the other guests. CanapĂ©s had to be served too and I was getting drink orders as people finished their first drinks. This job needed a lot more than two waitresses and was getting very stressful. I was trying to remember orders while serving canapĂ©s and inevitably I forgot one or two and had to be asked a second time. I hoped in vain it wouldn’t be reported to Mother.


Serving entree and dinner was even more stressful. A number of guests had special dietary requirements which had been catered for but of course no one told us. It meant running back to the kitchen. The service would also be interrupted by more drink orders. Miss Von Donnersmack was ordering drinks even before she was finished her last drink, I was sure just to annoy me. We were being run ragged! I have never worked so hard in my life.


As some guests consumed more alcohol they were getting louder and more demanding. I ran into Georgette in the kitchen who was looking stressed out and shaken.


“What’s up Georgette?”


“It’s that groomsmen William, he keeps groping me whenever I serve him a drink. He is disgusting, I don’t think I can put up with it anymore.”


My heart went out to Georgette. She had been roped into this unfairly. I had witnessed Miss Kimberly telling him off for forgetting a drink for someone on their table. It was awful being told off in public like this. Now he had to put up with the groping William. I told him I would start looking after the bridal table.


I returned with William's Scotch.


“Your drink SIr.”


“Oh they have sent me a new faggot, the last one spilled some drink on my shoe can you bend down and clean it off. “


I grabbed a tissue , his shoe was fine but I wiped it anyway. My crotch was now out of view, blocked by the table and he reached down and squeezed my balls hard. It took all my effort not to scream. I got up quickly. William was laughing.


“Get Robert another Scotch too faggot.”


“And make it snappy.” said the other groomsman Robert.


I could now see why Georgette was so upset. These two were obnoxious and horrible. I hurried off to get the drink.


Finally it was time for the speeches. We had to hurry to make sure everyone had champagne or an alternative for the toasts. It was a slight rest for Georgette and I, though we were on standby with champagne bottles if anyone needed a top up.