Making a Sissy Maid - Chapters 1-4
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Chapter 1: Chris and Paige
I guess I started withdrawing from my school friends at about the time my
mother re-married and when I was about fourteen. My father had left two
years before and we'd not heard from since. In that time I'd felt I'd got
closer and closer to my mother, and we'd always been pretty close. We'd
spend a lot of time together - playing games, talking about things,
cooking, cleaning our small house in a less than fashionable suburb. We
became like friends, I even started calling her by her name, Paige, and
it seemed pretty normal to do that.
So it was ok when Paige started going out again. I was fourteen and able
to look after myself for a few hours on Friday or Saturday night. It also
meant I could sit with her as she got ready. I really loved the intimacy
of watching her dress and helping her chose what jewellery to wear. I
guess somehow I was too caught up in watching her do her make up when
dressed in lovely lingerie to think about the consequences of what she
was off to do. I just liked to look at her still quite young body in
black lace, in red satin and especially in black stockings.
Sometimes I also used to sit up with her when Paige got back from her
nights out - she never called them dates - and hear about the fun she
had, where she went, who she met. It never sounded serious and she never
really talked about any guy in particular. That is until she mentioned
Dirk. Then really quickly, maybe over just three or four weeks, he was
all she talked about. Suddenly it was just Dirk she went out with and
these were dates. She said as much. And before I could get my head round
this new man in her live she was enthusing about him and how I really
needed to meet him. I really did not. And I really did not like the
thought that all this dressing in sexy outfits and beautiful lingerie was
for him, not me.
But whether I liked it or not I was told loads about him. At first facts
- he was older. Paige was actually quite young, still in her thirties,
even though she most often dressed and behaved quite maturely. Dirk was
however in his early fifties - although Paige insisted in great shape and
looked much younger than he really was. He was pretty wealthy it seemed
and owned a huge house in country - staying in his swish apartment in
town when he dated my mother. He also had a daughter who, unbelievably to
me, was almost my mother's age.
Then gradually over the weeks and as the dates increased in regularity
Paige moved on from facts about Dirk to her feelings for him. She came
back quite late and quite tipsy one night. With a real flush on her face
and giggling like a school girl gave me an update that I really did not
want to hear about. She and Dirk had gone back to his apartment and 'made
out'. That was her phrase. But even though she tried at first to keep her
giggling update clean for my young ears she kept slipping in details.
"Oh god, Chris, he was all over me," she gushed, "I felt so wanted and
*giggles* god I wanted him too. I mean it's been at least two years."
She sat on my bed as she told me this. I knew what she meant and had very
mixed feelings. On one hand the closeness of my still sexy mother, now in
a short satin dressing gown over her beautiful underwear, was so nice and
it was strangely thrilling to hear what she had been up to with this man.
On the other I felt excluded and not part of something huge in her life
where before we'd shared everything.
She leant forward almost shyly, her gown slipping open slightly to reveal
more of a black lace and almost sheer bra and an edge of a nipple within
the expensively embroidered cup. I tried not to stare but her breasts
looked so lovely in that bra. "He just took me in his arms, oh god Chris,
he just wanted me. I couldn't have stopped him - even if I'd wanted to!"
Somehow this was exciting. I could feel my cock grow hard under the quilt
as I sideways stared at Paige's lovely breast in that so sexy bra, cupped
into a perfect mound. And her description of her evening with Dirk was
actually exciting - I could not explain how. "He didn't speak, you know?
He just kissed me and began to undo my buttons. Oh god Chris I almost
jumped him right then," she giggled again, "but just managed to keep it
together. Then, he seemed to throw my blouse and skirt off me and the
next thing I knew he'd just picked me right up and carried me to his bed.
I shouldn't be telling you all this but I really need to tell someone."
Paige glanced at me and I nodded my ok, after all this was a hot story.
"And then he was right on me. I just lay there and he did everything. I
felt so womanly and so wanted."
"He just peeled of my underwear. I don't remember undressing him but the
next thing was naked on top of me. God he was so big! I just wrapped
myself around him and held on while he made love to me. He was so strong
and kept going for ages. He must be so fit. I lost track of time I guess
but he must have gone on for half an hour or more. I was just so, you
know, carried away!"
I realised I'd got quite flushed and my erection was stiff as could be. I
wanted to hear more and get more details. But my mother seemed to
suddenly think about what she was doing with her son. She picked up my
hand. "Chris, I think I really like him. I still love you and that's why
I came straight back here. I want you to be sure you know that. But I
really want to see more Dirk, you're ok with this?"
What could I say? Paige had sat back up at that last statement and pulled
her gown closed. She kissed my forehead and said goodnight and left. And
I was left with a huge erection and a mind full of images of this
stranger fucking my mother. This stranger with a huge cock, compared to
my own not very large peenie. This stranger as he ploughed his huge cock
into my mother's pussy as she moaned and groaned in ecstasy. I came in
large thick spurts into my hand and fell asleep.
Chapter 2: Paige and Dirk
Paige and Dirk were to get married that November. It was to be a pretty
quiet event, really just my mother and me and Dirk and his daughter. Eve
was a surprise. I first met her just one month before the wedding. In
fact, it all happened so quickly that I had really only met Dirk maybe
four times before the wedding.
Eve was clearly a strong woman. She was almost my mother's age but if
anything looked a little older. She was tall and statuesque - strong
limbed but not at all over-weight. But it was not so much her build that
struck you when you first saw her as her dress and style. I almost choked
in surprise when I first met this goddess in satin in Dirk's large west
end apartment. She worked in some private school as the head mistress and
I guessed she was still in her work clothes. Later I discovered she only
wore work clothes.
She turned as Paige and I entered the room, smiled briefly at Paige and
turned to me and held out her hand. It was a perfectly manicured hand
with dark ruby nail varnish and large jewelled rings on two fingers. This
perfectly shaped hand rose out from a crisp white satin blouse with a
heavy silver bracelet slipping down from her wrist. The blouse had deep
cuffs and surprisingly full cut on the sleeves. As I took her hand in a
short hand shake my eyes travelled along the sheer white sleeve to her
collar, and a black satin choker round her neck, with much up effort up
to meet her gaze.
"So this is Chris, how lovely," she purred. I mean, really this was a
purr. I could not tell if this was the purr of pleasure or a purr like a
big cat about to pounce. I immediately blushed furiously and mumbled some
sort of hello.
"Oh how lovely, you're quite shy." Eve laughed, not at me so much as with
everyone else. There was a little slightly awkward laugh from Paige and
Dirk.
"He's not usually this shy," Paige said, no doubt trying to help me out
but in fact establishing the state that these three adults could talk
about me, right in front of me, as if I was not here at all. I just stood
blushing while they carried on discussing me. "He can be quite quiet
though at times. Since his father, you know, passed away."
"Oh I think it is really sweet when a boy it a little shy," said Eve,
"much better than those rather rowdy boys that seem to be so common these
days. No I do prefer the more sensitive ones." As she spoke she looked
me up and down. Not that there is much too look at I guess as I'm not the
tallest kid and little weedy still. I almost squirmed under her
inspection.
I sorted of mumbled a thank you, not sure if that was what I was meant to
say. Eve just smiled and the adults continued the conversation. I sat in
a huge arm chair for the rest of the afternoon, sipping a glass of
lemonade, and basically just watching. I watched Paige, who looked very,
very smart and sophisticated. She had dressed up as smartly and sexily as
she did for every meeting she had with Dirk. By now I knew pretty much
all of her outfits and sets of underwear and I knew exactly what she was
wearing today as I'd helped her chose the underwear and the dress.
This ritual of me helping my mother dress was quickly becoming a
favourite time together. I loved it when she held out two or three
different bras and looked at me "which one honey?" I'd no idea as I loved
the look of all of her bras and just randomly picked one - often the
laciest. She looked so sexy in lacy underwear that this seemed the best
choice. Then she'd pick up the matching set, Paige almost always wore
suspender belt and stockings as well the bra and panties, and slipped
into her en suite to change into them. Then she was come out looking so,
so sexy and sit on the edge of the bed to slip on her stockings. We would
chat about school and stuff but really I was watching her dress with awe
and excitement.
Earlier today we'd sat there and I'd chosen a particularly sexy pale
cream outfit with a slightly long line bra, almost like a bustier, and
french knickers that came with suspenders fitted. She wore beige
stockings and a full lacy slip. It was so hard not to reach out to stroke
the beautiful soft satin and lace. She slipped on a lovely dress over the
top and sat down again. "Chris, would you be a dear and help me?" She did
not really need to ask as I knew exactly what she now wanted. "Can you
just grab those white pumps and slip them onto my feet please? I can't
ever seem to get the straps right..."
I was only my knees in front of her like a shot. I'd already figured she
would want to wear the high heel white pumps and had spotted them by her
dresser. I grabbed them and then kneeling in front of her gently raised
on foot by her ankle and slipped her foot into the shoe. This was almost
like a ritual and done in silence. Just the slight rasp of the shoe
leather against her sheer stockings and the almost audible 'swumph' as
her heel slid into place in the shoe. I reluctantly let go of her ankle,
'accidentally' stroking the fine fabric of her stocking as I did, and put
her foot into my lap. I then buckled the thin strap round her ankle. This
was repeated for the other foot. This ritual always caused me to get so
very hard. Once both shoes were on I just could not stand up in front of
my mother as my cock was now straining in my trousers. So every time
Paige would give a smile and stand up to cross over to her dresser,
leaving me stuck on the floor. I'd stay there while she did her make up.
As I gazed at Paige and recalled the eroticism of today's dressing
session with my mother, my eye was caught by Eve. She was staring right
at me even though she was carrying on the conversation with Dirk and
Paige. She had definitely caught me gazing lovingly at my mother and her
lovely outfit. She slightly raised an eyebrow as she looked directly at
me. I blushed again. I could tell she just knew, just knew that I had
been helping my mother dress and helping my mother chose her lingerie.
Her look made me think that she suspected even more. Embarrassed I
glanced away and pretended to look round the room.
"Chris," she said to me, "Chris, do you want to see the rest of daddy's
apartment? You seem a bit bored here. I can show you round and we can see
if we can be friends."
"Emm, yeah, ok," was all I could think to say. Paige immediately told us
that this was a great idea - she was clearly very anxious the Eve and I
got on.
Eve stood and opened the lounge door and I followed. She kept a running
commentary going all round the apartment: the kitchen, the dining room,
the games room, the study, the 5 bedrooms, the huge main bathroom, the
balcony. This was a seriously expensive place. And it was hard not to be
impressed and wish you could live here.
At the last room Eve hesitated before opening the door. "And this is just
my room, nothing much to see here." She pulled back an inch as if she
thought better of opening the door.
I really wanted to see her room. As she had led me round the apartment I
had watched her as much as look at the rooms and the décor. The tight
black satin skirt she wore was difficult to ignore - especially with her
fine round buttocks. As she sashayed from room to room I followed, my
eyes glued to that incredibly sexy rump. And on one occasion the crisp
white blouse had become almost transparent with the light from a window
behind Eve and the clear outline of a full breast, shaped by expensive
lingerie, was revealed as she pointed to some architectural feature. I
wanted to see where a goddess like this slept.
"We might as well," I said perhaps too quickly, "you know, finish the
tour."
"It is only my room and I'm afraid probably a little messy."
"I'm not bothered by mess," I said surprised that this beautifully
presented woman would ever be untidy. "And I'd love to see your room, you
know, to get to know you better."
Eve stood for a second and looked at me. She smiled. "Why, if you really
do want to see my boudoir then you must. I would not want to deprive you
of this." Every word she said felt loaded with innuendo and meaning. She
held the door open for me and flicked on the lights as the room was
surprisingly dark.
I almost gasped out loud; I think I might have even let out a little
'oh'. This was a fabulous and sumptuous room. This was definitely a
boudoir not just a bedroom. It was dark in colour and the heavily draped
curtains and almost opaque nets over the windows meant there seemed to be
little natural light.
But it was not gloomy. The many low level lights gave it a warm, heady
feel. It was sexy but in a rich, decadent way. The furniture was dark and
old fashioned and almost every item had some piece of clothing draped
over it or hanging out from a drawer or hung carelessly off a half open
door. And when I say 'clothing' I mean underwear. Stockings, slips, bras,
panties, suspender belts, even a very full looking petticoat lay on the
seat of ruby red chair.
I was probably drooling. I certainly was silent as I walked dream like
into her bedroom and took in all the fabulous lingerie on display -
imagining what other beautiful items she had that were still hidden in
drawers and wardrobes. I suddenly realised that I had walked right up to
that petticoat on the chair, and had half picked it up to feel the lovely
satiny texture and stroke the lacy edging.
I heard Eve laugh softly. "Do you like my room then?"
I dropped the petticoat and blushed crimson. Unable to answer.
"I can see you like my undies," she came up to me, "but then I suspected
that you might."
"They're very lovely." I could not lie or even pretend that I was not
fascinated.
"I knew you would like them. I love beautiful lingerie too. Please, don't
be shy, have a proper look. See, this is one of my favourite bras; its
silk and just a lovely shade of blue." Eve held out a sumptuous and sexy
bra to me. I took it from her and admired the design and the material -
it was sexy and very, very feminine. I stroked the soft silk fabric with
my fingers and then on impulse stroked it against my cheek.
Again Eve laughed. "Oh, Chris you really do like this sort of lady's
underwear, don't you?" I just nodded. "I know you did. I'd heard about
you from Paige and seen a picture of you. I just knew you loved lingerie.
You like to help Paige dress don't you?" Again I just nodded, stroking
the silky bra. "And you like to put on sexy undies as well. I'm not wrong
am I?"
I began to cry quietly. I'd never told anyone this. It was my one secret
from Paige, something I felt was somehow wrong and not something I could
tell her. But equally I just could not lie to Eve or even pretend that
she was wrong.
"Oh little Chris, don't cry like a sissy. I don't think you are bad for
wanting to try on lovely lingerie. I am not angry with you. And I won't
tell anyone unless you want me to. Do you?"
"No, no. Please don't tell Paige or Dirk, please. I'd die of
embarrassment. No-one knows, please Eve." I was suddenly quite afraid,
what might Eve do?
She smiled. "Chris, shh. There is no need to worry. It's just our little
secret. I won't tell. You and I can keep this secret together - like very
close friends."
I looked up at her. She was being so nice and yet the look in her eyes
made me think that I should not be too happy about this arrangement.
Chapter 3: Eve and Chris
I got a surprise call from Eve about a week after I first met her. I knew
that Paige was round with Dirk but I had not realised that Eve would be
with them. She told me that the next day, it being Friday, our two
parents were going to go off for a weekend together. They'd only just
decided and that they had asked Eve if she would look after me and keep
me company. She didn't say baby-sit but the tone in her voice said as
much.
"What all weekend?" I asked. I was hugely surprised that Paige had not
asked me first; she never even went out for an evening without checking
with me.
"It seems so, Chris. They just thought a weekend away would be best
before they commit to each other. It was just decided at lunch today. So,
is this ok with you?" I could almost hear a superior tone in her voice,
that it was her and not Paige asking me.
"I guess, what, at your apartment?"
"Well there's a whole games room and lots more space. It'll be fun."
So that was that. Paige came back that evening and was so nice to me. She
hugged me and thanked me for being so understanding and willing to help
her out. It was almost as if she hadn't been certain that I'd be willing
to stay with Eve and let her and Dirk head off for the weekend. But it
was already agreed and Paige was clearly excited as she packed for their
trip.
When she went to her underwear drawers, she turned to me and asked "what
do you think I need for this weekend? We're going to a luxury hotel in
the city and I'm guessing we'll be eating out in some pretty fancy
places."
I walked over to her to help. "Paige, this will call for some of your
best lingerie. Perhaps the pale blue set and your cream basque." Suddenly
I realised that I'd made a big mistake. The basque was new. She'd only
bought the previous week and she'd never shown it to me. I only knew
about it from one of my many explorations of her underwear drawers. Two
days ago when Paige was out with Dirk one afternoon I had opened the
bottom drawer to find the basque still in its packaging. This was so
annoying because as soon as I saw it I knew I wanted to see it properly
and even to try it on. However, any visible sign that the packaging had
been opened would be risking too much.
Paige gave me a funny look but did not say anything. She took out the
basque, still in its pack, and the bra, panties and suspender set in blue
plus other items. I noticed that all of the pieces of lingerie she took
were her sexiest. I was so jealous but not completely sure if I was
jealous of her or of Dirk.
The next day Paige drove me to Dirk's apartment where as soon as we got
there, she and Dirk headed off. I was left with Eve standing behind me in
the doorway of the apartment.
"Come in little Chris." Eve walked back into the apartment. "We've so
much to do over this weekend."
She walked to her bedroom and I followed. Just following her was a dream.
She wore a tight black satin skirt, a very fitted white blouse and very
high heels in patent leather. Her bottom wiggled seductively as she
walked.
Once I was inside she turned round. "Strip sissy boy." Her voice was very
commanding and I only hesitated for a second. "I said strip, now do it."
I immediately pulled all my clothes off.
Eve walked round me, checking out my body. "You are a very slight little
boy, Chrissie. Yes, a very slender sissy boy. Now all we need is to tidy
up some hairy bits on your legs and you'll be perfect."
"What do you mean?" I asked, getting nervous.
"I mean little Chrissie that if we are to dress you like the sissy boy-
girl that you are then we need to shave your legs and trim your pubes.
You are very feminine already but even though most of your hairs are fair
and fine they need to go. Follow me into my en suite"
Once in her bathroom she produced a can of shaving cream and covered my
legs and crotch with foam. She then took a lady-shave and deftly shaved
my shins of all their hair, not that there was much and I'd no hair on my
thighs, apart from a few pubes at the very top. These she quickly removed
and set about my pubic thatch proper. I did not have a very hairy bush
but Eve trimmed them all shorter and removed all but a little strip in
the middle.
"There, a perfect little landing strip, you little hussy," Eve laughed as
she washed away the foam and the hairs. She then quickly dried my legs
with a soft pink towel and led me into the bedroom again.
"Now Chrissie, we've not really had a chance to talk about this have we?
But I'm sure that you want this as much as I want it. You do know what
I'm talking about? Yes, you do. Now let's get started shall we?"
Eve led me over to her bed and sat me down. She then went over to one of
her many chests of drawers and pulled open a middle drawer. She took out
what looked like very lacy, very frilly pink panties and a matching bra.
She then opened another drawer and took out what looked like a pale pink
basque, rolled up. And then she picked up a packet of stockings from the
top of the chest. She turned and stood in front of me.
"You dress in your mother's undies, don't you Chrissie?"
I blushed deep red and mumbled something about having only done that once
or twice. I was stunned when she slapped be brusquely across the face,
not hard but sharp enough.
"Do not lie to me sissy," she hissed and sounded furious with real
threatening edge to her voice, "tell me the truth"
"Yes Eve," I said quietly, "I love to wear Paige's lingerie. I love the
feel of the silks and satins and I love walking round the house in
stockings. I'm sorry"
"And you love being a sissy, don't you Chrissie?"
"Yes, I love being all girly and sissy"
"That's better." Suddenly Eve was calm again. "I think you'll make a
lovely little sissy girl. Now let's get you dressed and see what you look
like."
She dressed me quickly and efficiently. It dawned on me that Eve had done
this before - and not just dressed herself. She'd clearly dressed someone
else before and knew exactly what to do. She lifted my left leg and
rolled a seamed stocking up my leg, and then repeated it on the other
leg. These were deliciously fine pale tan stockings with a fully fitted
feet and deep lace tops.
Them she stood me up and slipped the bra over my arms. She fastened it at
the back, quite tightly and straightened the straps. She then fixed the
suspender belt round my waist and clipped the six suspenders to the
stocking tops. Finally she had me step into the panties and she pulled
them up my legs and snugged them in place.
She stood back and looked at me. I also checked my lovely new lingerie.
The pink lace was just beautiful, especially on the cups of the bra and
the front of the panties. The suspender belt was very deep with slight
boning. The back of the panties were covered in seven or eight fine
layers of frilly lace - these covered my bottom in a particularly sissy
way.
"This is much better, isn't it?" Eve stroked my thighs and bottom as she
walked round me. "But your bust needs to be enhanced, let's pop these
little foam breasts into the cups of your bra." She slipped the fake
breasts into the cups and I had a lovely full C cup bust. The fake
breasts were very realistic with hard little nipples and weighed more
than the foam so they felt very real.
"Now let's give you a proper girly shape, "she picked up the item I had
thought was a basque and unrolled it. It clear to me now this piece of
pink satin was a short corset or waist cincher. I'd seen pictures of
these and fantasised about what they would be like to wear. Here suddenly
I was going to be dressed in one.
"I'll just slip this round your waist, oh yes, this is going to fit
beautifully. Now if you can fasten those clasps at the front, Chrissie."
I felt a little thrill as I did up the clasps - partly due to the feeling
of the corset as it pressed all around me and partly from Eve calling me
by such a girly name. As soon as the five metal clasps were properly done
up Eve started tugging on the laces at the back.
"Now we need to pull in from the top and the bottom. Maybe you need to
hold onto something as this may take a little pulling first time round."
I did not miss the implication of Eve saying first time round - this
dressing game was definitely not a one off in Eve's mind. I reached out
to the nearest bed post of her sumptuous four poster as Eve started
pulling harder on the corset cords.
She systematically tugged loops from the top and the bottom of the
corset, each time pulling the rigid satin tighter and tighter. Then when
she had both lengths pulled out at the middle part of the lacing she told
me to hold on as she put a surprising effort into a couple of hard tugs.
I gasped at each pull.
"God, Eve, that's too tight, that's hurting!"
"Don't be silly little sissy. Of course it's tight. Look what a lovely
shape this gives you. You'll get used to the tightness and you'll love
your new curves so much you will soon forget about any little hurting."
Right enough this lovely pink satin corset pulled me in fantastically
well. I had a proper waist - goodness knows how much Eve had pulled me in
from my normal slender 28 inches. Maybe as much as 5 or 6 inches. I
breathed lightly and a little light headedly as I got used to the
constant pressure of the corset.
"Oh yes, that's much better. We are going to get you all made up now."
Eve took my hand and led me over to her dressing table. I sat in front of
the mirror and the rows and rows of cosmetics, very aware of how upright
the stiff corset made me.
"Now you do have a lovely posture with this corset on. Yes, just place
your hands on your lap like a little sissy and let me sort out your make
up. Something quite light and pink and girly I think..." Eve set to work,
smoothing on a light foundation, brushing on a little dark pink blusher
and then carefully making up my eyes. I sat as if in a daze - just loving
the soft and gentle attention.
Lastly Eve took a tube of very pink lip gloss and slowly coated my lips
with a sweet smelling and very sensuous looking coating. Looking in the
mirror I saw myself as a very girly girl, hardly a sign of maleness to my
made up face and oh so sexy little body.
"Oh my goodness, Eve, you've made me so lovely. Oh thank you so much."
"I'm not quite finished my little Chrissie. I've this lovely long blonde
wig and that will finish your look." She pulled a very full looking wig
from a box on the floor and pulled it into position on my head. Then she
deftly brushed the wig out into a very feminine shape - the long blonde
hairs cascading over my shoulders.
I was speechless as I admired myself in the mirror. I stood up and Eve
led me to a full length mirror across the room. I twirled and preened and
admired myself from every angle. The whole look was so pink and feminine
- girly on a woman; sissy on me.
"Oh thank you Eve. I look to lovely. I've never been able to make myself
look so pretty. This is just incredible and my lingerie feels so
unbelievable."
"Step into these shoes, Chrissie. They are going to be about as high as
you can probably cope with - I'd ideally prefer something at about six or
more inches on the heel, but these will do." Eve held a pair of high heel
white pumps - the heel looked plenty high to me. She knelt down in front
of me and slipped each of my feet into the shoes. I had to hold onto the
frame of the mirror to stop from losing my balance.
"This is the last time I'll be on my knees for you Chrissie. But we need
to get these straps done up and with your corset you would not manage to
reach."
I had not even thought of that as I felt Eve tighten the ankle strap of
the left shoe. As she fastened the buckle I heard a faint 'click'. I
glanced down as Eve fastened the strap on the right shoe - just too late
to see the tiny padlock on that side also click shut.
Eve stood up and look me in the eye. I glanced away, suddenly feeling vey
vulnerable. "Yes, they locked on Chrissie, so you don't get lazy and try
to kick them off. You are locked into your shoes."
Eve smiled at me as I simpered in front of her. This was a little bit
scary but also a lot exciting.
"How does it make you feel? Do you feel trapped, my dear? And do you feel
girly?"
"Oh, yes, yes Eve," I gushed, letting my voice rise to more feminine
level.
"And do you feel very sissy, Chrissie?"
I twirled around in front of her. "Yes, very sissy. I mean look at how
pretty and pink and sissy I look!"
Eve smiled and took my hand. "Then you need one final thing. I dressed
you up so you could be my sissy maid for the weekend. And you've just
agreed you are the most sissy thing ever - so let's get you into a pretty
little maids outfit!!"
I hesitated and Eve had to pull me towards her huge wardrobe. "You will
just love this sissy maid's dress Chrissie. This pretty lacy dress is
everything you've dreamed of."
Her words took away any doubt in my mind and as she reached into the
wardrobe I leaned forward to see what the dress looked like. It did not
disappoint and Eve was right. This was a most sissy dress. It was a dream
of satin and lace. Layers of frilly lace covered a blush pink satin, with
satin bows of bright pink and deep frothing of white lace across every
edge - the sleeves, the neck line and the skirt. It was almost a sissy
party dress, almost a maid's dress.
First she had me slip a frothy crinoline petticoat on. It's satin top
billowed out into a mass of pale pink lacing. I could feel the soft lace
and satin run softly against my stockings. Its was lovely and it would
make the sissy dress so dreamy.
Eve carefully pulled the dress down over me. I slipped my arms into the
puffy sleeves and stoked the dress into place. Eve zipped it up at the
back and the zip came right up to the top of the lacy neck collar. This
lace collar closely covered my neck almost to my jaw. I distinctly heard
another 'click' and the tug on the neck made me sure Eve had padlocked my
dress onto me.
Eve sorted the way the dress lay over the petticoat until she was happy
with the way it sat. She held me by the shoulders and turned me to face
the mirror.
I gasped out loud. I was a perfect sissy this lovely frilly dress of
pink. As I just stared at my sissy reflection Eve tied a white satin
apron round my waist, tying a big satin bow at my back.
"You are my sissy maid now, Chrissie," she said in satisfaction.
Chapter 4: Eve and her maid
"Oh yes I am," I whispered, "I'm your little sissy maid!" I had no idea
what I had let myself in for but the thought was just so exciting.
"Do you promise, Chrissie? Do you promise to be my sissy maid for this
weekend?" Eve watched me admire myself in the mirror.
"Oh yes please, Eve." I nodded enthusiastically. I could not believe all
this had happened to me. How incredibly lucky it seemed to have met Eve
and for her to have turned out to be so lovely and thoughtful. It really
was like a dream come true - more than that. In my wildest dreams I would
not have thought of ending up dressed and made up so beautifully.
Eve smiled. If I'd been watching her rather than staring at my lovely
dress from every possible angle I might have noticed a cruel twist to
that smile. But instead I was looking at every detail on the dress - the
little bows that circled the hem, the lace details over the bodice, the
cascading lace from the puff sleeves that covered my elbows.
"And as my sissy maid," Eve leaned towards me, still holding my
shoulders," you'll do everything I ask of you?"
"Of course I will, I'll be the best maid you ever had."
"And you do know that if you disappoint me you may need to be corrected?"
"Oh Eve, I'll not disappoint you, I'll be the most obedient little sissy
maid you ever had!" I was gushing my promises in a lisping voice -
feeling every inch a girly sissy.
"And you know that if you do not obey me and carry out my orders then I
will have to tell Paige about you!"
This threat seemed so unnecessary and so unexpected. It made me turn from
my reflection and look at Eve. "Why would you do that? I thought we were
friends?"
"Well then let's make sure there is no need to tell Paige anything. All
you need to do is obey my instructions and do as you are told."
"But of course I will, Eve. I'm your sissy maid and it's my job to do as
you ask." I smiled and hugged myself. "What can I do for you right now?"
"Well, you can get me supper. Come, I'll show you where everything is in
the kitchen. You'll need to know if you are to be my maid for the
weekend!"
She led me through the apartment. I struggled to keep up in my high heel
shoes. I kept off balancing and almost fell a couple of times. But the
feeling of the flouncing petticoats and the rustle of my stockings was
just exhilarating. And when we got to the kitchen with its tiled floor
and I heard the unmistakable clicking of my heels on the floor I almost
swooned. I was the most girly sissy ever.
Eve quickly told me what she wanted - a salad and pate with white wine -
and told me where everything was. She was impatient when I got confused
and exasperated when I did not know which of the white wines to pour. But
eventually I got everything together and followed her with her supper on
a tray through to the dining room.
She sat imperiously as I laid out her meal in front of her. She examined
the plate, the cutlery and the napkin - at least I'd remembered that.
"Chrissie, that was very poor but I cannot wait any longer. This standard
will most certainly improve over the weekend. I will help you by pointing
out your mistakes and you had better pay attention. I will also help you
by punishing poor work. This punishment is for your good - do you
understand?"
I nodded, "Yes miss."
Eve smiled. "Good girl. That's exactly the attitude I want. We will
punish after I have eaten my supper. Please pass me my magazine from the
sitting room and then wait in the corner for me."
I swished through to the next room, getting a little better in my heels,
or at least a bit less unbalanced. I found a copy of Vogue open on a low
table and tried to bend to pick it up. Suddenly I realised just how tight
and restrictive my corset really was. There was just no bending at the
waist. I dipped my knees in a little curtsey like move and reached down
to pick up the magazine. "How very feminine!" I thought and smiled to
myself.
I swished back to Eve in the dining room and carefully held out the
magazine for her to take. She did so rather brusquely and stared at me -
dashing my happy thoughts.
"Chrissie, I told you, get into the corner while I eat. I do not want you
gawping at me." I turned to the nearest corner. "That's it, hands clasped
behind your back so I can see them, head up straight, back straight, toes
straight...and no fidgeting."
I stood as still as I could, and kept my eyes fixed onto the corner of
the room as I listened to the tinkle of Eve's cutlery and the occasional
glossy page being turned. I was very aware of the uncomfortable height of
my heels and kept having to shift my weight from one foot to the other. I
was also very aware of the lovely softness of my pretty satin dress and
its fluffy petticoats and could barely keep my hands from stroking it. On
top of all that I was very aware of my tight corset and my new large
breasts pushing against my dress and this thrill made me so breathless I
was almost panting. I lost track of time and closed my eyes as I let the
feelings of femininity take over me.
I was in a daze of feeling when out of nowhere Eve came up behind me and
grabbed my neck in a painful grip. She was clearly furiously angry, and I
was completely taken by surprise.
"You useless little sissy slut!" Eve spat, "What did I tell you?"
"To stand in the corner, miss, like I did miss." My pleadings were
pathetic.
"To stand straight and not to move, you little tramp!" Eve leant close to
my ear. "But oh no, even a simple instruction like that is too difficult
for little sissy Chrissie. So I have to put up with moaning and your
simpering and your disgusting self caresses."
"I didn't realise, miss," I was almost sobbing, "I'll try harder,
please."
"Not good enough," Eve stated. "You were already due some punishment and
this sort of insolence will mean we can help you out with proper
punishment. I had been thinking about a little spanking to introduce you
to the pleasures of correction. Your inability to follow even simple
directions means we can go further than just a light spanking. Oh yes,
much further!"
She dragged me by the scruff of the neck through to her bedroom and
practically threw me over the ottoman at the base of her bed. I collapsed
over the ottoman with my face falling into the deep quilt on her bed and
my knees on the floor. Before I could even think or work out what was
happening Eve had grabbed one hand and then the other, stretching my arms
out to my sides. It was only when I tried to move my arms that I realized
that she had tied my wrists to the bed posts.
"Right little missy sissy, remember this is all for your own good. This
is to make you a better sissy maid."
I think I just whimpered in fright at that. My face was still in the silk
covered deep quilt on her bed and I could not see what Eve was doing
being me. I felt my petticoats and dress being lifted from my bottom and
pressed down onto my back. I felt a hand pull my knickers up and tightly
pulled between my ass cheeks, exposing my white buttocks. I felt a hand
caress my bottom. And then nothing. I was breathing heavily into the
quilt, almost sobbing, and this muffled the sounds around me. I could not
really here what Eve was doing and she had stopped touching me. I waited
for minutes trying to slow my breathing.
Whack!
My whole body lifted from the bed and fell back. I gasped and cried out
"my god, ouch! Eve! Arghh!"
Whack again. Eve must have been using a paddle or strap to whip me. The
shock was incredible and then through the shock the pain on my buttocks.
"Well, Chrissie, count them!" Eve told me and unleashed another loud slap
on my poor bottom.
"Ow, ow!" I sobbed, "two, no three, please miss! That's enough!"
I heard laugh as yet another stroke of the strap cut across my butt
cheeks. "Two you think?"
"No, three now miss, please." My pathetic pleadings were met by three
hard slaps in quick succession. "Four, five, six, miss."
Eve now stroked my raw bottom with her hand. "There now, this is not so
bad. Is it? Now you know what a little punishment feels like ... what do
you say?"
"Thank you miss Eve," I said instinctively.
"Good girl." Eve pulled my knickers back into place and pulled down my
dress and petticoat. "Now stand up, you need to get back to being my
maid, remember?"
I stood in front of Eve, very aware of my stinging bottom, and tried a
little curtsey. Eve smiled. "How very sweet. Now you must do something to
please your mistress - do you think you can do this?"
I nodded, not sure how much to commit myself. Eve smiled again and I
noticed she was gently caressing her legs. She had pulled her tight skirt
up quite far and was stroking her thighs. Now she twisted round to unzip
the skirt and lifted her bottom to slide the skirt down her legs and off.
She sat back in her stocking legs and carelessly kicked the skirt across
the room.
Her hands went back to her lovely thighs and she ran her finger-tips
around the deep lace tops of her black stockings. She looked up at me as
she slipped her hands between her thighs and ran them down to her knees
as she slowly spread her legs apart. I almost gasped out loud as her
perfectly trimmed, beautifully shaped pussy was revealed to me.
"I never wear panties. Only sissies wear panties. I like to be free and
accessible. Especially when I'm as hot and wet as I am now. Do you like
what you see?"
I could only nod. This was a vision of heaven for me - the much dreamed
of but never seen holy grail. I couldn't even take my eyes off her lovely
pussy.
"Good. Then you need to worship my pussy, sissy. You need to get down
onto your knees and pay the deepest, deepest respect to my womanhood."
I did. I almost dived down in front of Eve, my little frilly skirt and
petticoat puffing up round my waist as I fell onto my knees. Eve parted
her legs further as I leant in to her crotch. I just knew what she wanted
me to do - to kiss and lick her pussy. And I was desperate to do just
that. I'd read about this and fantasised about this. I just did not know
what I was actually going to do.
The first thing that struck me was her powerful, deep female smell. The
second thing was that her pussy lips, revealed beneath her delicate and
expertly trimmed tiny fluff of a bush, were moist - almost dripping.
I clumsily planted a full lip kiss on her bush. Hesitated then ran my
tongue from the edge of her lips up across her fluff of hair.
Above me I heard Eve laugh. "Oh my god, you really have no idea. How
perfect. We will have such fun educating you. Now, get your dainty little
tongue right down deep into my pussy!"
Over the next hour Eve instructed me in exactly how to pleasure her with
my mouth and tongue. My neck and tongue ached after barely twenty minutes
but she demanded that I kept going. I licked her pussy until my tongue
felt raw, I deeply kissed her mound until my face was dripping with her
juices, I nibbled and tweaked her clit until my neck got a crick. Then
when I felt I could hardly keep going she fell back onto the bed and
brought her legs up into the air to present her tight puckered hole. I
was made to kiss and tongue and worship her arse hole. And I did, I drove
my tongue deep into her anus and felt the deep, deep shame and thrill of
knowing I was Eve's arse-licking sissy. Forever.