The making of a Sissy Maid Husband,The Announcement

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By Ms Ellen Wooton

Posted on April 13th, 2011 ~ 7:59 am

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It was 15 years into our marriage before Glen confided into me his desire to become a sissy. At first I was horrified. How could he keep a secret from me all those years! My first thought was that maybe Glen was gay and had been living a lie all these years. I was really angry and thought it spelt the end of our marriage. I told him to get out of the house immediately. That night I visited my dearest girlfriend Amy and confided in her the whole story. Over a bottle of wine Amy managed to convince me that perhaps this was the best thing that could ever happen to our marriage. Rather than dump Glen she convinced me it would be simple to use his fantasy to enslave him totally. She said men fantasise about this sort of thing and it would be easy to get him to agree to a set of conditions that he could never get out of it. If he wanted humiliation let him have it and pay the consequences! Think of the advantages. I could enforce chastity on him and having him begging for the slightest sexual favours while at the same time I could take on a lover if I so chose. I would never have to do any housework again. I could be sure he would never cheat on me, never go out with the boys and never be a lazy slob ever again. I would become the centre of his universe and he would be eager to do my bidding in all things. He would hand control of his bank account to me and I could make all purchase decisions. I could put him on an allowance and how much he would get would be at my discretion. I could get him to sign the house and the share portfolio over to me. This really was a much better outcome. Amy’s prediction of how easy it would be was spot on. In fact I expected some resistance but was pleasantly surprised.

On returning home that night I sat down and penned the following email to Glen:

Dear Glen,

You have hurt me greatly with your admission that you want to be a sissy. I feel that you have betrayed me by hiding this aspect of your personality to me for all these years. My initial thought was to divorce you but I have thought about it and would like to make an offer to you that will keep our relationship in tact, albeit in a vastly different form. You will be here at precisely 7pm next Thursday night, dressed in your best business suit if you want to hear my offer. This will be a one time only offer and if you do not show up I will take it you are not interested and proceed with filing for divorce. Do not try to make excuses as I will not accept any.

Yours sincerely

Ellen

I knew Thursday night was his tennis night and he would have to cancel, it was the first test in seeing how much he was willing to give up to make his fantasy come true. I had over a week to prepare the necessary documents and purchased a CB-3000 chastity belt that Amy had recommended. I did not know such things existed and had to do some quick research. The more I learnt the more I was attracted to the idea.

The following Thursday Glen arrived right on time. I made him wait at the door for a couple of minutes before opening the door. I was dressed in business clothes, a well cut grey jacket, white blouse, matching skirt that covered my knees and stiletto’s. I had my hair tied back severely and looked my professional best. I addressed him in a formal tone and had a look of seriousness on my face

“Good evening Glen, I am pleased you have come to listen to my one time only offer. Wait for me in the study in the chair nearest the door.”

The study used to be Glen’s special place. The main desk chair was quite grand, an extravagance that I disapproved of at the time but let him get away with. The chair nearest the door was much more modest. It was part of the plan that I would take the main chair of the room that used to be his. Again I made him wait, this time ten minutes or more before I entered. I was surprised that he stood up as I entered the room. That was a good sign I thought. I sat in the main chair and motioned to him to sit down.

“Right Glen, I have considered your deceit in keeping this secret from me all theses years and rather than divorce you and have nothing more to do you, and believe me I was very close to doing just that, I have decided out of the goodness of my heart that I will give you the chance to indulge your sissy maid fantasy and keep you here but only under certain conditions.”

The look on his face was worth a million dollars, the smile was huge, the sense of relief was evident and he began to gush with thanks.

“Oh Ellen, I can’t believe it, I am so grateful, I thought your proposal may have been to give me a chance to stay if I rejected my sissy ways, I can’t believe you are willing to indulge me, thank you, thank you so much”

“Wait a minute Glen, I have not outlined my conditions yet.”

“Of course Ellen, I will accept anything, please continue”

“Well the first condition Glen is you will NEVER call me Ellen again unless I give you permission. From now on it is Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I looked down and could see the bulge in his trousers, I had him in the palm of my hand and wrapped around my little finger. Soon I would have him by the balls as well.

“The next condition is that you vow TOTAL obedience to me and I mean TOTAL. No questioning just pure simple obedience.”

“Of course Mistress.”

His eagerness to respond was puppy like, I was sure he didn’t realise what he was getting into.

“The next thing is to hand control of all finances over to me. I want you to go on line now and change the banking details on your company’s website so that your salary is now paid into this account”

I handed him a note with my banking details of a new account I had set up solely in my name. I could see the first sign of hesitation

“But what if my boss asks why I am not being paid into my own account”

“Just tell him it is better for tax reasons, besides it’s none of his business and I am sure he will not even look, it’s all computerised.”

With some trepidation he brought up the Human Resources page and found the form to change banking details and typed in the account details I had given him. I felt a warm feeling deep inside as I saw him hit the “Su

bmit” button.”

Next I have some documents from my solicitor which you will sign. It is transferring the house and the share portfolio into my name.

He gave me a very concerned look, his face looked shocked to say the least, he was about to open his mouth to say something but I quickly said,

“Uh Uh, no arguing, you take my offer or leave now!”

He took a deep breath and with some resignation signed the documents. I was feeling more excited now, this feeling of power was becoming quite arousing.

“Now before I issue you with your sissy uniform there is one more item to take care of. Stand to attention with hands on head!”

He was quick to obey which was most pleasing. I then undid his belt and pulled his trousers to his knees. There was a massive bulge in his underwear. I would have to do something about that I thought.

“Wait there and do not move.”

I went to the kitchen and returned with two ice packs. I pulled his underpants down and sandwiched his genitals between them. He let out a whimper and in a matter of moments shrinkage had occurred.

I then produced a CB- 6000 which had arrived in the mail just the day before.

“What is that?” he asked

I gave him a ferocious stare,

“How dare you speak to me before asking for permission, there will be punishment for that later!”

I refrained from answering his question and first locked the rings around behind his testicles. I then used a little lubricant to slide the cage into place and with a little fanfare locked the chastity cage in place

“I think I should call you Sister Glenda, you have now taken your vows of chastity, obedience and poverty.”

With that I had a good laugh. The look on his face was priceless. He looked most concerned and had pleading puppy dog eyes but he dare not say anything.

I am yet to get your sissy maid uniform but for now you can wear this tartan skirt, white blouse, apron stockings and heels. You can start by cleaning the kitchen. Dismissed!

That was the starts of Sissy Glenda’s life as a sissy maid. It was all just too easy. Life has been grand ever since. I am free from the burden of housework, I have massages, baths and breakfast in bed whenever I want. I have even started dating a handsome young stud. I have more money as the costs of keeping Glenda have greatly reduced. I know she cannot cheat on me and the longer I keep her chaste the more devoted she has come. He rushes straight home from work changes into his sissy maid clothes and starts on his chores. It is really the best thing that could have happened to me. I will share more of our life in another article.

TO BE CONTINUED???

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Posted April 13th, 2011 ~ 1:00 pm

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Posted April 13th, 2011 ~ 5:28 pm

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Posted April 13th, 2011 ~ 11:59 pm

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anonymous user namme

Posted April 14th, 2011 ~ 4:49 pm

The announcement...

As the romance between the Mistress and Mr. Marcus blossomed, they became more and more inseparable. One day, the Mistress summoned me to the Office. Before I became her maidservant, this room had been mine. Now I was forbidden to use it any more, except to clean, polish and dust, or when I was summoned at the Mistress’s express command. There she was, seated in the grand chair behind the desk, Mr Marcus to one side lounging easily in another chair. There were no more chairs, nor was one offered. Instead, I had to stand on a black mat, which was brought out especially for occasions such as these. On the black mat was painted in white the outline of a small square, with just enough room for me to stand with my feet inside. I was extremely careful not to touch any of the white lines with my feet, since I knew the Mistress regarded this as a serious offence. With hands behind my back, I looked meekly at the floor, waiting for the Mistress to speak. “Glenda, legally you are still my husband, but for many months now you have been my servant. This arrangement cannot continue any longer. I have decided to divorce you and marry Marcus. You are no longer fit to be my husband, if you were ever were”.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open, I could not help it. This was a bombshell.
“Glenda, stop looking like a moronic goldfish, and close your mouth immediately!”
I closed my mouth, I was dumbfounded.
“There is more”, the Mistress continued. “After the wedding, Marcus and I will be moving to a new much larger house. It will need a lot more upkeep, and we will need a full-time servant. I expect you to hand in your resignation to your present employers so that you can devote yourself solely to your work as a maid. There is a letter of resignation here for you to sign, as well as the divorce documents which Mr. Marcus will witness. But if you make any trouble, I will have no choice but to present this photograph collection as evidence to the divorce court”.
In front of her, was a large photo album, which I had never seen before. As she leafed through the pages, I could see photos of myself in full maid’s uniform serving at table, scrubbing the floor on my knees, bending over to receive the cane from Mr. Marcus. There were photos of me in a pink French maid’s uniform I had had to wear one evening, with a short white frilly pinafore, pink tights and pink high-heeled shoes. The Mistress put the legal papers and the letter of resignation over the photo album, and indicated the places where I was to sign. I trembled at the thought of these photos being shown in court. There was no doubt she would win the case, my behaviour would be regarded as totally unreasonable, while the thought of public exposure was terrifying. I had no choice. I leaned forward, being careful still to keep my feet within the white box, and signed both documents. Mr. Marcus then countersigned the divorce deed as the witness.
With the signed documents in her hand, she smiled triumphantly, which scared me. But all she said was “You may return to your duties. Dismissed!” I curtsied deeply and left the office to go back to scrubbing the kitchen floor.
Once I had received written acceptance of my job resignation, and once the court had ratified the divorce, the Mistress decided to hold a celebratory dinner. She wanted me to be in no doubt that the dinner was to be held specifically to celebrate her divorce. But this was a celebratory dinner just for two, I was neither to eat the food, nor drink the wine, nor sit at the table, but just to serve as a waitress throughout. Mr Marcus had brought two special bottles of vintage champagne to mark the occasion, so they had both had plenty to drink by the end of the meal. They drunk toasts to the future, and gazed rapturously into one another’s eyes.
Eventually they moved to the settee, sitting side by side, while I served them their coffee. In front of them, on the coffee table, was the photo album. I was sent to the kitchen to do the dishes, but I could hear their hilarity as presumably they were leafing through the pages of the photo album, laughing at my discomfiture.
Then I heard them go upstairs to the Office. Soon I was summoned from the kitchen. Again, the Mistress was seated in the grand chair, and again Mr. Marcus was at her side. I took great care to stand in the white square, with my feet not touching any of the white lines.
“There are two further documents for you to sign, Glenda”.
I had no idea what these documents could be.
“Since I will shortly be changing my name after marriage to Marcus, I thought I would also change your name. You may keep Glenda as your first name, but I have decided to change your surname to Scrub. It is an entirely appropriate name for a maid. Scrub by name and scrub by nature. So you will become Glenda Scrub, although I shall just call you Scrub. In addition, whenever I call you Scrub, you will curtsey deeply. Do you understand Scrub?”
“Yes Mistress”. I curtseyed deeply.
“To make this fully legal, Scrub, you will sign this Deed Poll document, changing your name to Glenda Scrub. Do you understand Scrub?”
“Yes Mistress”. With each mention of my new name, I took care to curtsey deeply, keeping my feet within the white lines.
“There is a second document I expect you to sign. As a full-time servant, you will no longer be capable of managing your own affairs, so I have decided to assume what is called lasting power of attorney. This will give me the legal right to handle all your financial affairs, and to make all decisions regarding your healthcare and welfare. You may of course choose not to sign these documents, but if you fail to do so Scrub, I will put you out on the street tonight!”
I knew I had no choice. If she put me out on the streets, I would be penniless, unemployed and homeless.
“Well, are you going to sign Scrub?”
“Yes Mistress”, I curtseyed.
“For both documents you will use your old male name for this one last time, Scrub”.
I curtseyed, and signed both documents, with Mr. Marcus acting as the witness.
A huge smile spread over the Mistress’ face. She was exultant in her triumph.
“The power of attorney is irrevocable. That is to say, even if you ever wanted to change your mind, the law will not allow it. It also means that if you still have any bank accounts, I can close them down and transfer the money into my own account. You are now a pauper, Scrub”.
“Yes Mistress”, I curtseyed.
“However, out of the goodness of my heart, I am going to allow you a small weekly allowance. But if you break anything, as well as getting a good thrashing, the cost of replacements will be stopped from your allowance. In addition, I will expect you to donate one quarter of your weekly allowance to charity”. With that she held out a child’s pink piggy bank. “This is where you will put your weekly donation Scrub”.
There seemed no end to my humiliation, but I was soon to realise it had scarcely begun.
“When you first became my servant, I said that you were like Sister George, that you had taken vows of poverty, obedience and chastity. Well now that I have reduced you to abject poverty, I am next going to teach you the meaning of total obedience, Scrub. For a start, let me make it clear that you will devote the rest of your life to unending housework, Scrub. It will mean endless cleaning, Scrub. Dusting, Scrub. Polishing, Scrub. Washing up, Scrub. Hoovering, Scrub. Laundering, Scrub. Scrubbing the floors, Scrub”.
One curtsey followed another as she rattled through this list of domestic duties. All the time I could see Mr Marcus lounging on the chair, smirking and laughing at me, while playing with the riding crop he held in his hands. I took great care to curtsey every time the Mistress said my new name and to avoid touching any of the white lines, since I knew from previous experience just how much Mr. Marcus cropping my backside.

“Now you will kneel”.
I knelt.
“For your next lesson in obedience, I am going to teach your catechism. But before I do that, I grant you on this special celebratory day permission to look at me. Look up!”
I looked up. The Mistress looked magnificent, eyes blazing, breasts taught and erect, as she stared down at me on my knees. She was wearing a slinky black off-the-shoulder dress, black patterned tights, and four-inch black heels. She looked as sexy and alluring as I had ever seen her. She bent over to speak directly into my ear, her lips so close I could feel her breath.
“Now I will catechise you. You still love me, don’t you slave?”
“Yes Mistress”. It was true, I did.
“Then say it!”
“I love you Mistress”.
“Now repeat after me: I adore you”
“ I adore you Mistress”
“I worship you as a Goddess”
“I worship you as a Goddess, Mistress”
“I want to serve you for the rest of my life”
“I want to serve you for the rest of my life, Mistress”.
“I will obey you in everything”.
“I will obey you in everything, Mistress”
“Good. Because I have devised the perfect test of your obedience. Your position as a servant cannot continue as a family secret for ever. I have decided to make my wedding to Marcus a double celebration. It will celebrate our marriage and your coming out! You are nothing but a sissy servant, and you will be nothing else until the day you die. And I want everyone to know you for what you are”.
“At the wedding, there will of course be a reception, at which you will serve all the guests as the maid. You will be dressed in a black calf-length uniform, with a white bibbed broderie anglaise pinafore. You will wear a white cap, collar and cuffs. You will wear little black ankle boots. And if you fail to provide anything less than perfect service, Marcus will afterwards give you the thrashing of your life”.
I went weak at the knees. I thought I was going to faint. It was as well I was still on my knees, because had I been standing, I might have keeled over. Everyone I knew in the locality would be at the wedding. There I would be in full maid’s uniform, acting as the waitress. Worse still, if I was terrified at the prospect, I was also excited. My member pressed so hard against my chastity device, I felt fit to burst.
“Of course, well before the reception I will let all the guests know about your new status. So it won’t be a shock for anyone. I will explain to them how you like to dress up as a sissy maid in a pinafore. I will explain to them how you deceived me for 15 years, and how you are now making it up to me by working as my full-time servant. I will explain to them how you like to be bossed around, to do menial chores, and how you like to be humiliated. I will personally ensure that all the guests know about your need to dress up as a sissy maid, so no-one should feel any sympathy for you, or any qualms about treating you as a servant. In fact, I imagine a lot of people will find it highly entertaining. Of course, there will be a lot of people there who knew you in your former life. You may have even been on first name terms. This will cease. From now on, whatever you called one another in the past, you will in future always address them as either Sir or Madam. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress”.
“And there is one final thing”.
The Mistress was already smiling at the thought of whatever she was about to tell me. “After the wedding reception, there will be an evening party. We thought it would be
a delightful touch if you served as the waitress in your nice pink French maid’s uniform, with all those lovely little flounces”. So saying, she pointed at the photos in the album. “And to mark your coming out and the adoption of your new name, you will wear this cap, collar and pinafore, which have been prettily embroidered especially for the occasion”.
She pulled out the garments and laid them on the table. On the white pinafore, embroidered in pink, it said “I am a sissy”. On the cap was a little badge with my new name, “Scrub”. On the stiff white collar, also embroidered in pink was the one word “Servant”.
“Don’t you think these are pretty?”
“Yes Mistress”.
“Now that you have started to learn the meaning of poverty and obedience, you will start to learn the meaning of chastity. Of course on our wedding night, Marcus and I will sleep together. You of course will sleep alone, but only after you have cleared everything away, tidied up and washed up. For everyone at the party, there will be opportunities for dancing, for carousing, for kissing and cuddling. But not for you. Although you will be decked out prettily in pink, it will not be a party dress but a uniform. From now on, you will always wear a uniform, and you will always wear a pinafore. You will never attend a party again, except as a servant. You will never dance at parties, because you will always be serving others. There will be no kissing or cuddling for you, only an infinite round of domestic duties to perform. You will always sleep alone. Even in your solitary bed there will be no relief except when I deign to unlock your cock ring – and that won’t be very often. You are going to learn the full meaning of chastity, Scrub. I will be married to Marcus, you will be married to the kitchen sink. Now get up, get back to the kitchen and get on with your chores. Dismissed!”
As I retired to the kitchen, I now knew the Mistress’ threat of revealing the photo album in court had never mattered at all. I was going to be outed as a sissy maid regardless. I was single, penniless, unemployed and if the Mistress threw me out, I would be homeless and heartbroken. Her victory was complete. I was going to be seen by everyone I had ever known in full maid’s uniform, serving the guests at my ex-wife’s wedding reception. Worse still, I would have to act as the waitress at the evening party dressed all in pink, except for my white pinafore embroidered with “I am a sissy”.
“Scrub!” the Mistress interrupted my thoughts with a summons from the lounge. I hastened to her presence, curtseyed, and waited for her new command.
“I have decided on reflection to relent a little and allow you a little fun at the party. I have had these especially embroidered for you to wear under your pink uniform dress”.
She held out a pair of white panties, heavily flounced, on which was displayed in pink the instruction “Pinch me hard!”
“Scrub, for 15 years you have fantasised in secret about sissy maid humiliation. I am helping you live out the dream. I am going to ensure that you receive all the humiliation you deserve – and with 15 years compound interest!” She smiled sweetly. “This is going to be such an entertaining wedding”. Then she looked stern again. “Now get out and get back to your chores. Dismissed!”

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