The natural born sissy has always known she has sissy tendencies. She was probably teased at school for it and prefers the company of Women who she gets on with much more than men. She struggles with traditional masculine pursuits, strongly dislikes lad culture and might secretly wish she was born a girl. The natural born sissy likes dressing up in feminine girly clothes rather than looking slutty. She likes hanging out with Mistress in the bedroom or kitchen, maybe even baking cupcakes to have at the tea party they are having that afternoon. The natural might feel like she identifies as more of a crossdresser than a sissy and definitely feels more comfortable in female clothing. She might wear them to relax, it’s definitely not always a sexual thing for her and essential for her spiritual well being to embrace her comforting femininity and truly relax as she allows the delicate gentle submissive yin part of her personality to shine. She may also one day want to venture out in public dressed as female. Not in a showy off way, she is a little shy, but if she felt confident that she looked convincing as female then maybe going for a drive or a walk along Southport seafront would be nice. Perfect session is hanging out with Mistress both wearing negligees or lacy lingerie, drinking tea, eating cake and watching a femdom movie. Even though she is very sweet and shy it doesn’t mean she won’t be getting down on her knees and surrendering to Mistress and her Strap On at the end of the session.

Lastly, I like that you mentioned cleaning all the windows because they definitely need to be cleaned. However, once you get started I think you’ll notice that most of the dirt is on the outside of the windows. Zoe will be expected to clean the outside as well.” On his first day, Miss Roach took him in hand. "Michael, now that you have progressed, it is important that your appearance and bearing are impeccable. From now on you will have to shave off all of your body hair and we will have to do something with your hair".

Forced feminisation training

Let that be a lesson to all of you" said Miss Walker to the maids "Put any thought of escape from your minds as no-one has ever succeeded in that futile endeavour. Accept your fate and learn to be better maids and you will save yourself much pain and unhappiness. You are all to return to your duties" In the more likely event that Mistress never gives her maid a single thought, then all the better will be Mistress' pleasure at the sight of such a ridiculously dressed sissy maid, wearing the exact sissy maid uniform and accessories which Mistress bought for her and following instructions so obsequiously. The cute bows, sleeves, maid's cap, dress and shoes, all in the matching green colour, the visible slave collar and name tag expressing Mistress' ownership of her and her servility, the unseen chastity belt with its remote control electrics to enforce Mistress' will and make the maid desperate to please. One this nervous looking figure made it to the fence he stood on his toes to peek over. He was looking at her lingerie she thought. But why? She just stood there in front of the window and all of a sudden a thought ran through her mind. What if she could get him to wear a pair of her panties, or even one of her satin petticoats? Oh! that would be wonderful. She started getting very warm in between her legs, she was now starting to get wet just thinking about it. Now I understand exactly why Sir Charles was so keen to give my husband all that extra “training” before his engagement as Sissy Maid Prudence with the D’or Baleine family! The training was simply an excuse. The two have become passionate lovers, and are spending as much time as they can in the boudoir. And here’s the rub – I am becoming extremely aroused by watching my gorgeously femininized husband being deeply penetrated by the athletic and magnificently equipped Sir Charles. Michael was aware that the place was completely female-dominated and that any men in the place were there to be trained, to serve women and to be punished. A relentless regime of feminisation was pursued to turn masculine males into submissive feminine maids.

Then one day when I got ready to be Zoe, my wife came to me with a change of plans. “Zoe, my house is clean enough today so I have something else planned for you. I owe my friend, Taylor, a favor so I told them I’d clean their house. Of course, I no longer clean so that’s where you come in.” Peter had meantime been prepared and was ready to receive his punishment. Miss Walker noted Michael's reluctance "Michael, if you don't administer the punishment this wretch justly deserves you will share it". Just can’t get enough of being my sissy maid, can you? Wow, Brad. I knew you would like it, but not this much,” she replied to my suggestion. “Alright, Zoe can come more often but only if you agree to a few caveats.”Michael looked dumbly at the paddle. His first impulse was to drop it. He didn't want to spank another maid. He felt sorry for Peter, who was a victim, just as he and the other maids were, of these sadistic females. In her prime Barbie received an honours degree from university but that is insignificant compared to the honour of being allowed to become Mistress Lady Penelope's 24/7 live-in maid. It is a dream come true.

My cleaning skills were vastly improved as well. I knew far more about cleaning than I ever expected I would or could. I started buying new cleaning supplies and really getting into it. I knew the better I performed as a maid, the more likely I would get to be a maid. Over time it kind of became a hobby and challenge to clean more and better. Some how there never seemed to be an end to the cleaning and maintaining the household and that was fine by me. Michael's co-residents other men who had recently arrived for training and who were scullery maids, as Michael was, although slightly further along in their development. For the most part, they were too exhausted and demoralised by their new existence to say much. There was an exception, a man named Peter, who, according to himself had once ran a large company but had had a mistress. When his wife found out she threatened to leave him unless he did this maid training thing. Losing his wife would effectively mean losing not only his home and access to his children. but also his business, so he had no choice. He hated everything about his new life. A fifty year old businessman having to wear a frilly apron and scrub floors! It's so humiliating!" he remarked. Then a look of cunning came over his face "But I'm not going to put up with it anymore cos I'm breaking out of here. Tonight! Anyone want to join me?" Can I take him home?" asked Stella "I have a whole load of chores for him! I can't wait to see him scrubbing my floors and cleaning my house in his pretty uniform!" There should be 100% effort and concentration to his chores and he should do it without complaint. Severe punishment can be the outcome otherwise.

A week had passed since her naughty play session in front of the window, and Heather was still thinking about her new neighbour being her obedient petticoated maid. She couldn’t get the idea out of her mind. She decided it was time to start putting things into motion. Michael was looking at the floor when a large shadow fell across his field of vision. He looked up to see a large woman (she must be at least six feet tall and looked pretty strong too) dressed in a ladies business suit and carrying a clipboard. She was older than Michael by a good ten years he decided. Her hair was greying and she wore glasses. Her face wore the same expression as that of his own wife earlier, hard and pitiless and regarding him as a little worm.