Thank you for such a wonderful site BirchPlace it’s the perfect place for a sissy like me to find like-minded people.

I long to be totally feminized and owned by Mistress or strict couple but there just doesn't seem to be any one around me.

I have so many maids uniforms and sissy clothing in my wardrobe and I love to dress up every day but I have no one to serve.

I plug myself daily and keep my little cock trapped in chastity, my body is always shaved and I have even learned how to apply my make-up well.

To be at the booted feet of a beautiful dominant woman is my dream to serve Her and be used by Her is my only wish in life and one that I will never give up on.

kisses and swishyness from Maid kala

Trapped in Sissy Satin

Dear Birchplace

My wife had been dressing me is women’s clothing ever since she found some T-girl web sites I forgot to delete from the history folder on our computer. To my great surprise she accepted it and actually has taken me further down the feminine road then I've ever traveled before.

Now I dress for her every Saturday, spending the day as her personal maid, cleaning the house, bathing and dressing her, cooking for her and generally waiting on her hand and foot. On Saturday nights (after I've finished cleaning dinner table), we become girl friends and dress up for one of the many roleplays we both love to act out. Sometimes we dress in evening gowns; other times as hookers, and sometimes as just college coeds. The sex is always unbelievable, with the one rule that I’m never allowed to release before midnight and never without her permission. She on the other hand always enjoys multiple releases prior to mine, which works well for both of us.

In early September, a new trend started. We would spend our wonderful Saturdays together as girlfriends, and on Saturday nights we would move into our sexual roleplays as before. My wife continued to experience multiple orgasms during the evenings, but for four weeks in a row she had fallen asleep prior to midnight, leaving me frustrated beyond imagination. To further increase my frustration, she made it perfectly clear that we are only going to have sex on Saturday nights for the foreseeable future. Last Saturday night when she feel asleep again I was beside myself with frustration.

Being dressed all day in my sexy French maids uniform and then this Saturday evening dressing as a blushing bride was so stimulating that it was difficult holding on just till midnight, let alone another week. Laying there in bed, fidgeting, I became quite frantic and decided I had to wake her up. Leaning over and gently tapping her on the shoulder I whispered "Honey" into her ear. Turning her head toward me and scowling she said "What do you want". Looking at her I lost my nerve and responded with my lower lip quivering "sorry, never mind". She rolled over and went back to sleep. I spent the night tossing and turning.

The next morning when we awoke she looked quite distraught. "You should not have tried to awaken me last night Paulette" she said. "I'm sorry dear" I responded. "We'll I think I'm going to have to punish you for that" she said. "Today, I want your to wear your yellow panties, bra, garter belt and hose under you male clothes" she said, a sly smile growing on her face. Not getting how this was a punishment I simply responded "yes dear". I went to my dresser and took out the lingerie and put it on. The feel of the hose as I drew them up my leg caused an immediate reaction in my genital area. I quickly became quite hard, and stayed that way for most of the day. Hoping for sex when we went to bed, I was again disappointed as she went directly to sleep. I was beginning to understand how this punishment was going to work. Every day that week she had me wear the kind of underwear under my work suit that would be guaranteed to keep me stimulated with the promise of no relief during the evening.

• Monday - she dressed me in a girdle, long line bra, panties and hose.

• Tuesday - a cami and half slip over my ivory lingerie.

• Wednesday - a corselette and hose attached to eight garters that tugged and tugged at each step.

• Thursday - "Lace Day" - lace panties, bra and garter belt under a full slip that had a lace bodice and hem, with FF stockings that had 4" wide very lacy welts.

• Friday - A full corset, laced extremely tight with panties and hose.

By last Saturday morning I was so aroused that my cock would not stop dripping. I mean I was in a perpetual state of desperation. That's when she decided to raise the bar on my journey down this feminine road. She informed me that I would be preparing dinner for four that evening. She told me that she had made contact with another woman whose husband was also a cross-dresser and invited them over for dinner. My stomach was full of butterflies all afternoon, no one besides my wife has ever seen me dressed, and I was happy to keep it that way!!!

After I finished most of the work preparing dinner she called me into our bedroom and had me remove my uniform as well as all my delicates. “I have a new French Maid’s uniform for you to wear tonight Paulette” she announced and proceeded to dress me in the sexiest pink satin uniform. She started with a new pink corset, trimmed in black lace, and then she had me slip on a pair of white stockings and attached them to the corset’s garters (all 12 of them). Next she held out a pink satin petti-panty for me to step into. It was trimmed with several rows of lace across the bottom and it had an open crotch. “How will I be able to hide myself with this on?” I asked her. “With this!” she said, and handed me the puffiest pink petticoat I’d ever seen, it had 90 yards of chiffon and nylon net which billowed all around me when I pulled it on.

I immediately became tremendously excited, but looking at myself in the mirror, you couldn't tell. The feel of all that chiffon around my over stimulated boy-clit was making my knees shake with desire. And when I started to swing my hips and play with my petticoat to increase the stimulation she looked at me and said “Won't that be delicious feeling all that lovely pink chiffon all evening as it caresses you, but you had better not have any accidents” she told me, giggling as she flounced my petticoats all around my aroused clitty. The more she played with them the more excited I was becoming. She covered my lingerie with the sexiest pink satin maid’s uniform and attached a lacy white apron and cap, then had me step into a pair of pink satin 4” heels. She handed me a pair of dainty white lace wrist length gloves just as the doorbell rang. As my eyes opened in fear she just said, "well what are you waiting for, answer the door sissy."

I did my best curtsy and went to the door. When I opened the door I was in a state of shock. There before me stood our best friends Jean and Bob, and Bob was dressed in the sexiest cigarette girl costume I’d ever seen, complete with a pill-box hat and cigarette tray that wrapped around her neck. The tray rested on yards and yards of black and white crinolines covering the short skirt of her costume. Jean immediately burst into laughter at seeing me all sissified. “Oh Paulette, how cute" she said as she stepped forward to flounce my skirt the same way that my wife had. I was soooo embarrassed and yet excited as my knees half buckled from the stimulation. As she continued adjusting my petticoats and commenting on my outfit her hand brushed against my straining clitty which caused me to gasp, covering my lips with my outstretched fingers. She looked into my eyes knowingly and grabbing hold of my erection said "you must be so embarrassed to be such a big sissy", gave it a little stroke, "are you embarrassed Paulette? I want you to meet Bobbi, my big sissy” Jean said letting go of me. Bobbi did a little curtsy and whispered “Hi Paulette” to me. I curtseyed back and held out my limp wristed hand and said “It’s nice to meet you Bobbi”. He took my hand ever so gently, and gave it a tiny squeeze as I said “Do come in ladies, Mistress is waiting for you”.

I finished preparing dinner, served it and cleaned up afterward. As I re-entered the living room Bobbi was standing in the middle of the room facing the ladies. Mistress looked at me and asked, “Paulette, would you like to be alone with Bobbi this evening”. To which I responded, “No Mistress, as I've explained to you in the past, I am not gay”. Mistress looked at me, a wry smile on her lips and said, “We shall see. Come and stand before Bobbi, she just finished making the same declaration as you”.

I walked up to Bobbi who had removed his cigarette tray and looked every bit as frightened as I felt. “Now girls, of course we won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, but we beg you to indulge us just a few simple requests” Jean said, “First, stand face to face, a little closer please, closer…closer, that’s it”. The amazing feature about both of our uniforms was the way the uniform clinged to each of our breasts, outlining every inch of them. As we moved closer and closer, our breasts slipped into each other’s as if they outfits were designed that way.

“Now doesn't Bobbi feel nice Paulette, and can you smell her lovely perfume and makeup?” Mistress asked. “Yes Mistress” I replied. Now Bobbi, would you please put your arms on Paulette’s hips” Jean asked, to which I felt Bobbi very gingerly place his hands on my hips. “Now Paulette, put both of your gloved hands around Bobbi’s neck and rest your cheek against his”, Mistress ordered. My hands now visibly shaking I placed them around Bobbi’s neck. “Now girls, relax,” Jean said, “Give each other a gentle sissy-hug” Mistress said, which we did. As each of us squeezed it pulled us even closer together. Suddenly my erect penis, sticking straight out into my petticoats, bumped into Bobbi’s, which was doing the same thing inside his petticoats. Both our eyes opened wide as I felt my erection slip next to his. I heard him gasp and then let out a low moan. “Oh girls, look at you, you do like each other,” Jean said between giggles, “Well since you’re both not gay, I guess you can’t be with each other.” She then started to separate us with her hands, but suddenly I felt Bobbi resist and pulled me closer to him “Paulette, it's been over a month since Jean has let me cum, I don’t want this to end” he said. I looked into his eyes and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck “Me either Bobbi” I said.

“Well girls, what are we going to do with you” Mistress said, “Oh I have an idea”. She then separated us just slightly and lifted our petticoats, revealing our throbbing erections, pre-cum dripping from each of them. She opened a jar of KY-jelly and poured it onto each of them, rubbing it in gently. “Does this feel nice girls?” she asked as she did this. Neither of us could respond except to moan in ecstasy. Next came the surprise of the evening, from the table, Jean picked up a single black silk stocking and tied the toe of the stocking around Bobbi’s scrotum, next she positioned us so that our erections were next to each others and proceeded to slowly wrap the stocking around them, joining us together, finally tying the welt end around my scrotum. "I call this my Silken Trap girls! Does it feel delicious?" she asked. It was the most amazing feeling I've ever felt in my life. It turns out that both of us have the same deep love for the feel of silk stocking, and to have them wrapped around us and the heat from our excited members adding to the sensation caused us to start twitching, which of course only served to excite the other.

Next I felt Mistress pushing us back closer together. Ohhh the feel of Bobbi’s body against mine, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her cheek against mine, the feel of her hands on my hips, it was pure heaven. Finally, mistress took out a tiny padlock and placed it through a ring on Bobbi's uniform that was hanging from her right nipple, she then adjusted us so that Bobbi's breast was nuzzled into my cleavage where a similar ring was fastened to my uniform. She put the lock through the ring on my uniform and I heard the lock click shut.

“Now girls, since as you have so clearly stated that you are not gay, you are not allowed to squirt into my stocking, unless of course you have a change of heart, which you can signal by kissing your satin clad male lover deeply on HIS painted lips. If you squirt before that kiss, then you are a liar and we refuse to play dress-up with you anymore. You will have to go back to wearing male clothes full time.” Mistress said. With that she took Jean's hand and pulled her closer to her and gave her a deep passionate kiss full on the lips. “Jean and I are going to our bedroom Paulette. When I return I expect to see you two in that exact same position and no cum in that silk stocking…or…I expect to see your lovely pink lipstick all over Bobbi’s cherry red lipstick and vice versa. Have a nice time girls” and with that she pulled Jean toward her bedroom, stopping only momentarily to turn the stereo on. “Oh, I’ve put a Barry White CD in for you two lovers” and she walked out of the room.

As the music started I could feel Bobbi’s hips start to sway to the music, and as he did the KY caused our clitties to glide over each other's. Squirming from the sedation I whispered into his ear, “No Bobbi, don’t move”. “I can’t help it Paulette, you feel so good in our silken cocoon, and it's so hard not moving to this music,” he said. Each movement we made stimulated our already overly sensitive clitties more and more as they slid around inside the stocking. I could feel his warmth against me and the soft slippery silk all around us and it was turning us on more and more. The scene was quickly becoming too much for both of us to handle. Before long we found a rhythm and were rocking back and forth, sliding and gliding against each other. It was as if we were making love to each other, stirring up more and more passion. Finally I felt Bobbi's hands move to my bottom and pull me closer as she whispered, “Paulette, I can’t stop”. I responded by taking both of her lovely cheeks in my gloved hands and ever so gently placing my pink painted lips squarely on HIS. The taste, feel and smell of his lipstick sent shivers down my spine. I kissed him deeply, pulling his head to mine, as each of us reached the point of no return, squealing in sissy ecstasy…

Hugs and Kisses, Maid Paulette, USA

Gosh; what a sissy pair you are. I am pleased that even though you resisted at first, you silly sissies understood what was best for you and obeyed your Mistress. Remember girls, Mistress Knows Best!

Mistress Alaya

Dear Mistress

I live in the States, near Washington, DC. I have been sort of submissive my entire life -- and also very interested in women's fashions of all types (but especially maid's uniforms and overtly "sissy" things.) Have subscribed to "Vogue" and "Harper's Bazaar" for 20 years.

I work regularly at a fetish club in Washington as their "waitress" -- and have many differing (some sexy) unfiroms for that job. Have plastic aprons of all types for "washing up" duties,. etc.

Also work at girl's houses (some married -- some single) as their maid and servant. This entails lots of housework and piles of laundry, but also includes some cooking and serving and so forth. Also serve at private parties at some of thes girl's houses (if crowd is kinky enough to not care about the maid being a sissy male instead of a girl.) For all this I have a big selection of traditional "White Swan" maid's dresses, a custom made black taffeta formal number, and separate skirts with bodysuits, etc. making for lots of "servanty" looks.

In college, I lived with a girl senior year (in her apartment) and kinda became her "houseboy" -- even dressing her for her dates, staying home myself doing her laundry and ironing.

While I used to try (in high school, college and a bit after) to "be with" girls, I no longer even try. I was invariably impotent when faced with the "real thing." (Also, it didn't help that I am quite small in the "manhood" department, and had a slightly botched-up circumcision -- neither things "confidence builders!") I can pretty often successfully play with myself successfully, however.

So I fell in early to the role of "platonic friend", shopping mate, etc. I would help a girl clean her apartment all afternoon (just to have the company of a cute girl) and then I'd be summarily sent off when her boyfriend was about to arrive. I have realised for many years now that I am much more likely to be making a girl's bed than ever sharing it with her! Real men get that pleasure (but I get to wear my cute panties everyday -- and girl's jeans, and T-shirts and cute things to bed at night.)

Though not really gay (attracted to women -- just no luck with them or real ability to be with them sexually) I've become pretty girlie. I only wear (only own!) girl's underwear (I have a girlish body and small thingy, so the fit is better than boy's things anyway for me.) I also sit to pee always (even if outside, I squat in the woods).

Sometimes girls tease me a little (but I kinda almost wish they'd tease me more?) 'cause they somehow instinctively know I am totally harmless and of no threat to them "romantically." One girl I shop with even has me help her in the dressing room. At first I'd blush and stammer, but she explained to me that "it's not like you're really a guy -- I mean, you wear panties, sit when you pee, and are maybe two inches on a good day. Not like I'm scared you're going to rape me or anything -- don't be silly, Bobbie!"

Other than all this (!) my life is somewhat conventional -- though sorta lonely (especially on weekend nights and holidays, when my girl friends are with their boyfriends.)

Bobbie

Well, well what a little sissy maid you are! I am very pleased to hear the ladies have you under control. Long may it continue!

Mistress Alaya

Dear Mistress

Of course id love to be your Maid, dressed up to the nines in a cute French maids outfit, heels, stockings etc, however you wish to have me serve You.

Your boots would obviously need cleaning by my tongue, and i would pay special attention to Your heels, sucking them so they shine. obviously then anywhere else You deemed me worthy to lick would be serviced, it would be a pleasure to service Your truly perfect bottom. i would always be knelt before you, mouth open too should you wish to relive Yourself, it would be an honor. it would surely help me get a wet mouth before i deep throat Your luscious black strap-on. i have been practicing, and am getting used to it.

Then i'd be Yours for the taking should you wish, take me over a horse or have me fuck myself on Your length at You stand still for your amusement.

thank you for Your time.

david

Hello Mistress

i have always had a submissive nature and have been very lucky to serve both Dommes and Doms, but i am finding it very frustrating in finding a true Mistress/Master to serve, it seems more and more now that the Masters that i meet online are only interested in getting their rocks off for an hour and once done i am forgotten about and left feeling used.

The Dommes in the UK are plentiful it is true but a huge majority of them are all 'working Dommes' and have no time for a maid like myself, all i wish to do is serve some one to be totally owned by a Dominant, to worship them without question and carry out every duty that is given me.

To be in chastity 24/7 for i know that i do not deserve to pleasure myself, so i live in hope that a Dom or Mistress or my dream a Dominant couple find me and use me for what i was born to do, serve as a sissy maid slut without question.

french maid connie

Hello kinky people :)

Don't you just love the weekends? I'm lucky enough not to have to work at weekends so every Friday I turn into this possessed clock-watcher waiting the big hand and little hand of the clock to hit five-thirty!

I have a Friday night ritual; when I get home I run my bath, put on some music, pour some wine get out of my boring male work clothes and begin my sissy maid make-over!

I jump in the bath and begin. I shave from crutch down. I'm very lucky that I'm not covered in hair like most guys, I just love the fact that I can get my body so girly smooth and it stays like that all weekend, so I can have lots of sissy maid fun!

For those that are interested, I use a cream hair remover on my bum. A tip I got from my ex girlfriend, all you sissy boys should use it nothing worse than having to see a hairy sissy hole. If you take the time on the clothing its just ruined by what's underneath if you haven't prepared yourself correctly, that's my thought anyway.

Next I do my pretty make-up. I love to take my time on this. I've been dressing for years and can now apply my make-up very girly, or slutty if the occasion needs it.

I have different wigs again depending on what I'm wearing but tonight I'm going to be a sissy dolly maid, so very soft make-up of light pinks and lots of shimmer on my eyes, my hair is in bunches with big satin bows. Firstly I always insert a butt plug to set my mood, then put my little sissy cock in chastity. Then I go to my special cupboard of wonderful sissy clothing & toys and get out a little diaper, lay it on the bed and fold it neatly into place, next on is my white ribbed tights, little lace ankle socks, then my plastic panties which I always put to my nose to smell before I put them on, plastic and rubber. I just love the smell!!!!!!

Now my full net underskirt and pretty sissy maids uniform with pinafore and my lockable Mary Jane white shiny shoes completes my evening look, I twirl and twirl in front of the mirror lifting up my dress and stroking my plastic panties, I can now feel my little sissy cock straining to get erect in the cock device.

So why do I take so much trouble? I adore being a sissy maid and dressing up EVERY weekend even if no one is here, but I'm never alone for long, as I'm  in the chat room sometimes and there is always plenty of people to play with there.

sissy maid from London

Hello BirchPlace

I am a part time live in slave maid to a Dominant couple.

Having the best of both worlds, my life is never boring, i cater to all their needs, although not gay or Bi, I service my Dom for my Mistress's pleasure, i suck and slurp on his massive cock while my Mistress shouts abuse at me and tells me to beg for Her strap-on in my ass, the sensation of Her fucking me me while i suck on Her Husbands huge cock is mind blowing, i now realise that whenever my mouth and tongue is used then my ass is filled at the same time.

i was taken for the first time a few weeks ago by my Dom, his huge cock pounding into my little tight ass while i was on my knees with my tongue deep in my Mistress's glorious ass, my body was shaking with excitement, just before he came for the first time he pulled on my hair away from my Mistress' ass and shot his load into and on to Her perfect bottom then He pushed my face into her and ordered me to clean her of his spunk, the taste of Her and Him combined made me come without touching myself, something that has never happened before but a feeling i will never forget, i was truly punished for that, but oh was it with it!

Deep curtsey and my respect to all of you stunning Ladies!

maid jessie

Dear BirchPlace Academy

I am writing to you as requested, to give you some of my experience and thoughts on being a good sissy maid.

A domestic sissy should always wear her uniform daily, it should be clean and pressed for inspection every day!!!

I think that a uniform defies her status and submissiveness. A high collar should always be worn, as to I think a basque or full length corset under her maids uniform to give the domestic not only the feeling of being controlled and subdued, but it also gives her the grace to move in the correct manner.

There is nothing worse than having a domestic maid, slouch around from room to room, the under garment will force her to walk in a certain manner, to bend, and curtsy in the way that every maid should!

Domestic service from a maid is not just to have her in a frilly French maids uniform showing her panties, like something from a Benny Hill show, posture, grace, the look, and appearance of submission that is shown is very important.

Keep up the great work!!!

frilly French Maid tula

Dear Maids Academy

I hate cleaning, in fact I never do a thing in my own house, I have some one come in three time a week to clean for me.

But I love nothing more than to dress in one of my many French Maids uniform and serve a superior Mistress. I will do anything, clean her shoes with my tongue, to see them all standing in a row ready for my drooling tongue, wash he soiled panties by hand. I love to do this because just before I wash them I sniff each pair in deeply taking in my Mistress's scent, such pleasure.

I make her afternoon tea for Her and if She has guests over it is even better. The thrill of opening the door dressed in my uniform, to give a curtsy to whoever is there.

Being a maid in service gives me such pleasure; it takes away weeks of everyday stress. Mistress has taken many photos of me and helps me choose new uniforms. I don't have to give Mistress a tribute, but I do buy Her very expensive gifts, the more I give Her, the more intense my maid training is.

My collar is now very high on my neck and is not very comfortable but it keeps my posture straight. If my tongue does not pleasure Mistress, then she places a rubber pigs-mask over my head and it stay on until I have to leave. Everytime I pass Her, She humiliates me with cruel jibes about my useless piggy-tongue, so I always try extra hard when I worship her glorious ass and pussy.

A good day is when Mistress is in the mood to punish me with her paddle, pulling down my frilly panties and thrashing me. The pain is excruciating and sometimes I cry out with real tears, but She stops when Her arm is tired and not before, as it should be.

sissy maid lucy, London

Dear Academy

I love your lovely photos and reading your articles. I am not lucky enough to have a Mistress for a girlfriend or wife, but I do go and see a wonderful professional once a month.

A week before my session, She emails me with daily instructions. It usually starts with my cock to be caged and locked away. I send Her the key in the post, and the cage (believe it or not!!) stays on! I do not cheat and there is no spare key, Although I hate wearing it, it makes it more exciting for me, have Her control what I do for the week and not just in our session.

Once in my cage and key on its way to my Mistress, I wake every morning to see the days instructions, my hair to be removed in a beauty salon by waxing, very embarrassing because I have to strip naked with only a towel to cover my private parts, and I must tell the beautician exactly why I am there. I go to the same place every few weeks, so the girls are used to me now and ask all sort of questions when I go in and they are always giggling amongst themselves.

I now have a collection of five different size butt plugs and they are to be inserted as soon as I get home from work. The first day is with the smallest and by the last day the largest is firmly in place so that my sissy honeypot is ready for my Mistress's nine inch strap-on.

I always have to wear some kind of female clothing under my suit for work. This can be just panties, stockings, a teddy which can been seen through my shirt.

Every night, I am to perform on webcam for my Mistress. She sometimes has a slave come to my house and have me perform oral sex on him to completion. No words are ever spoken, and I am always dressed as Mistress instructs for that evening; her PVC French maid, her sissy pink satin maid, with suspender belt and slutty fishnet stockings. Every day is a new task more humiliating than the next.

On the day of my session, I really ache to be let out of my cage. I ache to worship my Mistress in any way She sees fit just to be allowed to cum for Her. I ache for the butt plug to be taken out and beg for her nine inch cock in my now ready and needy honeypot!

I am only allowed to cum when ordered and normally its either on the floor or in a dog bowl which of course I must lick clean.

My key is returned after the session, so that I may post it to her again ready for for my next session.

Caged Maid

Dear Ladies

I have been with Master L, for almost two years now. We met online in a chat room, and our relationship started from there. He gave me some online training to see how serious i was, i would have to be online and on webcam at very particular times, sometimes he would be there but in invisible mode to try and catch me out.

He would inspect my body on cam to see that it was free of any body hair, sometimes i would have to tie up my sissy genitals with string. He would order what colour panties i should wear, and also the uniform to be worn.

He would have me perform on cam for him, and any one else that might be watching, inserting butt plugs or dildos into my sissy slut hole, force me to masturbate into my satin glove hand then lick it clean for him to see. I'm pleased to say that i passed all of his tests!

Master invited me to his home for the weekend, again another one of his tests, i knew this was the most important, i had to be as perfect and as willing as i could be, for i knew He was the Master for me, and any true sissy submissive who is reading this knows how hard it is to find a good Master or Mistress to train and guide them on the right path.

I was very excited about seeing him face to face, so excited i hardly slept the night before.

I got myself ready and made sure that i looked perfect, my make-up applied, my hair in soft curls, a pink satin maids uniform, with a full black net underskirt, black satin pinny edged in pink lace, Pink shear seamed stockings, and very high open toe ankle strap mules, i put on my rain coat and drove the 70 miles to his home.

When i got there i removed my rain coat, took my little satin sissy bag that i had made myself, it contained my make-up, new nylons in case the ones i had on got a ladder in them, they are so delicate you see.

I rang his bell and got on my knees, i could hear footsteps behind me, so goodness knows what they must of thought as they walked by, but i didn't care, i was here to finally meet my Master.

The door opened, and i took in a deep breath, "Hello Master, thank you so much for allowing me to come to your house, i am here to serve you as you see fit, i am here to hopefully be your full time sissy maid.

"Good sissy, crawl into the house and sit on all fours, your head to the floor and your ass in the air, I want to inspect you!"

I did as instructed, my forehead on the floor, my ass in the air, and my arms clasped behind my back, i felt his hand gently touch my bottom, "Thank you Sir, thank you for stroking my bottom, please Sir i will do anything that my Master wishes, i want to prove that i am worthy of his training"

He placed a beautiful pink leather collar around my neck. "I bought you this collar as a gift to show you my little slut that i am serious about our meeting, if all goes well today then you shall be My full time live in sissy maid, but there are some more tests that you have to pass, I have seen what you can do online, but now I need to see, to know what you can do in real time, do you understand sissy maid?"

"Yes Sir, i understand."

He walked ahead of me pulling on my new leash. We were in (as i know it now), one of his playrooms. Inside was a huge desk, and on it was his computer. There was a large bed in the room, with a huge iron head board, there were all sorts of things hanging from it, and attached to it, an umbrella stand full of different size canes, a huge triangle cushion on the floor, a large cage in one corner of the room, and a smaller dog like cage just next to it.

"I'm sure you know how to make a cup of tea, fetch the mail, answer a door, run a bath and all the other duties a maid should have, but I need to know how you perform in here!" He took a pony bridal off the shelf, placed the bit in my mouth so tenderly, the bridal had blinkers on it, so i couldn't see what was going to happen to me.

"I want you to lay your body over the large cushion, on your front, keep your head to the floor slut!"

He lifted my underskirt and tucked it under my tied pinny bow at the back, pulled down my black satin sheer panties to my knees and began stroking my smooth bottom, just the feel of his strong firm hand on my bare bottom made me tingle, all of a sudden he slapped me, again and again and again, with each slap getting harder!

"You know that this will be part of your training slut, I need to find out your limits, I wont harm you, you must trust Me, for without trust we have nothing, but I think you already know that seeing as though you are here now, helpless, your bare now pink bottom in the air, DON'T YOU SLUT?"

I nodded, for i could not speak, i could not say but i was in ecstasy, my bottom was glowing with his hard slaps, and i wanted more, i wanted to prove that i would do anything that He commanded for this was what i had always craved.

He removed the pony bridal, it was covered in my own saliva, i was panting with excitement ready for my next test.

"I have some work to do at My desk, get yourself under it and worship My cock and balls, lets see how well you do that."

I moved as quickly as i could on all fours under his desk to do as he ordered, but instead of coming to sit at his desk he left the room, i waited it seemed for an eternity, but it must of only been a couple of minutes before he came back into the room walked to his desk unzip his flies then he sat, and before me was the most perfect cock, long and hard, fat and uncut, just perfect!

"Worship your Masters fat cock, sissy"

I slowly took just the head into my mouth, in and out, i moved with a gentle rhythm, moving down further along the shaft before i took all of him inside my mouth, tasting his pre-cum was just divine, playing with his smooth balls with my tongue, i was feeding on it like a baby crying out for its Mother's milk.

"Good girl, you are pleasing your Master very much, swallow my cock down, I want to hear you gag on it. Do you taste me sissy? Do I taste good to you?"

"Oh yes Sir very good, thank you Sir for letting me worship your fat beautiful cock; i'm very lucky indeed!"

"Yes you are a very lucky slut, of all the sissies I can have, I have chosen you to be here, now I want to feel that tight slut hole, get over to the bed!"

I crawled to the bed, i couldn't help but smile, "Yes Sir, my slut hole is begging for your fat cock inside me"

He placed the huge triangle cushion on the bed, and told me to lay over it, he shackled my wrists and ankles to the iron bed posts, my panties now down at my ankles my ass in the air ready for his fat cock.

"My what a pretty little ass you have girl, so smooth, he spat into my hole and gently eased his cock into my slut's cunt.

"Very tight! I like that! Look at you sprawled out on my bed in your pretty maids uniform, with your Masters cock inside your slut hole. I'm very impressed with you, you now belong to Me, do understand, all that you do will be for Me, I will totally control everything that you do, you will wear what I want you to wear, sleep when I want you to sleep, I will use you in any manner I see fit, if I want you in rubber you shall wear it, if I want you in plastic you shall wear it, if I bring home friends then you will please them as you please Me or I shall punish you, do you understand Me slut?"

"Yes Master, thank you. All that i was i no longer am, i am yours to do with as you see fit, control me Sir, make me your slut, your whore, i will do anything to keep my Master happy, anything!"

His cock was pounding into me faster and faster as he was humiliating me, i was so wet with excitement i could not contain myself.

"I'm coming bitch, unloading into your slut hole, you fucking little sissy whore"

"Thank you Sir, thank you for fucking me, thank you for using this worthless sissy whore, thank you for unloading into me!"

He let out an almighty cry as he came inside me, "Good girl, Good girl" he repeated over and over again.

Suffice to say i passed his tests, and with each day brings a new adventure with him.

I am indeed the most luck sissy slut maid.

For my true Master, Master L.
Deep curtsy!!!

Changed to be Her Sissy Maid!

"Little man, you are going to change, you have no respect for Women, no more no less!"

I looked over at Jules who was now smiling, and I was as angry as fuck; I wanted to slap this woman hard, but something stopped me from doing so. The determined look on her face told me that she was not to be fooled with. I hung my head, still feeling the blow from her slap, "yes, I understand".

This was all a joke right, surely?

"Julie has told us of your problems which is why you are here". She walked back to her seat, "Do you want a happy fulfilling marriage? Do you want to feel contentment and truly loved?

"Yes of course I do, I see that Jules is fully provided for, anything she wants she only has to ask she knows that.

"Come on Jules we don't need this bullshit, a joke is a joke, but this is far enough!"

Jules turned to look at red head, I was shitting Myself, now I'm a man who can take care of himself, but a room, full of  twenty women was another matter, what was I to do fight my way out?

The mean red-head turned to Jules and said, "It is time Miss Julie"

Jules stood up, went to the back of the room where there a large cupboard, when she opened the doors. I saw a lot of bright colored dresses in a shiny materials all hanging in a row, and different colour net underskirts. There were some large drawers on one side of the cupboard; she opened them one by one and hand picked different items, and then came to where I was standing looked me coldly in the eyes and told me to strip. This wasn't a matter of discussion; I could tell that, sweat was running down my face.

I looked at her pleadingly, but her stare back was the same. I did as I was told and found I was standing before these women stark naked. Although I was totally humiliated, my cock was not, and I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the end of it.

A voice came from the left of me, "Make the sissy lick his spunk; we don't want his mess on the floor".

Julie pulled on my nipples and forced me onto the floor, I went down easy enough, but I wasn't about to lick my own cum off of the floor, that was just too degrading, plus I thought I would puke if I did.

Julie put her spike high heel to my face, pushing my mouth to the spunk. "You had better clean it Jeff, if you don’t you will be sorry".

There was nothing I could do, I knew she wasn't joking, I knew now none of this was a joke.

I began to clean the floor of my spunk, warm and salty-tasting. How could women possibly like this? When Julie gave me oral, I would always hold her head firm so that I came into her mouth, this was payback alright! The floor now clean, Julie told me to get onto my knees, she placed a dog bowl in front of me.

The Women all got up, and began to walk around me in a circle, in their sheer black seamed stockings; wearing heels so high, that I was surprised to see how they walked in them. They all looked so powerful, in their black shiny satin, knee-length skirts, satin waist waspies that pulled their waists smaller still, and made their hips and bottoms even fuller. Their Pink Satin blouses were tight on the body, exposing full cleavage, but the arms were full in shiny, satin material, and tight at the wrists with six buttons clasping the sleeve together.

As they walked around me, one by one they started to say things to me, "You are worthless. You are dirt beneath our shoes." She continued, "Look at you on your knees with that pathetic small cock; how can you possibly pleasure anybody with that?"

I hung my head squeezed my eyes shut wishing that once I opened them again I would be in my own house, in my own bed, and all of this was a nightmare, but it wasn't, it was real, did I really deserve this? Had I made my wife that unhappy? I was ordered to masturbate into the dog bowl, slaps to my face and ass were now coming thick and fast, I was told the sooner that I milked the sooner the slaps and kicks would stop.

The smell of their perfume, the sight of their stockings, the cruel things they were saying to me, the slaps, I don't know what it was, maybe it was all of that, but I spunked like I have never spunked before, and with it I gave out such a scream, that I was surprised it came from my own mouth!

One of the ladies pushed my face into the bowl of spunk. I began to splutter and wriggle, when she was done having her fun they all returned back to their seats, except for the red-head; it seemed she was the top girl here.

A dog collar was roughly strapped round my neck, then a leash snapped into place with its hook, she yanked the chain upwards, "stand up you silly little slut before I choke the life out of you!"

I was now standing, with my head raised high towering over the red-head before me, again she yanked on my leash, "Put your head down, look down at the floor, you have nothing to be proud of, hang your head in shame, you think because you’re a male that you are stronger than me? You think because you are taller and well toned that you can over power me?

Her index finger was now at my chin, gently she raised my head, and for the first time I looked into her eyes, green cat like eyes, and they took all of me in, I felt that she was reading my mind, she was standing so close that I could feel her breathe on my face.

"Look Ladies, these males are so predictable" She slapped the head of stiffening cock with the leather handle of the leash, I winced backwards in pain only to be pulled back in front of her by the dog leash. "You have a strong spirit, I'll say that much for you, but I have broken bigger and stronger than you, by the time you leave here tonight, you will be on your knees in tears thanking Me".

I was dragged to the table. She commanded, "Be a good girlie and bend over the table."

I did what I was told, feeling now very light headed, what more could they do to me, Jules was just sitting there with a smile on her face, not doing or saying anything to stop this madness, I'll just play along till they are done with their silly rituals and give her the spanking of her life for putting me through this!

Something was being strapped to my ankles and wrists, like metal cuffs, thick chains were thread through the loops, so my ankles and writs were chained together there was no escape, and there was no point in fighting it, my body now was spent and ached for a hot bath.

"We are going to turn you into a obedient sissy frilly maid for Miss Julia, you will from now on, act and talk and serve her like every good maid should, your training will be ongoing, and for the next month you will have one of us come to your home to check that you are behaving yourself, you will have a new wardrobe, which you will wear every time you arrive home from work, you will have no say of mundane problems of the life as you know it now, all you have to do is work for your Mistress, that of course is your Spouse Mistress Julie, you cater for all her needs and if she so pleases the needs of her friends.

All your male under garments have already been disposed of, you will wear only satin panties to work, each and every day, you learn household duties, how to curtsy, and greet whoever comes to your door wearing always your French Maids uniform, your cock will be in a device always, until your Mistress has use for it, or wishes to show it off to her friends, A butt plug will be inserted, first only at home but once you are used to it, it will be inserted every morning before you leave for work.

I mentioned there will be tears and here is where they come, the first blow to my ass was a complete shock, the paddle struck me so many tines that I lost count after thirty, My pathetic limp body was in no state to fight back, all of a sudden tears began to flow, "Please Mistress I beg you to stop, I will do anything, but please Miss I beg you to stop. I could feel something dripping down my legs, and I wasn't sure if I had pissed myself or it was blood, I cried out even louder now, rising above their humiliating laughter at me.

The chains were removed and I slumped to the floor crying like a baby, 'Please I beg you to stop, I can’t take anymore, tell me what it is I should do? How to improve my life to Make Mistress Julie happy?

I was dragged to the centre of the floor, and there laid a diaper, I never thought they were made so big, funny how strange thoughts come into your mind in the strangest situations.
Yanked to the floor by red head, "Now lay on the diaper, we don't want to get any stains on your new satin panties" I laid there, My legs were lifted off the floor by three other Women, Baby powder was puffed onto My bottom, and suddenly all was calm in the room, "There little one, you will never have another problem in your life, all you have to do is work,, and Mistress Julie with our guidance will train you to he specifications, bright green plastic panties were placed over the diaper, "there you see" said red head, how calm you are feeling, tell me you are feeling much calmer now, i see the change in your face, let Mistress wipe those silly sissy tears away.

White ribbed tights were going on my feet and stretched over the diaper and plastic panties. A shiny pair of Mary Jane shoes were being put on my feet, then ordered to stand, a baby blue baby doll with a full bow was placed over My head, a short blond curly wig was next, and you know she was right, i did feel calm, the feel of the satin and my diaper just made me feel like a little girl, who needed to be taken care of, to learn the ways of a good sissy, is this what was missing in our marriage, did Jules see something in me that I did not?

They wheeled in a full length mirror with a white sheet over it, this is just the beginning sissy, in the months to come I want to see much progress in you! The sheet was pulled from the mirror, and what I saw was disgusting, humiliating, but exciting all at once, I feel to my knees, and begged to kiss the red heads feet, weeping like a child I said in my newly found girlie voice, thank you dear Lady for doing this me, for us, my tears were coming staining and stinging my cheeks from all the slapping I had received, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

They all returned to there seats, "The evening is done, you are free to go, remember one of will take it turns each night to see you are carrying on with your training or you will be brought here! Yes, I stammered"

I began to undress to get back into my male clothing.

"What the hell do you think your doing?"

"Getting changed Miss, you said this was the end surly its time for me to change?

Silly sissy, you are to leave as you are!"

But Miss, we have a driver, and my neighbors they will see me. Please Miss, I beg you to let me get changed?

The Women started to laugh, Miss Julie take your sissy thing home, the driver is waiting for you outside."

Jules took my shaking hand and led me to the huge sliding doors, the butler didn't bat an eyelid, but I saw him smirk at the sight of me, walking to the limo the driver stood gorping at me for what seemed like an eternity, never had I felt such total humiliation, I could never explain this away to any one, and if word got out I would be finished, at least my reputation would be.

Settled in the limo, Jules asked for a glass of brandy her voice was not soft, it was a demand, and again my sleeping cock came out of his sleep!

A lot has happened since then, as I was told one of the group in that month that followed another Mistress came to our home, I would serve her in anyway Mistress Julie saw fit, for fun they would have me wank in front of them in my satin panties then they would be shoved into my mouth while one of them fucks-me with a strap-on.

The head Mistress was right, I have no problems now, no stress, its all been lifted from Me, I am frilly sissy maid to serve My Mistress My wife as she sees fit, when i am a way on a business trio I wear my cock device locked away until i get home, I serve My wife to her total satisfaction, she uses all sort of instruments that she has told me to order for her, one being a TENS electrics unit, that is no end to my service, I'm just so happy that I decided to go along with her that night, my new life as a maid has given me untold pleasures.

I must leave now because Mistress will be home any second, I'm told she has a male friend coming to stay for the weekend, I wonder what lay in store for me?

deep curtsey from a new, obedient sissy maid

Dear Academy

I cant even remember how my lifestyle started, or why? I've always been attracted to Dominant Women, which in itself is strange because in my day to day life I take care and run a very successful business in Sydney, Australia.

I have seen many Professional Dommes, here in Australia , and also because I get to do a lot of traveling with my job, I've seen a few around the globe.

I have many Fetishes, tried many things, some I liked, and there have been a few that I did not, but you have to push your limits, see how far you go!

Nothing compares to my true calling, serving my Mistress as a French maid. I met a Mistress here 5 years ago, who is now sadly retired, and it was She who found my true calling, She knew that I liked to wear Female clothing and whilst being dressed I would have my session with her, but also made to do household chores.

She found some one to make me a beautiful French maids uniform and ordered me to to go there for fittings. It was beautiful, you just cant beat a made to measure uniform. It was black Satin, very tight-waisted, the seamstress had put a waist clincher in the garment so my waist could be pulled in extra small, a beautiful white satin apron with an extra length bow so that it hung just below the hem of the skirt.

my first session with Mistress in my uniform was such a thrill, She inspected me to me sure that all was to her liking, suffice to say, my seamed stockings were not in a straight line, and I had forgotten my satin gloves, stupid girl!

I was punished immediately, She placed my high neck collar on my neck, it was so high that I could not bend my head, nor could I move my head from side to side without turning my whole body to do so.

I of course did not complain, or beg not to be punished, I knew that it was for my own good, and I also knew that I would be more vigilant in the future, my Mistress can be very cruel and unforgiving!

She pulled me by my lead, and stood me in front of the horse box, the sort a child would jump over in the gym at school, She placed a bright Pink ball gag in my mouth, tied it securely around my head and ordered me to bend over the box, She kicked my right leg with her thigh booted boots, and told me to spread my legs wide apart, each ankle was securely strapped to each leg of the box.

She walked around the front of me, slapped my face very hard that it made me wince in agony, and ordered me to spread my arms out, again, my wrists were restrained to the front legs of the box, there was a long enough very strong chain attached to the legs of the front of the box, and my wrists were firmly secure!

She told me that I was sloppy, that I should know by now how high her standards were, the punishment was for my own good, for after, I will never be so sloppy again.

She lifted the skirt of my uniform, and the stiff petticoat and tucked it into my apron at the back, pulled down my black satin panties to my knees, then she just left me there, for what seemed like hours, of curse it was only minutes, I couldn't see her but I could hear the sound of her heels on the wooden floor, believe me when I say, that scared me more than the thought of what was coming next, but by then end of what was to happen to me, I would of been happy to have strapped and left there for 24 hours listening to the sound of her boots!

After a short time She came up behind me, She told me again how very disappointed she was in me, how much trouble She had taken to find a seamstress for me, to bring a dream, a fantasy to a reality. She told me the ball gag was to muffle my screams, so now of course I knew this was not going to be like before, yes of course I had been punished by her, but She was always thoughtful of my limits, somehow I thought this was not to be the case today!

I felt first her PVC gloved hand strike my bare bottom, I began to count in my head, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...... when She reached 30, She stopped, my bottom was burning red and sweat was dripping from my forehead.

she walked away from me again without saying a word, and left me there for what seemed like an age, but I was glad because it gave my bottom time to calm down.

Click, click, click, its all I heard, what was coming next?

She was walking towards me now, a slow cat like walk.

She placed something gently at first on my bottom, then THWACK, it was her favorite Device, her paddle!

I lost count at how many times she struck me, I wanted so much for her to stop, yet wanted desperately to please her!

She eventually stopped, my heart was pounding so hard I thought my chest would explode, but now I have pleased my Mistress, I've been punished to her satisfaction.

She threw the paddle on the floor, purposely at my eye level to taunt me.

Click, click, click, its all I could hear, surly she was done with me now?

She was standing in front of me now, she looked divine in her deep blue rubber catsuit, and what I saw her wearing filled me with such horror.

She told me that I would never again come before her dressed so slovenly, to be a French maid means more than just a uniform!

She teased me with the strap-on slapping it in my face, "you are My maid, I will train you to be the very best you can be, I will give you tests, I will loan you out to My friends, but first I must take you, I'm going to take your virgin maids ass, and after I release you from your restraints you will kneel before Me and thank Me for taking your virginity, for allowing you to be My personal on call maid"

She walked behind Me, I thought at first it was a joke, She was just trying to scare me, we had never done anything like this before, never even discussed it. I felt some cold and wet on my burning bottom, She slowly eased one of her fingers into me, I clenched my bottom as hard as I could, but She slapped my ass so hard that I instantly relaxed, Her finger was now deep inside me.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, relax sweet maid, in time you will be begging for My strap-on"

I felt the tip of the rubber dick enter my hole, and slowly she would push more into me, I though she would split me in half, how could She do this to me?

After each and every thrust my Mistress would whisper in My ear, "Such a good girl for taking Mistress's hard cock, you are pleasing your Mistress, you dirty little whore, can you feel Me inside you, fucking your virgin slut hole?"

How could this be, how could I be in so much pain, and have so much fear, yet now be so sexually excited? I began to push my ass onto her dick to get it deeper into Me, I was in heaven.

When She was done with me, she did as She said, I was released, I was on My knees, and I was thanking her, over and over again!

So that was My initiation, sometimes after that I would maybe forget My Satin gloves, just so I could be brutally punished, naughty French Maid!

Deep Curtsey

maid lana.

Hey!

My name is Kit from New York. I did a search on Google and your website came up, the Maids Academy blew Me away, looking at those lucky trannies dressed in their French maids uniform, I was so jealous, all that pretty satin and lace in all different colors.

My problem is that when I do a search for a maids uniform, its always the same white trash material that you know just wont last long, or the other option is to have one custom made, which is very expensive!

I long to buy and wear one for my Mistress, we have talked about it often, and She said that once I get one She will invite her Mistress Friends to come over and have me serve them, so you understand this poor creatures urgency!

I'm a big guy, not an over eating fast food junkie, just in case there are any Ladies reading this, I'm a kick boxing instructor so I'm very fit indeed!

Could you guys point  me in the right direction, cos I just cant seem to find any one here in the States who can, or is willing to help, but you guys seem very cool, judging from your website!

I have all the other clothing, shoes, stockings, satin panties, etc, I'm just eager to get a decent sexy French maids uniform, my Mistress said that once I get one She will invite her Mistress  friends over for me to serve, so you understand this poor guys urgency, any help would be greatly appreciative, and I promise to take a photo for your website to use if I get one!

A huge fan from NY.

Kit.
xx