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Sleepwalking Into Her Service - Part 1

I looked into the mirror for the very first time and instantly took a step back.

I was shocked. Staring back at me was a girl. Well not exactly a girl. A sissy maid dressed in a very short and frilly, pink satin dress, with pink high heeled shoes!

I was speechless and my mind screamed, "What has she done to you? Why did you let her do THAT to you. What on earth are you doing here, you fool?"

I suddenly realised I was being watched. I turned to face the woman who had transformed me. An achingly beautiful woman. A woman with grace and poise. The woman I had been very firmly instructed to call "Madam" when I arrived at her chambers only a few hours earlier and I knew, without any doubt, that I was not to question her authority.

Madam said nothing. She just looked me up and down, and smiled knowingly... as if she were thinking, "you're My property now, sissy".

I stood there, frozen under her critical gaze, not knowing what to do or what to say. I was completely tongue tied, with butterflies in my stomach. My mind continued screaming at me, "Get out of there, NOW...!" However, I knew I was going nowhere. She radiated confidence and I felt helpless before her.

She smiled again and at that moment, I realised her smile said it all. I was hers. Quite simply, I had no say in the matter. My life would never be the same again.

It all started a few weeks earlier. You know how it is. I was bored, there was nothing worth watching on TV and I thought I'd mess around on the computer for a while.

Earlier, my wife had been teasing me. She'd read an article in a magazine about a woman who claimed to have trained her husband as something called a sissy maid and put him  into chastity training and he now spent all his spare time dressed up in a French maid's uniform and willingly undertook all the household chores (amongst other things...!). It all sounded very kinky, but apparently, they were both blissfully happy!

Needless to say, I was sceptical... very sceptical. Why would any self respecting guy allow such a thing to happen? I certainly wouldn't.

That said, the more I thought about it, the more my curiosity started to get the better of me. Don't ask me "why?" Even after all that followed, I still can't explain why.

So with nothing better to do, I set about surfing the web, if only to satisfy my curiosity and in the process, prove that my wife's magazine was full of a load of nonsense.

What an education that turned out to be...! I won't bore you with the details. If you are reading my story you probably know exactly what I mean. Yet somehow, I couldn't resist digging deeper and deeper into a world I had no idea existed only a few hours before. A world of dominant women and of submissive men.

After a while, I started to tire. Although I was initially intrigued, I'd quickly arrived at the conclusion that this was a world of fantasy and make believe. Not a real world. There was nothing here for me.

Having proved my wife's magazine wrong and feeling rather smug with myself for doing so, I was just about to call it a day, when I stumbled over something different... something very different! Unlike the others, her website was discreet and tasteful. Full of beautifully taken images of the most alluring woman I had ever seen. Slender and elegant, with long, shapely legs, wrapped exquisitely in sheer silk stockings. A rare beauty, guaranteed to turn heads.

As I studied her photos, the cynic in me whispered, "airbrushed!" and I laughed, knowing that the cynic was probably right. This was a website after all!

Yet I couldn't stop looking at the images of a woman who promised to fulfil my deepest fantasies, to be a maid in training.  A woman who would turn me into her sissy maid, discipline me and at whose feet, I would gratefully worship.

"Oh, yeah? In your dreams, babe!" I sneered to myself.

I had no intention of becoming any woman's sissy plaything. I was a happily married man after all!

However, over the next few days I found myself returning to her website time after time. Even when I wasn't on the web, the woman was never very far from my thoughts. It was as if I were being drawn to her, and I realised I was becoming obsessed. I had to end this.

Of course, the sensible thing to do was to was to get on with my life. To forget about her and her world of submission and silken slavery, a sissy maid forever. After all, she couldn't possibly be real. Could she?

Instead, as her website invited me to do, I sent her a respectful email requesting an appointment at her earliest convenience. I pressed 'send' and at that moment, my fate was sealed.

As I stood at the front door to her chambers a week or so later, I felt as if I were living in a dream. It was as if I were sleep walking towards her and although I kept trying to wake myself, it was all in vain. Like the mythical siren, I simply could not resist her call.

So feeling foolish and powerless, I stood at her door and raised my hand to press the doorbell. My hand was shaking. My heart was pounding. I almost lost my nerve. But there was no turning back. I just couldn't stop.

The door opened and I stepped into her world.

To be continued...

Wherever Mistress goes, you will no doubt always find one of her sissy maid pink poodle bitches at Her side