I am a strict mistress who will humiliate you into forced
sissy maid training, just for you lovely sissy maids. Female domination is
superior and discipline plus servitude is all you should know.
If you are a French maid, or domestic sissy you will be cross dressed, and a
sissy transformation will occur, you will love every moment of it. A
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Maids outfits, maid dresses, tight lacing corsets, wigs,
stockings are all order of the day. I also have a school for sissy maids;
you will come along to my chambers and be forced to do anything I wish. Your
life is to serve only me.
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Strict Mistress Forced Sissy
I use only the best boned corsetry, made by Vollers, I
have at least 20 in various colours and sizes. And of
course my little poodles bitches nothing else will do for my girls except
the best silk and satin lingerie, marabou mules, in of course baby pink,
raven black and cerise. Five inch court shoes, so you may teeter around me,
making sure your strict mistress is completely satisfied.
In addition, deportment training,
curtsey, etiquette will prepare you for your duties as the Madam Raison
D'ętre the strict mistress new little sissy. Oh sweetie, I hope you realize,
I won’t take any prisoners so be prepared to come into the house of a busy
Mistress. There are various maid sitting and standing positions, over time
you will learn all of these to my SATISFACTION. There are 137 in total,
therefore make sure your pencil is well sharpened and note book to the ready
for me your strict mistress.
Strict Mistress Female Domination
I may, if you prove yourself truly
worthy let you help me dress, but only the French maid can do that. Then of course to prepare for the arrival
of my other minions. Oh girls, don’t think all of your time will be spent
in the mirror, that’s just not realistic in real life service. You will be
a prissy sissy maid, a forced sissy and you know something? You will love every delicious
second of it. Obviously my chambers will be spotless, even if I have to
make you clean the bathroom floors with your tongue.
Afternoon tea in my household is like
a religion, therefore you will be required to wait upon me, and of course my
guests. Preparing my favourite tea, Assam of course, black, and strained
through the prettiest of silver tea strainers for your wonderful strict
You will be
required to do any duties that are set for you,
from household chores, dusting, general
cleaning, scrubbing floors, like a good little
bitch. Toilet cleaning, washing, ironing.
Perhaps even some gardening, I always like fresh
flowers. Perhaps one day when your training is up
to scratch and you have proved yourself to my
high standards, you may be sent on a shopping
expedition for your strict mistress.
Maids and Sissy maid Uniforms all sizes and
bright colours, especially pink
Silk & Satin panties in a wide variety of styles
Dozens of Pretty petticoats, pink being my favourite
Stockings, tights, hold ups, black white or flesh tone
Silicone breast forms in various sizes
Corsets (vollers) girdles, bra’s suspender belts
Dozens of wigs
Shoes, high heels and flats
Strict mistress was in one of her frilly moods and I was dressed accordingly.
Underneath everything was a steel chastity belt to tuck things away, very
frustrating but also as sexy as my strict mistress kept the key on a pink satin ribbon
around her neck. The key dangled between her breasts, not that I needed an
excuse to look there.
My breast forms were glued on. One day, strict mistress said
that she would insist on me having a boob job of my own, but I wondered if she
was just joking, but then mistress rarely joked about such things. A tingle of
excitement and shame ran down my spine at the thought. I wore the sheerest
seamed nylon hold-ups covered with some really frilly and noisy white taffeta
bloomers which rustled at the slightest movement. They had multiple layers of
frills at the back and of course at the edges, top and bottom. The material was
double-lined as that felt so much better next to the skin, except of course that
the belt prevented any feeling. If I had been bad, strict mistress would add an anal
dildo which would lock on to teach me a lesson.
Strict mistress added a matching camisole over my forms, matching the bloomers,
very soft and sexy. It seemed a shame to cover such beautiful garments, but I
had naturally to wear a maid's uniform, for I was strict mistress's full-time sissified
slave, whose whole existence was focused on my strict mistress, whose only reason for
being was to serve her. It was a demanding life but one which had its own rich
satisfaction in being able to be in my mistress's presence and to bask in her
beauty and refinement. The maid's uniform was to die for, a concoction of frills
that rustled also, creating the fro fro look so beloved of my strict mistress. The
skirt was very full, pushed out by a lavish petticoat which itself was
multi-layered and had frills at the edge of each layer. The dress had layer
after layer of frills all the way down the dress, a cascade of frills even.
Naturally, it locked on at my neck so no escape was possible. At my neck was a
ruffle that stood out a full nine inches in all directions, forcing me to keep
my head high and making it hard to see much below my neck. Strict mistress had sewn
little bells over the breasts so any movement caused a jingle, and also at the
top of my arms and along the fringe of the skirt. It was almost impossible to
avoid making a jingle in the dress but mistress loved to make me stand still in
the dress at times and would cane me if she heard a sound. It was exquisite
torture when I had also to wear 5 inch heels to serve her, also locked on with
sweet heart-shaped padlocks. The bells also made it plain whether I was working
or not and woe betide me if she heard silence when she had set me a task.
Strict Mistress liked to tease me mercilessly. She would have me make tea, serve it
to her and then stand back, waiting for orders. Naturally, she would expect me
to stand still and not to fidget, and this dress made it hard to be silent of
course. She would wait a while, smiling inwardly at my state, liking my
frilliness, my submission that I had to look at the floor with my head bowed in
supplication as she sipped her tea.
"Were you looking at my breasts, maid Caroline?” She might inquire.
"Oh no, strict mistress, that would be most improper," I would retort.
lying little prissy bitch, I know you, you are always sneaking a peak when you
think I'm not looking."
It was true that my strict mistress was so desirable. Strict Mistress would wear such
magnificent corsets, having me lace her in, creating such wonderful cleavage in
which nestled the key to my belt. I would naturally wish to look at that area,
and even more so when I could see the key there and dream of my mistress
relenting and using it to free me.
"You deserve a lesson, I won't have such impudence. Assume the position."
I bent over and put my forearms on a table, arching my back. Strict mistress pushed
my petticoats up and pulled down my bloomers, exposing my cheeks and stroking
"It's the cane for you, dear, you know it's what you deserve, isn't
"Yes, strict mistress," I responded with a dry mouth, anticipating the
punishment to come.
"I won't gag you as I want you to count, assuming you
can count beyond ten I suppose, you stupid little bitch, and I want to hear you
I gulped at the threat, the promise even, as she swished her dragon
"It makes such a lovely sound, don't you think?” She
The preliminaries over, strict mistress commenced the punishment. I had to count each
stroke and thank her, my tone allowing her to judge the pace of the punishment.
I did not know how many strokes I had to endure, perhaps 30, perhaps more. Strict
might give me softer strokes if she was feeling kind, but often she liked to see
the welts afterwards for a week and she enjoyed making me cry. I hated it with a
vengeance, but the act of submission itself was immensely rewarding and
exciting, to be helpless before her, to be totally reliant on her mercy.
After 20 strokes, she paused and walked in front of me, raising my chin with
her cane and wiping away a tear.
"So, maid Caroline, do you like to look at my breasts with such abandon?”
she asked, the position making it impossible for me to do otherwise. She
relished the situation, knowing that she could, if she was feeling mean, double
the punishment for me having the temerity to look where she was forcing me to
look, but at the same time enjoying my obvious delight at the sight. She was so
beautiful it melted my heart completely, and in truth she could do anything she
wanted with me. I adored her completely, even as she delighted in torturing me
beyond the point of endurance.
What could I say? If I said yes, then she could admonish me for being so
forward and slutty, if I said no, she could punish me for not worshipping her as
was appropriate. She liked to create such situations, to see how I would react,
to see if I would take more punishment by being honest in my complete devotion
to her. The more compliant and obedient I was under her training, the stricter
she became, a virtuous circle that took me to ever greater depths of submission.
"Yes, strict mistress, You know that I adore you completely, that I also beg humbly
to be released from chastity."
Strict mistress laughed at my forward request.
"You can dream of release, bitch, but you have to earn that. You may be
freed if you serve me absolutely perfectly but not before."
Her eyes flashed at my helplessness, at the crushing blow to my hopes of
release, even though I was so frustrated after two weeks locked up. She loved my
condition, deliberately brushing against me, showing herself, arousing me as she
knew the effect she had on me and it delighted her.
She returned to cane me some more. Tears ran freely down my cheeks as she
continued, my bottom was on fire but I dutifully counted and thanked her for
punishing me. I adored her for being so strict with me, even as I squirmed in
frustration and pain. She was such a joy to be with, to serve, I loved her
completely my wonderful strict mistress.
Strict Mistress - Forced Sissy Maid
Forced sissy maid Caroline had had her new maid's outfit specially made. It
was pure indulgence, going to a ladies' designer, choosing the luxurious satin
and designing the creation with the lady's help. The outfit consisted of the
maid's uniform, a petticoat attached to a bodice and frilly bloomers.
Contrasting pink frills abounded on the bloomers and the uniform, which was in
pristine white satin. Of course, the uniform locked on at the back, at the neck
and in the middle of the back, where it is hard to unlock yourself even if you
have access to the key to the delicate little shiny heart shaped padlocks. The
finished creation was wickedly expensive but looked fabulous and would be a
surprise to her strict mistress.
The strict mistress had dressed in a white satin blouse herself, with a
tight black leather skirt and seamed stockings. She knew that forced sissy maid
Caroline loved her like this and she enjoyed teasing her by looking so
wonderful. Forced sissy maid Caroline had dressed and knocked nervously on the
door, before her strict mistress asked her in. She loved the new dress and
exclaimed in surprise and appreciation. The look was completely over the top,
but wonderfully so, and her strict mistress enjoyed the frills and the satin
very much. She took the proffered locks and had forced sissy maid Caroline kneel
as she locked her in.
"Today, forced sissy maid Caroline, we are going to the ballet, and you are
going exactly like that!"
Forced sissy maid Caroline was nervous and excited at the same time. Going
out in public dressed in sissy finery caused her much embarrassment but also was
a wonderful thrill. Everyone would naturally be drawn to look at the outrageous
outfit and wonder at the height of the supposed lady. Being with her strict
mistress diffused the situation but still it could be mortifying to experience
the stares of the many that would be curious about this overdressed lady.
Strict mistress had her driver take them to the theatre, where they both got
out and climbed the few steps to the entrance. Forced sissy maid Caroline had
been forced to wear high heels and found it hard to keep up with her strict
mistress’s more certain steps. She was red with embarrassment already as they
entered the bar and everyone turned to look at the strange sight. Forced sissy
maid Caroline had to order two glasses of white wine from the smiling barmaid
and tottered over to the seats that Madam had obtained, and then was forced to
go to buy a programme. People must have wondered if she was a weird member of
the cast with the puffed out skirt and frills.
They took their seats in a box, secluded from the masses but in full view of
the audience. Her strict mistress looked splendid in her blouse and severe
skirt. Forced sissy maid Caroline was enjoying being dressed and out in public
very much, luxuriating in the feel of the satin and the joy of dressing. She
also liked it that people would treat her like a lady, letting her go first. It
was so unlike usual life.
Strict Mistress teased forced sissy maid Caroline by telling her that she
would soon have to take ballet lessons in a full tutu and join the cast. For a
few minutes, she made forced sissy maid Caroline kneel rather than sit on her
chair to ensure her humility, and told her that she would be made to kneel
throughout if she was naughty in any way. At least forced sissy maid Caroline
did not have to curtsey in public, but her strict mistress could easily decide
to change that if she wanted. The ballet was spectacular and the strict mistress
asked if forced sissy maid Caroline would like to be the principal ballerina. In
truth, forced sissy maid Caroline loved the elegance and grace of the lady.
Strict mistress knew that forced sissy maid Caroline found dancing to be
very humiliating and so delighted in forcing her to dance before her guests,
even though she was hopeless. Forced sissy maid Caroline hated this but also
secretly was very excited at that humiliation as well as being forced to do
whatever her strict mistress wanted. She felt free when she was dressed and
locked in her sissy uniforms and she loved being with her strict mistress and
being under her control.
The ballet drew to a close and forced sissy maid Caroline was grateful that
she had been forced to present the bouquet they had bought for the principal
ballerina in person, on the stage for all to see the forced sissy nervously
stepped, tiny step by step into the spotlights and presented the bouquet to the
prima ballerina. The crowd roared with laughter and applauded, the humiliation
was overbearing but deliciously provocative at the same time. By Forced sissy