I didn’t have to force my sissy maid into her uniforms, she went willingly. I noticed her ad on the internet and it intrigued me. It read; “Novice, submissive, young male loves dressing up. Searching for a long term relationship with an understanding woman. Willing to be trained to conform to your needs.” the picture was of an attractive, young male, slim with long hair. He obviously had potential, so I met him, and got right to the point.
“Specifically what I’m in need of, Brian, is a ladie’s maid. you would be trained to keep house and cater to all my needs, which will always come first. You’ll be trained in precisely how a maid is expected to act, and, of course, you will not hesitate to obey me. In return you will be well paid and will have a wardrobe full of the frilliest uniforms I just know you’ll enjoy wearing. However I will expect you to be totally convincing in appearance and completely feminine, which, under my guidance, you’ll become. If this interests you I will expect you to sign a five year contract,” I said, which he did.
Over the next two weeks, Yvette, as I renamed her, became completely feminine, or to be more accurate, completely feminized.
All day at my beauty salon transformed her into a very attractive, and in her French Maid’s uniform, quite sexy maid. Then it was on to a doctor friend of mine for her titties. Which I explained she could have removed later. Although with the hormones I was secretly putting in her food I was sure she’d hate to part with them after her titties and nipples became so sensitive.
I found Yvette quite easy to train and I could see she was trying her hardest. She was quite devoted to seeing to my more intimate needs, which greatly pleased me. She absolutely loved all her uniforms, which I picked out from the large selection in the Centurian catalogs. I even let her pick some.
However I quickly noticed a real problem that simply had to be dealt with. As soon as she put her panties on her little pussy, as I rightly referred to it, couldn’t help becoming so excited. Which I didn’t mind when she was tending to my needs. Frankly, I thought it was cute.
But I wasn’t happy when she kept it up while she went about her chores all day. And, of course, it got worse when her titties and nipples started becoming so sensitive. Increasingly I caught her playing with them, instead of going about her chores, when she thought I wasn’t looking. It was obviously distracting her from her work, which she was having a hard time concentrating on. Obviously something had to be done.
So, when she would change into her work uniform I had a special bra for her. The stiffest torpedo bra I could find. There’d be no playing with her titties and nipples, if she could even feel them, in this bra. Second I dictated that while she did her chores there was to be absolutely no unauthorized erections. And that she would be subjected to frequent, on the spot panty inspections. If her little pussy even hinted at being excited I immediately dealt with it.
I have a low coffee table in the living room. If I see her with unauthorized erections I immediately order her to remove her uniform and get on the coffee table. poor thing, she knows what’s coming and begs and pleads as she obediently lies on the table and spreads her legs. Which I keep that way by attaching a spreader bar to her ankles. She sobs as she puts her arms above her head so I can fasten them and then tautly chain them to the wall nearby. After which I strap her down, at the waist, to the table. Her eyes are wide, and fearful, as she watches me remove the shoes I’m wearing and replace them with the special punishment shoes.
“Oh please, Mistress. I’m sorry. I try not to , but I can’t help it,” she cries.
“I know, I know,” I say patting her consolingly, and affectionately, on the cheek. “But we simply must stamp out these unauthorized urges you have, mustn’t we?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she sobbed.
“But, you should look on the bright side,” I said, inserting the gag, “At first I was having to put you on the table sometimes twice a day. Now, look at how much progress you’ve made why in just a week you can almost go all day without my having to deal with your little urges. I’m sure within a month you’ll be completely cured, and you’ll be able to concentrate on your chores.”
Bringing my foot down I was sure it wouldn’t take that long.
It’s easy to restrain a she-male with a collar and ball gag, cuffs, spreader bar and waist belt, all from Centurians.