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A story of sissy maid humiliation (a sequel to The Announcement)
by Daniela
The wedding was an enormous success. It was to become the talk of the town. The Mistress had looked simply gorgeous in her wedding dress. Mr. Marcus looked most becoming and handsome in his morning suit. But the icing on the cake for all of the Mistress’ lady friends was the reception and party. The Mistress had forewarned everybody about my new status as her maidservant, so that it would not come as a shock to anyone. Now that I was called Glenda Scrub, she asked them to address me only as Scrub, and certainly under no circumstances to call me Glen.
Nevertheless, it was a spectacle. I was smartly decked out in full traditional maid’s uniform for all to see. Black calf length dress; smart white broderie anglaise pinafore, heavily starched and carefully pressed, cross straps tightly tied at the back; white cap, collar and cuffs; black nylon tights; and little black patent leather ankle boots. Just to make my new status absolutely clear, around my collar, embroidered in black, was the one word Servant. And on my cap was a little badge with my new name Scrub.
It was the ladies who were really impressed. What a brilliant way to deal with an errant husband! To make him serve the food and drink in full maid’s uniform at his former wife’s wedding reception! Perfect punishment and perfect humiliation. Could you believe it? And for the Mistress to keep him on in her new married life as a full-time live-in maid, what a fantastic idea! The Mistress had ensured that they all knew how I had kept my sissy maid fantasies a secret for fifteen years, and they had all agreed with her that it was unforgivable. In the circumstances, the Mistress’ friends thought that she had been remarkably lenient. Well now I was finding out what it was like to be a real maid, and quite right too! How absolutely perfect. Let the punishment fit the crime!
To her lady friends, the Mistress had suddenly become some kind of feminist icon. She was overwhelmed by their response. By outing me so publicly, they thought that she had done a great service to women everywhere. It would help to make male employment as sissy maids more acceptable. It would help to make male domestic subservience more acceptable. No longer need women talk just of gender equality, they could contemplate a future of female superiority, where it was servile men who were told to get back to the kitchen sink, serve the tea, wash the dishes, iron the clothes, scrub the kitchen floor, and so much more! Women’s work will become men’s work, and that will be the role of sissy maids. One lady thought that special schools should be set up to teach sissy men all the appropriate domestic skills, so that they could play a useful role in society, and serve women more appropriately.
Another lady thought that sentences of domestic servitude should be handed down by the divorce courts.
In addition to making over the house and a substantial income to the wife, the ex-husband will serve as her maidservant for the next five years, with total responsibility for all the housework. In the event that his former wife marries again, he will at her instruction serve as her maidservant at the wedding reception. Subsequently, he will serve both his former wife and her new husband as their full-time live-in maidservant. If he fails to provide domestic service to her total satisfaction, she may appeal to the court, who may send him to sissy maid training school full-time for three months, after which he will have to complete not only the original sentence of domestic servitude, but an additional one, to be decided upon by the court in consultation with his ex-wife. Failure to fulfil any of these conditions will result in a five-year custodial sentence with no remission, and confiscation of all his assets in favour of his former wife.
What a world that would be! Errant husbands paying for their offences through sentences of domestic servitude.
The men had no sympathy for me either. As far as they were concerned, any man who allowed himself to be so humiliated was simply not a man. Obviously, I must have been a poof all along, so obviously they too had in some way been deceived. I could not help seeing the smirks and the sidelong glances as I fulfilled my new duties, moving from group to group to serve the drinks on a little silver tray.
After the reception, there was to be a full sit-down dinner. The Mistress had brought in outside caterers to do this, but had decided that my task would be to do all the washing up “to save work for the catering staff”. Before leaving the kitchen to return to her guests, the Mistress handed me a card.
“As a special favour Scrub, I am allowing you to see the menu for the sit-down dinner we are all having together. While you are eating your cheese sandwiches, you can read about all our beautiful food”. The caterers had set aside for me two cheese sandwiches and a glass of water, while the sumptuous feast was being consumed in the main hall. “Make sure you keep this menu Scrub, you will have to paste it into a scrapbook, which you will compile under my supervision, recording all the significant details of your new life as a serving maid. But while we are eating, you will be doing all the washing up.”
There was a huge and seemingly never-ending quantity of dirty dishes which I worked through steadily, while unavoidably listening to the sounds of merriment in the main hall. Eventually the Mistress returned. “I am now going to take you to a changing room. You will fall in line behind me. You will look down only at the back of my feet as you walk. Under no circumstances are you to start up a conversation with anyone”.
In fact, no-one conversed with me throughout the whole evening, except to order drinks. It was only later that I discovered that this was exactly what the Mistress had advised all her guests and friends to do. “She is now just a servant, and please treat her as such” she had said. “It will help her adjust to her new station in life”.
On our way to the changing room, many guests came up to the Mistress to say what a wonderful evening they were having, and she stopped to chat to them. I stood there, hands behind my back, gazing at the floor, not uttering a word, as I had been trained to do. She spent a long time talking to each guest, deliberately keeping me waiting. To me, nobody said a word. It was as if an invisible curtain had descended between me and all the guests, I was no longer a person in my own right, but an object of pity and scorn, a spectacle for public entertainment and humiliation.
Finally, the Mistress led me to the small changing room. She had originally decided I should serve at the party in a pink French maid’s uniform, but on reflection, had changed her mind. Although the pink uniform was delightfully sissy, it might also be seen as a little bit sexy, whereas the look the Mistress preferred was smart and subservient but chaste and sexless. So she had decided on an alternative, which she had kept a secret. Now I found out that I was to be dressed as Alice in Wonderland! She had had a blue calf length dress especially made, with a little white collar, the fullest possible skirt, and large puff sleeves, “perfect for a poof”, as she put it. Beneath the dress I wore white taffeta petticoats, with five rows of ruffled flounces. As well as filling out my dress, the taffeta of course rustled as I walked; in fact, I could not walk without rustling. Then there were white tights, and black Mary Jane shoes, with the smallest of heels, in traditional black patent leather. Finally, the Mistress had bought a long blonde wig, which she fastened with a black hair band.
Over the dress was to be worn a white bib pinafore. The Mistress took it on herself to wrap it around me, which was most unusual. Soon I was to realise why. The pinafore was voluminous, and starched almost like cardboard. The straps were wide and extremely long. The Mistress crossed the straps at the back, pulling the two ends through a simple locking device. Then she tied the straps tightly over the locking device and snapped it shut. Finally, the two ends were looped into in an enormous bow.
“Turn round Scrub”.
I turned round and looked down. As I looked down to curtsey, I saw emblazoned on the pinafore in large luminous poster red capital letters the simple message: “I deceived my wife as a secret sissy for 15 years”. I felt faint, I felt my legs were going to give under me. In my confusion, I must have looked a picture. Indeed I did, as I was to find out afterwards. Quick as a flash, the Mistress had removed a camera from her handbag, and taken a photo of my confusion to commemorate the occasion.
“That will certainly be one for the collection, Scrub”, she laughed wickedly with that triumphant smile I had come to know so well.
Just as quickly, her face hardened again.
“Scrub, what do think you are doing just standing there? There are guest in the main reception area waiting to be served their drinks. Get out there immedi-a-t-e-ly!”.
Blushing bright scarlet, I curtseyed and returned to the hall. By now, people had already had quite a lot to drink, and as they saw me in my Alice in Wonderland costume, they were pointing, whooping and laughing, some quite uncontrollably, while the cameras flashed. Despite all of this, I had to move from one group to the next, a bottle of red wine in one hand, white wine in the other, refilling empty glasses
By the end of the evening, everyone was dancing, except for just one person, standing at the back of the hall, hands behind my back, looking at the floor, as I had been trained to do. You might wonder why no-one took pity on me and offered a dance. Well, the reason why no woman would dance with me was emblazoned on my pinafore. And of course no man was going to be seen dead dancing with me, now I had been so comprehensively outed as a sissy maid. My life had been changed for ever. There would be no going back. The man I had been called Glen had simply ceased to exist.
Before departing, the Mistress gave me clear instructions. “You will make sure that all the glasses and crockery are fully washed up, dried up and put away, that the tables are cleared and washed, that all the surfaces are clean, that the floor is swept, that the carpets are hoovered, and that everything is absolutely spick and span”.
“You will note that when I spoke to the Manageress earlier, I promised her that my maidservant would do all the cleaning and clearing up afterwards. So she gave me a reduction on the fee for the use of all the facilities, because it meant she could send her staff home early. As a servant, you will be the last to leave. You will be here working hard at your cleaning and scrubbing long after all the guests have departed. But you will make sure to inform the security guard before you leave the building. In the morning, the Manageress will inspect your work, and I will telephone her later in the day to check that everything has been done to her complete satisfaction. You will ensure that the reception rooms are immaculate, or else. If the Manageress is in any way dissatisfied, let alone refuses to give me the promised fee reduction, you will be in the most serious trouble!”
I had seen the Mistress talking to the Manageress earlier. She was smartly turned out in a starched white blouse, black pencil skirt, black tights and heels. She was made up to perfection, and her blond hair was swept back tightly and secured with several hair pins in a ballerina bun. She looked a paragon of competence and efficiency. To all the guests, she was as charming and friendly as could be. But to me she gave such a look of open and withering contempt that I felt as if I had been turned to jelly. The thought of such an obviously strict and superior lady inspecting my housework the following morning was truly terrifying.
Just then, a taxi driver walked into the hall.
“And here is the taxi” the Mistress continued “to take me and my husband home to our wedding night. But you Scrub, as a servant, will of course have to walk back on your own. And that will be only after you have completed all your chores. When you eventually arrive back at the house, make sure to let yourself in quietly by the back door. If anyone’s sleep is disturbed, you will be punished in the morning”. Then the Mistress smiled sweetly. “I do hope you have enjoyed our wedding just as much as we have Scrub. We have had such a delightful evening! And I do hope you enjoy your walk home!”
As I curtseyed, the Mistress swept out with Mr. Marcus on her arm. I was too stunned to say anything. It was only as I heard the taxi depart I suddenly realised, I was still locked into the white pinafore! With a thirty minute walk back to the house!
But as usual I had no alternative. The housework all had to be done, the reception rooms had to be cleaned to perfection. There was a huge amount of work to do. It took nearly two hours of tidying up, washing up, drying up, putting away, cleaning the tables, sweeping the floor, emptying and cleaning the ashtrays, vacuuming the carpets, all still dressed in my Alice in Wonderland costume, with my voluminous white pinafore, taffeta petticoats and flounces rustling unavoidably. I was as terrified of the Manageress’ inspection as I was of the Mistress. Everything had to be perfect before I left.
Finally, I felt ready to leave, informed the security guard of my departure, and walked back to the house, heart fluttering, hoping against hope that there would be no-one about at that time of night to see me. When I eventually got back to the house after two in the morning, I returned to my room to find the key to the pinafore on the bedside table. I could undo the large bow of the pinafore straps, but it was a real struggle to remove the little locking device in the small of my back, with which the pinafore straps had been secured. But it would have been impossible to sleep in this costume, I had to remove it before going to bed. And I knew I had to appear in a different uniform in the morning.
Finally, I was changed into a nightie, and ready for bed. But when I removed the coverlet, I realised the bedding had been changed. Embroidered on the pillow case in large letters was the one word “Servant”. I turned the pillow case over, and there it was again, the one word “Servant”. Then I looked at the sheets. They were no longer cotton, but rubber. On the bed was a note. “Just in case your chastity device is not 100% effective, from now on you will sleep in rubber sheets. This will ensure there is no chance of you wetting the bed”. By now I was so tired I just got into bed and fell asleep instantly. So while my ex-wife spent her wedding night in the loving embrace of her new husband, I slept alone between rubber sheets like an incontinent child.
When I woke the next day, the feel of the sheets instantly reminded me of the events of the night before. I blushed scarlet at the recollection of my successive humiliations, while my erection strained hopelessly against the restraining ring of the chastity device. Then I glanced at the pillow. There was the single word “Servant” in large letters to remind me of my new station in life.
I knew I had to get up. There were chores to do, all the rooms had to be clean and tidy before the Mistress descended, and there was breakfast to be made, and the breakfast table laid. For my morning duties, I wore a simple blue uniform gingham dress, black stocking, little black boots, and a white mob cap. Over the uniform dress I wore a white bib pinafore, straps crossed over and neatly tied at the back. The Mistress’ instructions were clear. I was to be pinafored at all times, it was the badge of my servile status.
Eventually the Mistress and Mr. Marcus descended, still wrapped lovingly in one another’s arms. I served them breakfast, cleared away, washed the dishes, dried up and put away. Then I served them coffee in the lounge, and stood hands behind my back, eyes to the floor, waiting for my next order. The Mistress sat on Mr. Marcus’ knee, giving him long, slow, voluptuous kisses, just to make sure I knew exactly what I was missing.
After what seemed an age, the doorbell rang.
“Answer the door, Scrub”, the Mistress commanded.
I curtseyed, and went to answer the door. There stood Elspeth Pritchard, an old friend of the Mistress. Elspeth was a rather sour, unattractive old-fashioned spinster librarian, with thick glasses, a dislike of men in general, and a particular dislike of me.
“Ah there are you Scrub”, she said as she walked in. “I must say everyone did enjoy seeing you last night in your new role as a maidservant. And you looked so sweet in your Alice in Wonderland costume. Quite the little girl!” She was grinning all over her face. In fact, I had never ever seen her look quite so happy.
“Do come in Elspeth”, the Mistress said.
“I have simply got to say how wonderful it all was last night, Elie, everybody is saying so. You looked absolutely stunning in your wedding dress. And Mr. Marcus so handsome! And what a splendid idea to have Scrub dressed in full maid’s uniform, serving all the guests”.
“Elie, it says so much for your character. A lot of other women might simply have walked away from a divorce. But you decided to make a public statement with such style! What a perfect way to punish an errant husband!”
“Thank you ever so much, Elspeth, it was a pleasure, I can assure you!” the Mistress replied. “Do come through to the lounge. Would you like some coffee?”
“I would love some coffee, Elie”.
“Scrub, coffee for two!”
I curtseyed, departed to the kitchen, and returned shortly with the coffee.
“Now Scrub, you will listen to what I have to say. As you know, Mr. Marcus and I leave today for a month’s honeymoon. If you thought that would mean a month’s holiday for you from housework, you are very much mistaken. During my absence, my friend has very kindly agreed to act as your supervisor. Oh, by the way Elspeth, would you prefer Scrub to address you as Miss Elspeth or Mistress Elspeth?”
“Oh Mistress Elspeth definitely,” she replied laughing.
“Scrub, you will now say ‘Thank you Mistress Elspeth for agreeing to act as my supervisor’ and curtsey to her”.
“Thank you for agreeing to act as my supervisor, Mistress Elspeth”. I curtseyed. Mistress Elspeth was clearly enjoying every minute of this.
The Mistress continued. “As my representative, you will obey her in everything and she will be entitled to punish you in whatever way she thinks fit. Today we are going to have a little practice session. Fetch the riding crop Scrub, offer it to Mistress Elspeth then take up the position!”
I did as the Mistress commanded. While I was bent over, they discussed techniques for beating me.
“Well Elspeth, have you ever played tennis? That’s good. Well, imagine her backside is like a tennis ball, and with each shot you’re looking to hit a winner. Just like this!”
And so saying she got up and gave my backside a resounding stroke with the riding crop. I stifled a scream and tried hard to stop myself crying out loud.
Elspeth could not contain herself for laughing, she thought it was the funniest thing
ever.
“So now your turn. Scrub! You will count each stroke, and after each one you will say ‘Thank you Mistress Elspeth, please may I have another one?”
“Yes Mistress” I said through my legs, since I was still bending over.
“OK Elspeth, imagine you start by playing a cross-court drive”.
Thwack! “One. Thank you Mistress Elspeth please may I have another one?” Elspeth was completely convulsed by laughter, but the Mistress urged her on.
“That’s excellent Elspeth. Let’s have another cross-court drive”.
Thwack! “Two. Thank you Mistress Elspeth please may I have another one?”
“Now let’s have an overhead smash”.
Thwack! “Three. Please Mistress Elspeth may I have another one?”
“Finally, let’s go for an outright winner with a shot straight down the line. As hard as you possibly can!”
Thwack! The pain was excruciating as the riding crop landed on my buttocks yet again. “Four. Thank you Mistress Elspeth, please may I have another one?”
The Mistress now intervened. “That will do for the time being, but you will remain in position Scrub, with one hand clasping each ankle.
She turned to Mistress Elspeth. “Elspeth, that was absolutely brilliant, well done!”
“My pleasure”, said Mistress Elspeth, and she certainly sounded as if she meant it.
“Honestly Elspeth, you’re a natural. Have you played a lot of tennis?”
“Oh yes. In fact, I won a few tournaments”.
“How fantastic! Well, please feel free to keep your forehand drive and overhead smash in practice on Scrub’s buttocks over the next few weeks!”
The Mistress continued. “You may rise Scrub, and stand with your hands behind your back, looking at your feet, because I now have a few things to tell you. One is a piece of good news. I have spoken to the Manageress regarding the reception last night, and she was not displeased with your housework. In fact, the good news is that she will be prepared to use you again as a cleaner for functions at the hall. You will be required to do all the washing up for any sit-down dinners, and then clear up and clean afterwards. It will mean her catering staff will be able to get home early, and leave all the chores to you. The Manageress will be paying me a fee for your services, which will go some way towards defraying the extremely irritating costs of feeding and housing you. The Manageress will certainly require you while I am away on honeymoon, and she will be contacting Mistress Elspeth. So that’s good news, isn’t it Scrub?”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”, I curtseyed.
“In addition, several of my friends have asked if you could clean their houses from top to bottom while I am away, and again Mistress Elspeth will supervise. Of course, if any of my friends are in any way dissatisfied with your performance, you will be in the most serious trouble on my return. And I mean really serious trouble”.
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”, I curtseyed again.
“Finally, I do not want to seem too hard a Mistress, since I know you have had no relief for weeks. We will be away for a whole month. So I am going to allow you just one opportunity before we leave”.
“However, there is a condition. Several of my lady friends will be arriving shortly to send us on our way, and if you are to have relief, you must ejaculate in public for their entertainment”.
I blenched. I could not believe my ears. I had never masturbated in public in my life.
“You may of course choose not to take this opportunity. But if you don’t, you will have to wait until after our return from honeymoon. I can assure you that while we are away, Mistress Elspeth certainly won’t be unlocking your chastity device! If you want this opportunity, go down on your knees and say ‘Thank you Mistress’. Choose!”
In fact of course I had no choice. I had had no relief for weeks, and the events of the last twenty-four hours had made me so horny that my member was constantly straining painfully at the chastity ring. I went down on my knees flushing hot with embarrassment and said “Thank you Mistress”.
Just then, the first of the Mistress’ lady friends arrived at the door, soon followed by several others. I had to take their coats and hang them up in the cupboard, while they made themselves comfortable in the sitting room.
“Would anyone like some coffee?” the Mistress asked her friends.
They nodded enthusiastically. “What an excellent idea” one said.
“Scrub, fetch some coffee!” I curtsied and went back to the kitchen.
When I returned with the coffee, I sensed an air of expectancy. Suddenly, it dawned on me. They knew exactly what was about to happen, they knew what I was about to do. As usual, the Mistress had pre-arranged everything to perfection.
“Scrub, you will now fetch the wooden stool from the kitchen marked ‘Servant’, together with the large white enamel basin, and bring them in here”.
I curtseyed, went to the kitchen, and returned with the stool and the basin.
“Now fetch me the riding crop”.
I fetched the riding crop.
“You will now pull down your tights and your panties, lift up the skirt of your dress, and kneel on the stool”.
I did as the Mistress commanded. The ladies were besides themselves giggling, laughing and pointing, as they could now see my chastity device. I was beside myself with embarrassment. Not only was I exposing myself, but my member was as erect as could be.
“Normally his pathetic little willy is locked up 24/7 to ensure he observes his vow of chastity”, the Mistress said, while idly flicking the clear perspex cage within which my member was now standing fully to attention. “But today we will remove the device and out of the kindness of my heart, I will allow the little pervert some relief”.
She put down the riding crop, reached for her handbag, from which she took out some plastic gloves. These she put on, then took out a key. She stood up, seized my member with one hand, unlocked the device with the other, and removed it.
She sat down again, and took a stop watch out of her bag. “Get on with it Scrub, you have ten minutes from Now!” She started the stopwatch.
Her lady friends were beside themselves with laughter. One was quite hysterical. In truth, I was so erect, it took but a few minutes to ejaculate. As the white cum splashed into enamel bowl, there was a flash, I realised the Mistress had taken a photograph.
“You are truly disgusting Scrub”. She handed me a tissue. “Wipe yourself clean”.
Still wearing the plastic gloves, she seized my member, put the cock ring back on, re-fastened the penal cage, and snapped the lock back into place. “Now get dressed, take the stool and the basin back to the kitchen, and get out! And make sure you clean that basin thoroughly with disinfectant!”
The humiliation of the wedding party was nothing compared to what I had just experienced. As usual, the Mistress held all the cards, and played them to perfection. Banished to the kitchen, I waited for my next summons. Suddenly, there was a ring at the door.
“Scrub!” I hastily responded to the Mistress’ call. “Answer the door”.
It was the taxi. The driver took one look at me and smirked from ear to ear.
“Taxi for the airport” he announced.
“Scrub, take the bags out to the taxi”, the Mistress commanded.
The driver watched me struggling with the heavy bags, not even attempting to conceal his amusement. He unlocked the boot of his car, but left me to put the bags inside.
By this time everyone had gathered outside. While the Mistress was saying fond farewells to her lady friends, Mr. Marcus stepped over to me. “If I get the slightest complaint about you from Mistress Elspeth, you will get the thrashing of your life on my return. Do you understand Scrub?”
“Yes Master”, I curtseyed.
Then the Mistress turned to me. “While I am away Scrub, you will work like you have never worked before. While I am lying in the sun, visiting far-away places, wining and dining at exotic restaurants, or making love to my new husband, you will be preparing food, laying tables, clearing away, washing up, scrubbing, scouring, sweeping, polishing, dusting, laundering, and ironing. While I take my pleasures abroad, you will toil at home as scullery maid, laundry maid and housemaid, all rolled into one. For the entire month, you will be bossed by Mistress Elspeth, by the restaurant Manageress, and by all my friends. There will always be a female voice to criticize, nag and scold you, but never a female body to touch or caress, never ever again! Because when I return, I will ensure that you devote the rest of your miserable little life to nothing but domestic drudgery. I am now married to Marcus, and you are married to the kitchen sink. Scrub by name and scrub by nature! And don’t you ever forget it!”
Then she relaxed for a moment. “But before we leave, you may say ‘Congratulations on your wedding Mistress, I wish you all health and happiness, and a wonderful honeymoon’”.
“Congratulations on your wedding Mistress, I wish you all health and happiness, and a wonderful honeymoon”.
Then, the Mistress turned to Mistress Elspeth, and handed over the keys to the house, together with the riding crop, the symbol and instrument of her new authority.
“Scrub, you will curtsey to Mistress Elspeth and say ‘I promise to obey you in everything, Mistress Elspeth’”.
“‘I promise to obey you in everything, Mistress Elspeth”.
Mistress Elspeth gave me a look of utter contempt and triumphant glee, which she made no attempt to conceal. “Most certainly you will obey me in everything, Scrub. You will get to work immediately!”
Acknowledgement
The author gratefully acknowledges the inspiration of Ms Wooton’s brilliant 3-part story “The formation of my cuckold sissy maid husband”, also her kind agreement to the writing of this sequel.
Part 6 The Honeymoon