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makememaid -> From fantasy to reality (4/12/2013 7:28:39 AM)
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As we drive home from dinner at a local bistro the silence in the car is palpable. We enjoyed a nice meal, a great bottle of wine and some casual conversation. Not once was there any discussion of the fate I was about to meet. As I sit behind the wheel, I am a nervous wreck; it is hard for me to keep my mind on the road. I am overwhelmed with a variety of emotion: excitement, enthusiasm, commitment, liberation and nervous anticipation coupled with a fear of the unknown. I am going down the path I have dreamt for years; I am taking that gigantic step from fantasy to reality. Yet with all that emotion, as I look over,[mod note: removed another users name] sits there quietly with an air of confidence and self-assurance.
It all started about seven years ago when I met her online. She was looking for a female lead relationship and a live-in slave who would cater to all her whims, being there strictly for her pleasure. Mistress was also looking for a slave that would contribute to the relationship emotionally, mentally, intellectually and financially. After a lifelong career of making decisions and telling others what to do, I was looking forward to serving rather than being served, to giving rather than getting and focusing my attention on the happiness of one and only one person, my mistress. It was time for me to turn the control over to a dominant woman. We exchanged messages for many weeks but we never connected because I had too much baggage, something she wasn’t interested in. However, the connection was pretty good in terms of what we both wanted. She wanted to dominate and be served by someone who sole existence was for her pleasure, I wanted to enjoy my submissive side and serve.,[mod note: removed another users name] was interested in acquiring a sissy boy panty slave and I, long ago, discovered that feminization and forced fem brought out a very submissive side in me. In concert with chastity, I fall into a deep level of submission where my thoughts focus on one and only one goal, pleasing my mistress. Mistress lit a fire in me; one that smoldered for some time but continued to burn. Some fires burn out but this one didn’t. Every so often something would come along and fan the flames and every time that happened, I’d send her another message just to stay in touch.
As the fire intensified, the baggage that had weighed me down previously no longer encumbered me. It was then that she agreed to meet me in person. We took it very slow, meeting several times for a cup of coffee in a public place before we even graduated to lunch. We talked about everything, focusing on the relationship rather than the “kink” that initially attracted us. With an eye toward a long-term relationship, both of us wanted to make sure that we had the proper foundation before we jumped into something we would both regret. Lunch turned into dinner and dinner to dates. As we became more comfortable with each other, our time together grew. We even spent a few weekends together just for the purposes of testing our compatibility. It seemed like a match made in heaven so it came as no surprise when she invited me to “move in”.
In this relationship, though, “moving in” meant a lot more than just a living arrangement, it meant that I was going to enter a Female Lead Relationship and I was going to be her chastised sissy maid. I would live by the rules she clearly and definitively spelled out for me. As we arrived at the house following dinner, this was to be the beginning of our new relationship. Once I parked the car, I quickly moved around to the other side of the car to open her door. Then, I unloaded my bags from the car and walked behind her to the door. As we entered the house, she had me leave my bags near the door and proceeded to show me where I would be sleeping, It was small pink bedroom, with a four post bed, a small dresser, make-up table, mirror and closet. It came as no surprise as Mistress had me paint the room over one of our weekends together. She them proceeded to show me the things she had purchased for me with my credit card. The top drawer of the dresser had a number of beautiful lace panties in various colors along with a variety of stockings and pantyhose from Victoria’s Secret. The second drawer was full of foundation garments: two heavy boned corsets that we had ordered earlier, a few high wasted panty girdles, several open bottom girdles and other assorted items of lingerie. The bottom drawer contained a shiny new stainless steel chastity belt from Neosteel. This also came as no surprise since we took the measurements together nearly one month before. However, only now was it starting to settle in my mind that this would actually be my permanent new wardrobe. Then, we moved on to the closet where there were two satin French Maids uniforms, one in pink and one in black with big white petticoats. There were also a half dozen plain maids uniforms like those worn by maids in a hotel. Last be not least, there were a half dozen pairs of shoes raging from flats to 4 inch heels.
After introducing me to all my new things, Mistress Bobbi indicated that my initiation period was beginning and that I would start full service in the morning. She ordered me to take a long hot bath, being careful to wash every part of my body, and then to shave my legs, under my arms and around my genitals. Once that was complete, I was to dry off, put some powder on and put on my new Neosteel belt without closing the lock shut so that she could inspect my handiwork. Upon completion of the assigned, Mistress came in and inspected my work. Fortunately, it met with her satisfaction. Then she said, “before snapping this lock shut, I am going to repeat my rules if you plan to stay here as my slave;
1. You will be my chastised panty slave 24/7/365. You are here solely for the purposes of serving me and for my pleasure. I will make all decisions and you will obey all my commands. I will never ask you to do anything that is inherently unsafe or unhealthy but you may from time to time receive commands that you consider distasteful. You will do them anyway.
2. You will remain in chastity and panties at all times. You will only be released when I feel like it. When we are home and inside you will dress as my maid at all times. I will keep and control your male clothing at all times and it shall only be worn when we are out in public, in and around the yard and when you go to work. However, as a constant reminder that I now own you, you will be kept in chastity and panties under your male attire as well. From time to time, I may also require you to wear other female undergarments while dressed as a man.
3. Until your figure improves you will wear a girdle at all times unless I order you to wear a corset. Your satin maids outfits are for special occasions only and will always be worn with a petticoat and corset. However, for general housework they are much too restrictive. Therefore you will wear an ordinary maids uniform unless instructed otherwise
4. When we go out in public we will appear like a normal vanilla couple. However, your submission to me continues nonetheless. You will be polite, charming and sociable. I will make the decisions and you will greet them with great pleasure. You will always open my doors and walk one step behind me.
5. If you ever have a questions or concern, read #1.
If you still agree with the terms of our relationship, I will now snap this lock shut as a symbol of our agreement.” Upon hearing those words, I nervously, but anxiously said “yes, mistress.” No sooner did the words leave my mouth that I heard the lock snap shut. I was overcome with the feeling of submission and yet, liberation.
Mistress proceeded to say, “it has been a long day and I am ready for bed as I assume you are also. Put on some nice white pantyhose and a camisole top and put your self to bed. One last item, I want you to “sleep” on your decision to be my permanent slave after which there is no turning back. If you have a change of mind by tomorrow morning, you may put the clothes back on that you arrived with and leave. As punishment for wasting my time, though, I’ll send the key to your belt back to you when I am good and ready. However, if you stay, I expect you to be ready to serve by 7AM.
That night, I slept very little between the arousal caused by the pantyhose, the constriction of my new stainless steel underwear, and the big decision before me. I tossed and turned, my mind filled with thoughts of things to come. The night seemed to last forever. Finally at six in the morning, I knew I had a big decision to make. I stood at the dresser for what appeared to be an eternity. “Okay, I have made up my mind, I’ll wear stockings rather than pantyhose with my panty girdle today.” I put on my panties, forced myself into a very tight girdle, taupe stockings, a long line bra, slip and my regular maid’s uniform. A wig and a touch of make-up finished off the ensemble. Last, I put on a rather flat pair of shoes since I would be on my feet at day.
At 7 AM in the morning, I greeted Mistress with a smile and said, “How may I serve you this morning?”
Oh, and as for the decision to stay, I made that decision seven years ago.
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