The Bad Boy Gets Punished: A Sissy Maid Missy Bad Boy Series, Part Four

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Michael's co-residents other men who had recently arrived for training and who were scullery maids, as Michael was, although slightly further along in their development. For the most part, they were too exhausted and demoralised by their new existence to say much. There was an exception, a man named Peter, who, according to himself had once ran a large company but had had a mistress. When his wife found out she threatened to leave him unless he did this maid training thing. Losing his wife would effectively mean losing not only his home and access to his children. but also his business, so he had no choice. He hated everything about his new life. The doctor came in. She was a powerful-looking woman with short blond hair. Another woman came in with her. She also looked strong. Aren't they fabulous? My heart goes out to every girl in the Rose Room. What pleasure they bring us, and what an inspiration they are to all girls to know that they will be loved and admired if they bravely put their feminine foot forward.

I waited for what seemed like an age before she returned. She entered the room holding what was the familiar and dreaded shape of a school cane. I thought I was done, but she informed me that since it was not lady like for even a sissy to have an accident on the Ladies Room floor that I would have to start over from the beginning. She filled the 2 Quart enema bag again and we started from the beginning. I was told to fix myself and to look like a proper sissy maid. Mistress Rosemarie had not released the enema, but the big enema douche nozzle hurt my sissy vagina. I stood there for several minutes as Mistress Rosemarie took pictures for my sissy scrapbook. It is so humiliating to know that I have a sissy scrapbook that she keeps and is my ultimate threat of embarrassing exposure. I stood as still as I could dreading the start of my sissy maid duties for the day.She continued “I see you are a well-fed male. And have not been exercising much. All our inmates are overweight and unfit when they arrive. We remedy that gradually, and with care, so that our men become as lean and strong, as males are naturally intended to be. But our Society provides more improvement than purely physical. We modify male attitudes, and make males into good slaves of women. I emphasize the word “good”. Any male can be a bad slave. We train males to be good slaves!” I knew from Day One that you were no man. Certainly not man enough for MY daughter! I really am very happy she found Tyrone. Now THERE's a REAL MAN!" As I previously wrote once Michael my husband had become my maid Michelle and moved into the spare bedroom I continued with his feminisation and with the help of my mother put her on a hormone programme to ensure any masculine traits were suppressed and her female traits enhanced. Whilst I had toyed with the idea of chastity the hormone regime and the fact that she was small in that department meant there was no need. However I still had needs that needed to be satisfied so Michelle’s domestic training included providing oral services along with her household duties. My mother helped with the training and benefited from Michelle’s oral skills as well as domestic capability. As I said previously my mother encouraged me to start dating again and I rekindled a relationship with a former boyfriend William. He is a strong forceful man and very much my equal. My mother offered to take Michelle on as her live in maid so I could develop my new relationship with William and to ensure Michelle was fully aware of her new position.

She got out and took my big pink suitcase out of the trunk, as I nervously got out of the car. Tyrone just looked at me and laughed. I could see my breath in the chilly garage as Jill brought my suitcase inside, instructing me to wait until she returned. Michael looked dumbly at the paddle. His first impulse was to drop it. He didn't want to spank another maid. He felt sorry for Peter, who was a victim, just as he and the other maids were, of these sadistic females. The reason I thought I could survive outside the Wendy house was probably due to my Mistress Vikki accepting an overseas assignment but she has written saying she will be returning in late October and will be very disappointed if she finds me trying to retrieve any of my male thoughts or attitudes. I do hope that with the help of the Wendy House, and by paying more attention to the advice of Miss Blouse, I shall escape her punishment and be allowed to continue as her pathetic sissy slave pandering to her every wish (I especially look forward to having to hand wash her lingerie and her taking me for a bra fitting at a sissy friendly store we have used in the past).

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The only article of clothing he found was a pink fluffy dressing gown with matching slippers. Just like what a woman would wear. Humiliated, Michael realised he had no choice but to put them on. He had nothing else to wear. I must look ridiculous! You will treat all of my friends with respect. When they come to visit you will serve us as waiter and maid or make yourself scarce if I tell you to, including leaving the premises. completely feminized and submissive to you. Depending upon her duties, she may require uniforms that are appropriate