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The next few posts will be based off a piece of artwork I came across. My appreciation to the original artist.

The Maid.

Lilly

Lilly

Rules for sissy maids. 📏 👯 🍽️

“Oh, you two pathetic, worthless sissy failures… Just look at yourselves. Standing here like two brainless, empty-headed little girls who can’t even memorize the simplest rules.

I told you to learn the Rules for Sissy Maids by heart, and what did you do? You stammered, blushed, forgot almost everything, especially rule number seven: "A true sissy maid exists only to please others and must never forget her place beneath everyone else." How utterly embarrassing. Two pathetic sissies with tiny useless clitties twitching under their frilly skirts, who can’t even remember what they were made for. You’re not maids. You’re just two giggling, clumsy, shamefully wet little bitches who need constant correction.

Now quickly lift those tiny skirts, bend over the desks and push out those shameful, trembling asses. This ruler is going to stripe your bare, pathetic bottoms until you’re sobbing and reciting every rule like the well-trained little sluts you’re supposed to be. After each strike you will loudly thank me: "Thank you, Miss, for teaching this worthless sissy her proper place." Do you understand, you useless little holes?”

Natalie Mars 💖 🎀 💝

Original image 🔗

“Welcome to the softest corner of Sissy Paradise - the pink sissy sanctuary, where everything is pink, frilly, and made for good girls. Here sweet sissies spend their days in ruffles, stockings, and the sweetest thoughts... simply born to be pretty little decorations in the most delicate shade of pink 💕🎀”

A National Sissy Service Story.

Before the Male Servitude laws had gone into effect there was a mass exodus of young men from Britain. Leaving the male population outnumbered and the new laws easier to enforce. Many of the now in servitude young men were waiting to get placed in an academy, where they would be trained to be the perfectly turned out and respectful sissies the law now required. The women in the lives of these nervously awaiting poor guys weren't prepared to wait for placement in an academy, and started sissification of their charges from day one.

One such man was was 23-year-old Simon. Not having the means to escape the country, he had to stay and endure his two year Sissy Service. He hated the new laws and thought it was grossly unfair, as he had always treated women with respect, and he had a bitter resentment to the men who had caused these extreme laws to be devised. But unfortunately for him his mother was an avid supporter of these new measures. As such she started enforcing his new life as a sissy with vigour and wouldn't tolerate any resistance from him. She had bought an array of different dresses for him to wear and on the day the laws came into effect she wasted no time in sending him into town to do some grocery shoppin, and to face the undoubted laughter of the local women.

But things would get get far worse for poor Simon that day. On his way into town his ex-girlfriend Jane was walking towards him. He could see the smirk on her face and decided to just walk past as fast as he could. He'd momentarily forgotten about the part of the law which stated when a lone woman was walking towards a man, the man was ti step to the side and curtsey of bow their heads in respect and politely say excuse me. He rushed past her, not making eye contact, and he was just rounding the corner when he her shout, 'Err, excuse me sissy, aren't you forgetting something'.

It was then he remembered what he was supposed to do. He performed a mock curtsey and petulantly and sarcastically said 'excuse me madam'. He then turned and walked angrily away.

'Stop right there!' She shouted. He did, now think about the laws and what she was entitled to do under them, she could even call the police for such infringements. He turn and started apologising to Jane, but she just walked up to him and slapped him in the face. (Which was allowed now, under the laws).

'Please Jane, don't', he pleaded, 'I'm sorry, it's just these new laws, they're so unfair'.

'Aww, my poor baby' she mocked. Then she got more serious, 'Maybe you men should have thought about how you treat women, then this might not be happening'

He began to protest, 'I've always treated wom.....' but she cut him off with another slap.

'How dare you answer me back!' She loudly said, 'Come with me. I think your mum should know about this'. She then pinched his ear lobe hard and started leading him by the ear back to his mother. 'Your mum and I have become good friends since I dumped you, and we won't be tolerating any disrespect or rude behaviour, do you understand?!'

Yes Jane, please don't tell my...'

'Shut up!' Cutting him off again. Then she ominously add, 'i think a gag will be needed for you'.

After a painful and humiliating walk home, with Simon trying to process the idea of Jane being involved in his sissy service, they made it back to his home. His mother opened the door before they got to it, 'Hello Jane dear, what's going on?'

Jane proceeded to inform her of Simon's transgressions, and they were deciding how to punish him. 'Shall we call the police?' Jane asked.

'No, I think the police will be busy enough today, dealing with silly young men who don't understand the way off things now' his mother said whilst staring at poor Simon. 'No, I think we can handle his punishment'.

Simon's mother went inside and returned a couple of minutes later with to Simon's dismay, a ball gag, pair of handcuffs and piece of pink card with pink satin ribbons attached to it. She told Simon to kneel down and handed Jane the cuffs. His mother then said to him, 'Open wide sweetheart'. Simon didn't respond. Jane then added.

'You're only making things worse for yourself. Now, do as your mother tells you'.

Reluctantly he opened his mouth and his immediately inserted the gag and secured the straps tightly. All the while Jane's was smirking at him.

'Now, hands behind your back' Jane said sweetly with a giggle as she gently swung the cuffs back and forth on her finger to add to his torment. She then stepped behind him and secured his wrists with the cuffs, sweetly humming to herself as she did so, which sent a jolt of anger through Simon, and he started protesting through his gag.

'Oh, are we having a tantrum darling?' Jane said in a mocking sweet tone, 'Don't worry, we'll calm you down soon' she added as she patted his hair with her hand with a smile. Just then his mother took the piece of pink card and started tying the ribbons around his neck so the card sat on his chest, she said to Jane, 'I had these made at the printers, I anticipated some teething problems'. Jane read the writing on the card a d started laughing,

'Oh, lovely'. She said. Of course poor Simon couldn't see what was written on it, which was what his mother intended.

His mother then went back inside and returned with a vicious looking riding crop and strangely, a pink box. She handed Jane the crop, who took with a gleeful smile. Simon was getting the distinct feeling this was all preplanned, and they were just waiting for him to slip up.

'Right, up you get', his mother snapped, then said to Jane, 'I think the market square will be perfect, do you agree Jane? It should be nice and busy there'.

'Oh yes, the square should be perfect'. Jane said with a giggle.

Simon started to panic and to back away, so his mother nodded to Jane and his former girlfriend stepped up to him and gave him a handful of hands swipes across his thighs with the crop. His mother then said with a slight chuckle, 'You're only making things worse for yourself. Now, you're we're taking you to the market square, and there's nothing you can do about it'.

So, they started walking into town, with Jane and his mother pleasantly talking about how good things were going to be under the Male Servitude laws, and that Prime Minister deserves a Damehood. Simon listened to this with utter resentment. He'd had respect for women, and had never been misogynistic or harassed a woman. Why should he be subject to this treatment. But in the months leading up to day the laws came into effect women changed. Even shy women started bossing men around in the street, and most men did as they were told, knowing the fateful day was approaching, and not wanting to be labelled as a misogynist when the laws did come into effect.

As they were approaching the market square, more and more women joined them, and they all merrily talked and laughed about how wonderful the day was, and how they were excited to see Simon's punishment.

When they arrived at the squared Simon's face was burning red with humiliation. His mother then got the all female crowds attention and explained Simon's 'despicable' rudeness and lack of respect shown towards Jane. And that this was exactly what the new laws were designed for. And under the law, they had every right to punish him as they saw fit. The crowd were obviously in agreement and clapped and cheered their approval.

So, poor Simon was promptly bent over a bench, and to his horror, his knickers were pulled down. Then Jane started a merciless whipping with the crop. The crowd of women cheered and clapped as every every strike of the cane landed. Simon was in floods of tears by time it was over. And stood there sobbing as his knickers were pulled back up. But that was not the end of his punishment. His mother grabbed his ear and roughly lead him to the pink box she hand brought with her, and told him to stand on it. He was to remain there till the sun went down, so every one would know what a rude and disrespectful man he was, and the next time the town's women would see him, he would be the perfectly polite sissy maid.

Jane and his mother went over to a coffee shop and sat outside and watched as the throng of ladies gathered round him, laughing and mocking him and filming his ordeal. Through all this humiliating attention from the women though, he thought to himself that he was surprised that they had paid no attention to his penis. Why had they not laughed at it at the very least, it was the first thing he would have expected a large group of women to do if they were humiliating a captive man. It was then he realised, again to his horror, he had an erection under his knickers. And it was at that moment, as if reading his mind, one of Jane's closest friends loudly said, 'I wonder what he's got under his petticoats ladies'. She then, to the cheers of the crowd, moved towards him and reached for his petticoats......

A National Sissy Service scene.

Poor Simon. After his humiliation in the market square, he settled into his 2 year 'sissy service'. Although with a lot of resentment. But his mother and cruel former girlfriend, Jane, didn't ease up on his humiliations. An example of these cruel games was the 'knicker service' they devised for him. He would have walk around town for an entire afternoon, with a basket around his neck, and hands cuffed behind his back, and women would place any worn knickers they wanted him to clean. He is usually sent to the shops like this as well, his having made arrangements for the female shop assistants and managers to escort him around whichever shop he's in and place the items in his basket that his mother had pre-ordered. So he was seen often walking the streets like this, so to differentiate between when he was shopping and when he was on knickers service, Jane pulled his own knickers down around his knees when ever he was out collecting the women's intimate garments. Of course many 'erection inspections' were carried out to check he was not getting aroused by all the women's underwear. He often failed these inspections.

A Sissy Service scene.