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At the Ladies Club they pride themselves on being able to turn any man into a simpering sissy. Most of the members have sissified the sons and nephews, but these two passionately kissing pansies were once hyper-masculine and very arrogant sales executives. About as far feom potential sissies as you coukd imagine. Their long suffering girlfriends and female colleagues had requested the help of the Ladies Club to give them the attitude adjustment they needed. And the Club was only too happy to oblige. Only this attitude adjustment would mean becoming permanently sissified and very much in love with each other.

Another recreation of a Sardax piece.

Continuation of previous post.

After Victoria grew tired of Carl licking her boots, she allowed to the women to take it in turns to 'supervise' his work. The humiliation was unbelievable for Carl. Here he was being lead around, pointlessly scrubbing the ground, by women who up until recently were his colleagues, the women mocking and laughing at him. One of the women even had him stand in front of the women watching from inside, and had him pull his knickers down and show them his shrivelled and very cold penis. Tears mixed with the rain as he heard them erupt with laughter and he looked to the floor as he saw some of the women taking photos on their phones. One of the women outside walked up to him and tilted his chin up with her gloved hand and forced him to smile. But what could he do? It was either this or prison.

When the group of women were ready to go back inside they had kiss each one of their boots and thank them for supervising his work. Then another group would come out and humiliate him further.

This was only day one of his punishment, and as Victoria had already told him, he would have got at least 2 years in prison of she went to the police. So she was going punish him for three years, with no time taken off for good behaviour.

Continuation of previous post.

One of the women shouted out to Victoria that Carl should be drying her boots. With a beaming smile she agreed and told Carl to fetch a cloth. When he returned she had him trying to pointlessly dry her boots for 20 mins. Accompanied by the muffled laughter of the women watching. When Victoria grew bored of watching his fruitless efforts, she scolded him for failing and had him lick her boots instead. As he lowered himself down and just as his tongue touched her boot he heard the the all female audience erupt into further laughter.

Continuation of previous post.

Continuation of previous post.

A new role in the office. Part Three.

A new role in the office, part two.

He was obviously mortified when Sandra produced the maids uniform he was to wear. She couldn't be serious, he thought. But Martin's shy and quite submissive nature didn't allow him protest. So he found himself stripping naked and allowing Sandra to slowly dress him. The fear of one of the women walking into her office was very real. After dressing him, and then having him serve her coffee, she had him clean her shoes as usual. Whilst carefully licking her shoes to a shine, she casually told him that he had far too much body hair to wear the dress and underwear properly, so he was to accompany her home that night where she would assist him in shaving it all off.

A new role in the office.

Martin had worked for Sandra for around 5 years, and had a god working relationship. She'd always thought he was attractive, and loved how shy he was for good looking man, but was always professional, and she was happily single. She did feel a bit sorry for him at times though, being surrounded by women, as her only male employee. But she had a very mischievous streak and was naturally very bossy and dominant.

So she added more duties to his workload. Firstly, he had to bring her coffee and clean her shoes at the start of each day, then every two hours bring her a tea or coffee and thoroughly check her shoes for any scuffs on them she might have made since the last clean, and re-polish them if there were. Of course this ate into his time for te rest of his work. But that wasn't an issue to her. She had her plan for him.

Continuation of Sissy Neil's story.

The humiliation didn't cease of course. Poor Neil was given bottle after bottle of his sissy formula, ensuing he would constantly need to pee. Of course he failed to keep his nappy dry many times, to the endless amusement of the seemingly straight laced women.

Finally, he managed to keep a nappy dry, and filled the potty in front of the crowd of cheering women. And as promise, Jennifer announced to the crowd, that he was promised a nappy rub if he succeeded. Neil desperately shook his head to beg her not to, not in front of all these women. Again she smiled and raised her eyebrows to indicate she would punish him for any tantrums. So he layed back on the stage and Jennifer knelt in-between his parted legs. She slowly and gently started rubbing the front of his nappy. He started writhing and squirming a d to the increasing cheers of the women, start bucking and jolting as, after 30 pitiful seconds, started to spurt his meager sissy cream into his nappy.

Continuation of Sissy Neil's story.

After a humiliating feeding then a drawn out and soul crushing nappy change, Neil was left in the living room on the floor. His thoughts drifted to how on earth had he let this happen. 18 months ago he had been a manager of a large warehouse and was moving up in the company. Now he was here, increasingly more sissfied, nappy dependant, and forbidden to speak. Completely dominated by an ever increasing amount of women. His wife was having, no doubt, amazing sex with another man, which he suspected was one of his old colleagues, someone who took his old job when Penny made him quit. And was about to publicly humiliated again. All this because he wanted to serve as his wife's maid on the odd occasion.

Jennifer entering the room shook him from his thoughts. 'Right Nelly, we're ready to set off for the fete'.

He was about to stand when Jennifer stops him.

'Ah ah ah, crawl please, petal. After all babies don't walk do they, not even big babies like you'.

This was new, Neil thought. He had crawled around for the women many times but only for their entertainment, something like this they would have him walk whilst holding his specially made baby reins. It was when he got to the front door, he realised why they had him crawling. Standing there in driveway was his mother-in-law, and next to her was an oversized pink pram. He desperately moaned through his gag and shook his head to beg them not to make him get in that.

'Now now Nelly. We don't want to have to report any tantrums to Penny now, do we'. Jennifer said in a mock stern tone, whilst wagging her finger at him. 'Now in the pram with you'. He crawled over the hard driveway and reluctantly climbed in, Jennifer helping him all the way, she spent a few minutes fussing over his dress and getting him comfortable.

'Right, all set?', his mother-in-law cheerfully asked, 'Now you'll be arriving in style my sweet flower'.

They walked out of the driveway and onto the path, his mother-in-law pushing the pram, both women laughing and joking, while a tear of shame and humiliation rolled down Neil's cheek. It wasn't just his situation that was making him start to cry, he realised hiw stiff his clitty was under his nappy when he hated what they were putting him through.

Jennifer insisted that they walked along the high street, and every single woman came out to see Neil in his pram. Tears were now flowing down his cheeks, the overwhelming humiliating public exposure was too much for him to bear. He was kissed on the cheeks,nose and cheeks pinched, tickled under his chin, and every woman had a nice long feel of his nappy. And each one felt how excited he was, despite his tears.

When they finally got to the village hall, he was met by senior members of the Women's Group. More kisses, pinching and nappy checks ensued. More tears flowed. Neil longed for the relative safety of the village hall, just to be inside, away from the near constant stream of women, loving his sissification and babification.

But he knew more humiliation was to follow, and the women were not going let up. It was unfathomable for Neil, why all these women were so intent on putting him through such utterly humiliating scenarios. Why did not one of them take pity on him. Unfortunately for poor Neil, an answer to that question wasn't going to be forthcoming.