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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.

After Penny left for what Neil knew was sure to be steamy and sex filled weekend with one of her lovers, his head was reeling from the her mother's plans to take him to the village hall, that on top of the horrible jealousy he felt, knowing his wife was enjoying another man. But he knew not to say anything, for fear further humiliation and punishment.

It was a few hours until they were going to the women's group fete, so Neil was put to work, doing various household chores for his mother-in-law. Just before lunch time Penny's younger sister, Jennifer, popped over. She was probably the most enthusiastic about Neil's sissification. She constantly encouraged Penny to take his sissification further and further. It was down to her that he was still in nappies and was now completely dependant on them. Although she had put him through some of the most humiliating situations, she also had kind streak, and regularly treated him nappy rubs, where she would rub his excited, but now tiny, cltty to a heavenly 'squirties' through his usually soaked nappy. So it was with mixed feelings for Neil when she came bursting into the kitchen and planted a big kiss on Neil's cheek.

'Morning Nelly', she cheerfully said. She had called him Nelly since Penny first exposed him as her maid.

She then reached down under his skirt as she always did, and squeezed the front of his nappy to check if he needed a change. She found it was dry, and also felt his stiff clitty.

'Awww, well done sweetie, your nap nap is all dry. And is someone pleased to see me?'. She teased in sweet baby talk voice. Neil slowly nodded and looked at the floor, while Jennifer and her mum both laughed as he blushed furiously. His mother-in-law then announced it was time for his 'din dins', and Jennifer excited clapped and took him by the hand and said, 'Come on treacle, I'll help you into your chair'.

When Jennifer had settled him into his humiliating highchair she fussed over his dress and petticoats making sure to continually brush over his nappy and stiff clitty. When he moaned through his dummy, she smiled and said softly,

'I'll maybe give you rub rubs later darling. Ooh, tell you what, if you keep a dry nappy at the fete this afternoon, I'll give you rub rubs there, so all the ladies can watch. Won't that be nice'.

He .oaned through his dummy again, though this time in utter dismay at the prospect of such public humiliation. Jennifer of course knew it was a moan of dismay, but loved playing her little games and whispered 'good', before lightly kissing the end of his nose.

'Now let's get this dummy out so you can have your din dins'.

The plastic plate of the dummy had a light adhesive on it, about the strength of a sticker, just strong enough so he couldn't push it out of his mouth, but not too strong so some one could pull it out without it hurting. If he was ever caught without his dummy he would be severely punished as it would be obviously a deliberate act of defiance. The only times he didn't have a dummy in his mouth was during feeding and if he was performing some degrading task using his tongue. If even one word was spoken during these times he would be again, punished. Indeed, the last words he did speak were about 9 months ago, where he found out the hard way what happened when he did speak. That punishment was dealt out by Jennifer herself, and she knew he would be itching to protest the prospect of a public 'rub rub' at the fete, a was smiling down at him, and she raised her eyebrows as to tempt him to protest. Neil resisted, and the look of smug satisfaction on her face sent a jolt of anger through him.

Right then his mother-in-law came in the room from the kitchen holding a bowl of nutritious pink yoghurt and a baby's bottle fill with a pink milkshake like drink, which was his daily formula they had drink, which was slowly feminizing him more and more each day. Jennifer took the bottle and when they were approaching him it must have shown on his face that he was wetting his nappy. He hadn't even noticed. His mother-in-law reached under his skirt and gently squeezed his nappy.

'Yes, thoroughly soaked Jenny darling'.

'Awww, you were doing so well sweetie', she mockingly said to Neil.

They both chucked softly when his mother-in-law said, 'Don't worry my darling, we'll get you changed after your din dins. Now, open wide'.

Another recreation.

After Neil confessed to his wife, Penny, that he had wanted to serve as a maid, he was only thinking of it as a bit of kinky fun every so often. But as time went on and Penny had him serving more and more she realised how much better life was with her husband as a sissy maid. So much so that she decided to expose him to her mother and three sisters and all her friends. Initially he quite enjoyed his new situation, and to be honest there wasn't anything he could do anyway, being completely surrounded by strong willed women.

But when Penny casually told him she had started dating other men, real men, the foolish sissy tried to protest. After bursting out in fits of laughter at his silly attempt to assert any authority. After giving him a severe spanking she invited her mother, sister and friends around that evening. She had him stand in front of them all with his knickers around his knees, his bottom still very red after his spanking. She then had him repeat word for word his earlier complaints. After laughing almost uncontrollably for almost 20 minutes, they then had a detailed discussion about how to teach him a lesson for complaining. All the women agreed that if he was going to act like a baby and throw tantrums, then they would treat him like one. Complete with wearing nappies.

That was a year ago, and now and he was completely nappy dependant. In the scene above Penny is dropping off Neil at her mother's house, while she spends a romantic weekend with her latest lover.

'I've brought his new potty mum. I thought it would be nice for you and the girls to start his potty training'. Penny said.

'What a marvellous idea Penny darling. We're going to the Lady's Club fete at the village hall later, I'm sure the ladies won't mind if we set it up on the stage', her mother replied cheerfully.

Penny then said to Neil, 'Wont that be nice sweetie, all those women to help you with your tinkles'.