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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 new series now, which I'll be adding to periodically.

A Bright Future. A National Sissy Service Story.

It's the 2035 and unfortunately, for the last couple of decades, male attitudes towards women have being getting steadily worse. Fuelled by social media and even mainstream music and films, misogynistic and sexist attitudes have taken hold within the male population of Britain and the western world. S*xual harassment in the work place is at an all time high, and women didn't feel safe to walk the streets on their own for fear of being harassed or God forbid, worse.

Of course there were alot of men were just as appalled at the situation, but the situation was now untenable for women. So for the last 10 years women were making sure female MPs were elected to parliament to try and change the situation. And by 2035, parliament consisted of 95% women. But there been not progress with changing male attitudes. So desperate times call for desperate measures. So the ruling party put forward a bill entitled, 'The Male Servitude Act 2035'. It was passed with a 95% majority, the only opposition was from the few male members of Parliament.

The act would make it law that from early 2036, all men from 21 to 30 would have to spend two years in servitude to a woman or group of women. Usually this would be their Mothers or Aunts, sisters and cousins, or their wives or girlfriends. If a man had no female relatives then he would be assigned a Mistress by the state. Usually a former girlfriend or wife, or female employers or colleagues. (Former female teachers or lecturers would also good for the role of Mistress. The men would spend the two years sissified, the level of sissification to be decided by the Mistress/es. (Fortunately fkr the men no physical changes could be made to their bodies, apart from any weight loss deemed necessary. Hence the media nickname for the bill, 'National Sissy Service'.

Men over 30 would be randomly 'called up' to serve their two years up until to the age of 60. Mandatory sissification was not mandatory for these men, but some form of humiliating or degrading attire was compulsory, or naked if the Mistress chooses, in age appropriate settings of course.

Lots of aspects of the bill would be ironed out of the course of time, but the bill was overwhelmingly, and ardently supported by the female population of the UK. And tbe cherry on top for the triumphant Prime Minister, was that the leader of the opposition, one of the few male MPs, and a fierce opponent of the Bill, was to be othe first to be subject to the new laws. And was to be her personal maid at the Houses of Parliament and at home.

Continuation of previous post.

Another recreation of an Andy Latex piece.

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.

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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.