EPISODE TEN: Sissy maid Sunday

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EPISODE TEN: Sissy maid Sunday

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Alan was still sleeping at 7 AM when his restraints were removed. The towels supporting his head were extracted and that was what finally woke him up. On his face was a red mark where the oval from the seat had pressed all night. His arms ached and were relieved at being back into a normal position. Sleeping on several wooden boards was not at all comfortable.

For the first time since arriving, Alan was totally nude as it was time to shower. Several residents led him to a bathroom with instructions to use the enema, conduct basic hygiene, and shower clean. When finished, Alan was baby powdered and perfumed, then he stood before Cheetah. She installed a Chastity device and this time is was a smooth-tube cage without the little thorns. Around his chest wrapped a bright yellow bra donated by one of the residents.

Cheetah tied a small loop at one end of a cord about 10 feet long which was eventually designed to be used for securing a butt plug in his ass. Around Alan’s waist just where his hip bones obviously bumped out, Cheetah encircled his waist and at the small of his back she fed the other end through the loop, then tied it, keeping it tight. He carried the remaining cord like a “tail” in his hand while being directed to a bed. Lying on his back Cheetah showed Alan a moderately sized butt plug, oiled and ready for insertion. Alan groaned obeying instructions to insert it into himself until at last the plug was set in position.

Still on his back Cheetah showed Alan another cord about 6 feet long and she laid it across his thighs so the center just touched his scrotum. From between his legs Cheetah grabbed the 10-foot rope coming from around his waist. She worked it between his cheeks tugging snugly to apply pressure to his butt plug, leading it over the rope on his thighs up along the right side of his genitals until it looped over the front of his waist cord. Pulling it downward it made a flattened “V” shape as the front of his waist. The cord then descended along the left side of his genitals, then over the cord on his thighs, over the butt plug and when Alan rolled to his side, the cord finally could be tied at the small of his back where it first started. Cheetah made certain all the slack was removed and it would be impossible to have the butt plug accidentally fall out. With the crotch-rope installed over the butt plug it strongly felt like he was being constantly fucked up the ass. The last dangle of the rope at the small of his back was doubled over as if making a loop, but it was tied several times around the waist using the double loop over and over until only the smallest loop opening remained and Cheetah slipped a tiny lock through that loop and around the waist cord, making it necessary to use a key to unlock the rope or otherwise physically cutting the rope.

Alan stood on his feet again. The rope on his thighs was now trapped tightly under his scrotum by the previous rope leading to his crotch. Alan grabbed the two lengths from the 6-foot rope and slowly lifted the rope until his balls bulged out like two golf balls in a small bag. He endeavored to encircle his genitals, first by double-wrapping a slip-portion at the base of his cock located immediately behind his chastity device. Alan felt like he was “choking” his genitals. Then Alan finished with a knot without letting that encircling cord loosen. The final lengths of rope were then tied to his waist cord very snug. His Balls and Cock in its chastity device were lifted higher to an abnormal position. Stepping into yellow panties which matched his bra it was easy to see Alan’s genitals were bound and bulging against his panties; an almost perfect display for embarrassing and humiliating a sissy male.

Trussed up as he was, Alan was sent off to resume his laundry chores. The toughest part for Alan was trying to ignore all the scantily clad women around him in the hall ways, and in their rooms when he picked up their laundry. They got pleasure watching him outside hanging up the laundry to dry, out in the open just wearing his bra and panties. The yellow made him especially visible. There were plenty of cell phone pictures taken by nearly everyone to prove it.

In the afternoon he was busy hand washing when Mistress Cindy appeared supposedly to supervise Alan. Head lowered, he politely greeted Cindy. Lacking a skirt, he couldn’t perform his customary curtsy. Cindy couldn’t resist taking several cell phone pictures of her own.

Cheetah and half a dozen residents spilled into the laundry area to watch their sissy maid at work. Suddenly Cheetah unlocked then un-knotted his rope. Alan was given some paper towels and instructed to remove his butt plug. “Yes, Cheetah,” Alan obeyed. He quickly slipped off his yellow underwear and untied the front cords, then gently he undid the crotch rope. The easiest manner to remove the last bit around his waist was to simply cut it off. All the cords were discarded. Easily the plug slipped out and he rolled it into the towels for later cleaning. Cheetah then handed Alan the last key to open and remove the chastity device. Even with all the eyes watching him, he found great comfort massaging his genitals and fleshy areas which had been bound all day.

Mistress Cindy was smiling as she told Alan to show everyone how as a sissy maid could masturbate until sexual gratification; she added that Alan would swallow his own sperm like a good sissy maid always does. In humiliation, Alan complied and soon his palm pushed his jism into his mouth. He repeatedly wiped off his cock, and licked his palm as his audience approved with applause and cheering. His discomfort of being butt fucked all day, bound tightly, and the strain of wearing his chastity device faded into memory. He was well spent and politely thanked Cheetah and Mistress Cindy for allowing the self-gratification.

Cheetah told him he had been a good sissy maid all day and as a reward, she should slip the panties back on, and retrieve his French Maid uniform for proper dressing. They were planning a grocery shopping journey and “Mimi” was required to accompany them for service as their maid. Alan knew he had just moved from the hot-pan and into the fire. He dressed quickly but attentively. Needing make-up, he was guided to a table with all he needed. An attractive coed helped brush his hair making Alan the perfect convert into a “female” French Maid. “Mimi” was revealed.

Mimi was told to avoid bending without flexing his knees. The yellow panties were like an alarm light in contrast to his abundant white frilly petticoat. Mimi was directed into the back seat of a vehicle driven by Cheetah with Cindy in the passenger seat. A sexy coed sat on each side of Mimi. Theirs was only one of several cars which caravanned about 30 miles from the college. They obviously didn’t want locals near the college to catch on, assuming that a French Maid was hired by one of the dormitories. Also, they wished to avoid any Frat House members to get the impression that their French Maid rescued by some unknown group of females was around in close proximity to where their party had been held.

The caravan found parking on the outer edge of the lot. One coed retrieved a shopping cart for the French Maid to push as her responsibility. As they approached the entry, some heads turned at the sight of so many lovely females all surrounding a peculiarly attired French Maid for shopping. Mimi was eager to be as inconspicuous as possible. Those surrounding her were oppositely motivated, and they were just as eager to cause her maximum humiliation and embarrassment.

Sunday afternoons are notorious for men to be at home watching sports and not grocery shopping for their female “significant others.” However, the few men in the store rarely failed to notice Mimi, the French Maid. Some even made a concerted effort to deliberately get closer views as they drooled their way past the gauntlet of college girls.

Throughout the shop, Mimi observed intentional delays. She stood behind her cart with flaring petticoats around her hips, and all patrons in the store took at least several double-takes at Mimi. She was very self-conscious. Gradually the cart began to fill and they were hardly halfway through the shop, when someone suggested perhaps they needed a second cart. Mimi hoped that was only a tease.

Standing in line became worse than Mimi feared. The gaggle of coeds abandoned her and she stood alone in the cue. Other shoppers tried their best to avoid staring since it was such an odd thing to see a French Maid pushing a cart through the check-out lanes. Awaiting Mimi, everyone was so entertained by Mimi exposure into public view as they stood near the departure side of the registers. As the final purchase had been bagged, Cheetah stepped up timely, handed the cashier a credit card, and soon Mimi was struggling to maneuver the bagged shopping cart out of the conspicuous shop. Mimi was every so glad they had not planned on leaving her alone to pay at the register, penniless, and trying to talk her way out of more humiliation.

Out in the parking lot, a few men had stood by just to watch the “French Maid.” She pushed the cart towards their caravan of cars. The coeds took over, and quickly all the purchases disappeared into separate vehicles. Mimi once again found herself in the back seat, sandwiched between two young coeds. They took all the room they wanted. Mimi clutched her hands into her sprawling petticoat. The frilly sensation made her fondly the sea of foamy frills. In her peripheral vision she noticed both coeds were watching Mimi nervously fondling her skirts.

The return to the dormitory was uneventful. Dozens of coeds quickly deposited all grocery bags into the kitchen, and just as rapidly everything disappeared into storage or the large fridge. Mimi had been made to kneel in the center of the living room, and sitting on her ankles. She was instructed to fondle her petticoat as she had in the car. Demurely she lost her hands in the caress of the frills covering her thighs and feet. Mistress Cindy was still among them. Noting that no one had any idea what to do with Mimi, she ordered Mimi to stroll by herself around campus, turning as indicated by a few coeds following behind her to watch.

Aside from her attire, Mimi actually enjoyed being “free” to walk the streets. Occasionally at street corners she turned and the coeds indicated straight, or left or right turns. Soon she was blocks from the Dormitory. But alone she was now passing the men’s dorm. It took no time at all for a flood of males to surround her. The coeds were laughing their heads off at Mimi’s humiliation. Mimi said little, fearful of being discovered as a male in drag. By behavior she pushed through the men to continue; only a few stragglers lingered behind until they too gave up. Of course more pictures had been snapped.

Mimi suddenly realized the coeds had left when she was blanketed by testosterone driven boys. She was still on campus but lost and now totally alone. In the confusion, she became disoriented. It was now twilight. In her erotic confusion, Mimi lifted her skirts fully exposing her panties. Her aroused state was obvious. Snapping back into reality, she wondered what was she doing? She made a choice to turn left at the next corner, trying to read the street signs. This was reminiscent of her first library drop-off public walk and the same embarrassment enveloped her. She tried to walk in the shadows, only partly successful. Occasionally students were walking the opposite direction and passed her. Behind her she only imagined them twisting around to laugh, thinking perhaps Mimi was a pledge being forced into humiliating attire.

Again she decided to turn left at another street corner. Not knowing where she was going was quite frightening. Thankfully things became familiar. Ahead she spotted her dormitory and her steps quickened. Occasionally a car passed carrying stupid boys shouting out inappropriate comments. Not soon enough she entered the dormitory as if it were a sanctuary. It seemed the all the residents were there to applaud her return. Mimi curtsied and politely said thank you. The group howled in laughter and very slowly they separated left and right so Mimi could step forward. Suddenly she saw “Bobby,” the President of the Frat House who hired her as a bartender for his party. He approached and gazed closely at her face. Moments later he said, “follow me.” And together they disappeared into a private room. Mimi pondered if this Sunday would ever end.

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