Title: How I became a Sissy Maid and Slut for a Dominant Master.

Preface:

I would like to begin by thanking all who will read my story here. This is a sissy story based on many thoughts I have imagined, many times throughout my life. These erotic thoughts have been enjoyed for a long while in my life. Like many sissy girls, stories like the one I will write here are meant to be very exciting and erotic. In my opinion sissy girls often have a lot of erotic and sissy thoughts in common. I have made this story as exciting but as realistic as possible. I hope you all enjoy it and maybe comment on it.

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Chapter One: The Beginning.

It's been a very interesting journey to date that has brought me into this lifestyle. My Master has commanded me to write the story of how I came to this place in my life, to live as his full time sissy maid and slut. He hopes by such writing that maybe other dominant masters may use such a story to help find themselves their own sissy maid and slut. This is the story of my sissy journey.

I have always been one who enjoyed thoughts about crossdressing and later in my youth to actually begin crossdressing. Through fantasizing as a child including wondering about all the lovely girls clothes I saw on girls around my age while growing up, to then actually begin some real crossdressing as a teenager. Of course like all too many young crossdressers I dabbled with first with my mother's clothes. For me I enjoyed trying on pantyhose, dresses, skirts and high heels, before her shoes became too small for me. I found it was all so exciting to wear.

As my teenage years moved me through puberty I also began to notice the things that attracted me sexually. Yes, I was attracted to all the pretty school girls and young ladies around me and of course that I saw in media, t.v. and movies. I loved their clothes, shoes, hair and makeup. It was odd for me as my sexual attraction was very heterosexual. But when dressing in female clothes and feeling so girly, I found it such an exciting thing for me to do. I also knew that being dressed feminine and sexy was for me a very submissive and sissy thing for me to feel and desire.

My crossdressing remained a part of who I am into my adult years. My sexual thoughts as I grew as an adult generally revolved around me being a sissy slut, sissy maid and general slave to a Master. I was so turned on by dressing up in women's clothes and feeling very sissyish and slutty. As time passed by, my real life women's wear wardrobe and high heels grew relatively large. I would crossdress and masturbate to varied sex slave, sissy maid, sissy slut fantasies. It confused me though as again in male mode I was quite heterosexual. I have had male female relations including marriage.

But crossdressing as a sissy was all so much for me about being weak, feminine and very sissyish to a real man as a Master. These thoughts and fantasies have dogged me through my whole adult life. But as time passed by, the urge to be a true sissy maid and slut began to consume me. I really knew in time in my life I would probably experiment with such role playing. Little did I know though I'd get caught up in a true Master/sissy slave lifestyle.

So as it happened and as typical I'd often dabble with reading for male to trans and trans to male adverts in my local Craigslist. I found these ads very interesting and exciting. A part of me would want to hook up, but I always chickened out, until one day and one advert that was like a magnet to me. It read as follows.

[Dominant Master, mid 30yrs SWM, fit, tall, strong, needs a full time, live in sissy maid and slut. Come on all you faggot, sissy girls, you all know you want it, crave and hunger to be in a sissy maid life style. This is no joke and I'm not into time wasters. The best replies will be short listed for interviews. Beg me to be your Master, you sissies. More details about you the better your chance in this competition. So what are you little faggot, sissies waiting for?]

Oh my God! I felt as if he was talking to me. I can't recall so much attraction to a dominant male before. I thought about his ad near constantly for about two days straight, including me even dressing as a sissy maid or slut and jerking off to it. I could not bear it any more. If I was to have even a chance of possibly living as a full time, sissy maid and slut, this advert may be the one to give it to me.

I found that this potential Master lived only about 45 minutes away from me. I finally decided to reply to him and I was so turned on by doing such. While I was wearing one of my black maid dresses, black, sheer pantyhose, black 5 inch spike heel pumps, a strawberry blonde wig with suitable makeup applied to my face, I sat and wrote as much detail about me as I thought could to get me short listed for an interview. I'm not sure if he likes a bit of an older sissy as I'm in my 40's, but I'm a youthful and cute looking 5'11" about 190lb. white sissy. I excitedly sent him the reply and waited.

Agonizingly, days passed by and soon even a full week had passed. I began to think he did not short list me for an interview for this sissy position. I was both ok with this but also a little upset that I seemed to not be given a chance. I guess maybe a younger girl was what he wanted. Soon as more days passed his advert fell out of my mind and I moved on living as I have been, as a closeted, crossdressing, sissy girl.

Another week passed by and then it happened. My cell phone rang. It was from an outside call and I answered it. On the other end was this Master calling me. He used my name that I supplied in my initial reply to him of Les, so as to be discreet. He told me his name was George. I soon was in conversation with him. We talked about thoughts of life as a sissy maid and slut. It was an exciting 20 odd minute phone call.

His ideals of being a Master turned me on and my thoughts of being a sissy maid and slut turned him on.

I explained to him of my full wardrobe of both black and pink, satin maids dresses, my extensive wardrobe of sissy slut wear with them being short skirts, sexy tops and short, slutty dresses. I told of my love of pantyhose and tights. I continued on by telling him of all my high heel shoes and boots. Finally I told him of my sissy wig and that I have a full makeup collection.

He then also ask me about a sissy name and if I had one already?

I kindly replied, "Of course I do Master, it's Chantel, Sissy Chantel, Chantel LaFemme Swallows, is my full sissy name Master," I added, "I adore this very feminine and for a genetic male, sissyish name."

Master George said, "That's a great sissy name and I'm ok with it."

I also told him I have freely drafted a full Master/Sissy slave contract that I think he'd enjoy using if he was to enslave me. This excited him as it shows that I'm very sincere.

He then set up my actual physical interview time. I will only be given one chance to try and win him over. I was to meet him tomorrow along with a friend of his named Gage at a local restaurant for a lunch interview. I was instructed to be there before 11:00am and get a table while I waited for him and his friend to arrive. He told me plan to do what I have to do to impress him at this interview. To which I said told him I would and we ended our call. The next 24 hours was to be very exciting for me.

Chapter Two: The Interview and What Soon Followed.

I awoke the next morning, knowing I was about to meet my potential Master and his friend for an interview to possibly become his full time, sissy maid and slut. I was so excited but also very nervous. I under dressed as I typically do each day in my life with a panty and black, silky sheer pantyhose. I also for today put on a bra and slip under my male clothes. I then decided to print out a copy of my Master/Slave contract and I even brought a memory card filled with photos of me dressed as a sissy maid and a slut, as well as a few humiliation videos as such, just in case we really hit it off. I have no idea where I may stand given any other sissy girls who may have or will be interviewed. But I will impress Master George and Sir Gage as best as I can.

Soon it was time to be on my way to the restaurant and get a table to then wait and meet Master George and Sir Gage. It took me about 20 minutes drive time to get to the restaurant. I was still so nervous but so excited.

Entering I asked the waitress for a private table or booth for me and two other gentlemen who are soon to arrive. My waitress took me to a rather quiet booth and asked if I would like coffee while I waited?

I said, "Yes please." and she poured me a cup. It was a few minutes after 11:00am.

I was so nervous while I waited for George and Gage to arrive. Drinking the coffee helped me though. I was then looking at my watch and saw it was about 11:10am when I noticed two men enter the restaurant. They were talking to the waitress who earlier sat me at the booth. Soon they were all heading my way. I figured this must be George and Gage, and yes it was.

I stood up and extended my hand to shake both of theirs. I introduced myself by my male name of Les. They introduced themselves as George and Gage. Soon we were all seated. The waitress left some menus for them and served them coffee. As she left, conversation returned to me and my interview to possibly become Master George's sissy maid and slut. First, Master made it clear that he is not interested in using my male name to refer to me by. I sheepishly agreed and noted again that my sissy name is Chantel and yes, I need to get use to it. It was rather odd but exciting to hear real men call me Chantel and me responding to it. I felt very girly and sissyish.

Master also noted that he was not looking for a time wasting, sissy, faggot. He made it clear that I must not waste his time if I was such a time waster, sissy faggot who only wanted a cheap thrill from this meeting. I sheepishly agreed and told him I was totally serious of becoming his full time, live in sissy maid and slut. He and Gage were pleased by my demeanor.

Gage then asked if I was wearing any feminine clothes under my male clothes? To which I excitedly noted that I was wearing black sheer pantyhose, panties, a bra and a slip. He liked the reply and knowing I was in feminine clothes.

Master noted that he sees our waitress is in a skirt with black pantyhose too. He noted to me that a little test for my humiliation will be when she comes back to take our orders, I'm to comment and compliment her on her choice of hosiery and then tell her that I was wearing black pantyhose too. The tell her that I'm a sissy girl and I love wearing pantyhose, panties and all sorts of women's clothes and high heels.

He and Gage both can see that I was a little flush with the soon to be embarrassment. I knew I had to do it if I really wanted a good chance to become a sissy slave. I was clear to say I will do as I'm told to Master.

We then moved on to me pulling out a copy of my Master/Sissy Slave Contract. He was impressed as I handed it to him. He and Gage both commented that I have included pictures of me dressed up in with the contract. We began to discuss its details when our waitress returned. Soon I will have to embarrass myself before her.

"Are you all ready to order?" she asked.

Master politely replied, "Yes, we are."

And he began to place his order. My heart was pounding with a growing fear of embarrassment. She moved on to Gage and he placed his order. Soon she looks at me. I'm a little bit flush and nervous, also not too hungry as a result. I told her my light order and looked at Master George. I knew he was waiting for me to embarrass myself.

I noted, "I find your black pantyhose to be very nice looking, do you know the brand they are?"

She with an odd smirk thanked me and said, "These are Hanes brand and they fit and feel good."

"I love Hanes brand too, they can be a little pricey but are very nice fitting and feeling pantyhose," I excitedly reply.

I quietly add, "I am wearing black sheer pantyhose too, they Legg's Sheer Energy," I go on, "I find them another nice brand and not too expensive."

She giggles and says, "Well if you enjoy wearing them, have fun."

I now add, "Yeah, I'm a sissy and I'm also wearing a panty, bra and a slip under my make clothes," I add, "I love it and am looking to become a sissy maid."

Master and Gage are sitting back and enjoying me embarrassing myself.

She finishes with a smile, "Well, good luck to you and I'm sure you will make a fine sissy maid."

"Thank you," is my sheepish reply.

She then walks away with our order and George and Gage both laugh at me.

Master says, "We love it Chantel, good girl."

I thank Master for the humiliating situation I was put in.

Soon we talk more about my slave contract. Written in it are many points and rules such as my sissy name and me agreeing to legally changing to it if I become enslaved to him. They talk about how it notes I will have my male clothes dispensed with and my possessions will be surrendered to Master to keep and/or sell. Things he is not interested in will have to be rid of. Sissies are owned and own nothing. The contract notes about how I will surrender most of my saved money to him as well.

It's so humiliating. As we eat lunch we move on to other contract points. My sissy diet, which will be quite plain and cheap, my life as a slut and pornography work. Things like punishment and all sorts of other Master/slave things. George and Gage both love it and are blown away by the details of my freely drafted Master/Slave contract.

They especially love the added section of me noting that I should have a tattoo on my lower back side where it will say "Sissy Chantel's cum receptacle, I love cock." It also notes that if Master can find a doctor willing to do so that I shall be castrated and take some hormones as well to help get some breast development. Sissy Chantel must look and act feminine and sissyish. It was a great review of this cool contract.

Well near an hour goes by and soon the interview begins to wrap up. I so want Master George to pick me. He notes he is impressed with me and my effort to become enslaved. I do thank him. I knew I had to give a kicker point to end with. So here goes I said to myself.

"Master, I will sign the contract right here, right now, and then you will have my commitment and if you then decide to enslave me, you only have to sign your parts of the contract and then call me once you do to tell me that I'm a your sissy slut and maid," I add, "I will also give you this."

I pull out a memory card and tell him it's filled with photos of me dressed as a maid and a slut. It also has some humiliating sissy videos. He and Gage were very impressed now.

I nervously add, "If you then enslave me, you can humiliate me all over the web, make a Facebook page, Twitter, Youtube etc. all to out me as a faggot, sissy maid and slut, with the photos and videos on this memory card."

Master George loves it and lets me sign the contract right there. They make a cell phone video to show that I'm not being forced to do so. He takes the memory card as well.

I add, "I can move into your home within the next month, if you decide on me to become your slave choice quickly."

Master replied, "I will make my choice in about a week or so."

Well soon he dismisses me and we shake hands and part our ways. As I drive home I'm so hot and excited. I'm nervous too but I can hardly wait to see if he does pick me. I may be a very long week of waiting.

Chapter Three: Master makes His Choice.

The days of waiting whether I made the grade into sissy slavery or not were agonizing. No amount of dressing up and fantasizing with masturbation could keep me from thinking, is Master George going to pick me? But I waited. He said he would make his choice in about one week from our lunch meeting. Surely he'd call me one way or another. All that has passed and with me leaving him a signed contract and humiliating photos and videos would have him call me even if I was not picked to be his live in sissy maid and slut.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when my cell phone rang. I answered and in a moment I knew it was Master George.

"Good afternoon Chantel," he said.

I was all a flutter as I replied, "Yes, Master, good afternoon to you."

George began to tell me the good news that he has decided to give me the sissy slave position. I almost fell out of my chair. I could not believe what I just have heard.

I so nervously but excitedly reply, " You, you picked me Master?"

Master clearly says, "Yes, Chantel, you were the most prepared sissy girl and gave the most thought and effort to the idea of living in a full time sissy slave position."

My head was all spinning inside. I was so excited at the thought of becoming a sissy maid and slut.

We began to talk about how things will unfold from here on. Master told me that I am now to be officially enslaved to him from today onward. He has already created my humiliating Facebook page, Twitter account and a much more hard core sissy slut blog. All are now outing me as a faggot, sissy, who will live as a sissy maid and sissy slut. I could hardly believe it was all happening to me, but it was. Years of fantasy, crossdressing, a huge feminine wardrobe and high heels, all playing my fantasies and now today I will begin the journey into my new sissy life.

Master told me that he and Gage were going to be by in a couple of days to begin going through all of my possessions. I was to make sure that I dressed up as a sissy maid, with full make up and wig on. He will be by around 11:00am. I excitedly noted to him I will be dressed for him and his friend Gage.

I was so excited but still so scared as I was about to totally transform my life into one of a live in sissy maid and slut. There will now be no going back. My life will be very different now. I can expect most every sissy fantasy and humiliation to come true and maybe more.

I awoke Thursday morning and prepared for my first sissy meeting with Master George and Sir Gage. I showered, shaved, and skillfully applied all my sissy makeup. I'm pretty good with my makeup and can look quite feminine once done. Enough to look much as a girl and not just a guy painted in make up. I put on one of my black, satin and lace bras and some breast enhancers to give me a bit of a boob look, not too large but feminine enough. I slipped on a clean, high cut, black, satin panty. I opened with joy a brand new pair of Legg's, Sheer Energy, black pantyhose and femininely slipped them on one leg at a time and then carefully pulled them up over my sissy hips. Oh, I so love wearing pantyhose.

Next, I slipped on a hip length, white, satin slip. I then put on a white, frilly and ruffly petticoat, followed by one of my black, satin maids dresses with frilly, white, lace trim, I tied on my white, satin and lace apron and a black, satin with white, lace choker. I grabbed my shoulder length straight but full strawberry blonde wig, which is sort of a classic Jennifer Aniston look. Top it off with a frilly, black, satin and lace cap. Oh, I was looking so sissyish.

I then stepped into a pair of 5 inch, spike heeled black, velvet pumps which had cute black, ankle straps. I love these heels, but I love all my high heels. I scampered to a full length mirror just to excitedly look at myself. I loved the sissy maid that I was seeing. My sissy dick was getting quite hard in my panty. I practiced a few curtsies and then waited for Master to arrive to see me for the first time as his sissy maid.

Soon he arrived and I saw him from the front window, I then scamper to open the door. With a deep curtsey I said, "Good Morning Master George and Sir Gage, sissy Chantel at your service."
Master George, excitingly replied, "Good Morning Chantel, how is my sissy maid today?"

With great pleasure I said, "I'm feeling wonderful and great today Master."

Oh my God they loved it, they loved how I looked dressed as a sissy maid. Soon they were in my home and I knelt before them as they sat on the sofa. Master complimented me on how I looked, of course I thanked him for said compliment.

He then noted that today he and Gage will look at all my possessions and tag the ones he will take to keep or sell off with small orange stickers. Anything else not tagged as such I must then dispose of before I move into his home full time. I nodded in agreement as I remained on my knees before him.

Talk moved to why Master was wanting a live in sissy maid and slut. Master George tells me in a stern voice, "You know Chantel, I've had sluts before. I have had a few real girls employed for me as escorts and they really can work out well as many men like female escorts. But real girls usually only do it for money or drugs," He adds, "They will often move out of such a job as they get older. Oh don't get me wrong, some real girls like the job, but most will grow tired or old of it."

I listened to Master attentively, saying nothing.

He goes on, "On top of that, there are pregnancies if they fail to use protection or it fails on them. That complicates things and takes real girls out of the job for quite awhile if not for good," continuing he adds, "Plus lets face it, many real girls deal with being on the rag a few days each month and can be a pain to deal with. You see what I mean Chantel?"

I excitedly reply, "Yes Master, I see very well."

Master goes on noting how the internet today brings up much about using tranny/sissy sluts. He adds, "Sissy sluts are becoming desirable sex toys in today's world of sex, Chantel. Dressed hot n' sexy like most sissies love to be dressed as, where as often real girls don't often like dressing as such. Well you can see the attraction to using sissies as sluts."

Master firmly adds, "You see Chantel, you all put on some make up, a nice wig,

some sexy clothes and heels and you sissies all can look like hot chicks too. Horny guys and sex starved husbands or boy friends, often get off on sluts like you. To them you are just a hot chick," his voice excitedly adds, "Sure they will likely just get off up your butthole, but they also know they will get you to give good head too, like you all love to do.

I sit on my knees and listen to all this hotness in discussion.

"To them they are not having sex with men as they'd most likely not ever care too. To them you are just another hot chick and slut," again he adds, "Yes, they know you are all chicks with dicks, but they love how in reality sluts like you are really into the sex and the slut lifestyle," following up he says, "This is why I'm going with a sissy like you Chantel. Enslaving you makes it easier for me and I know that you Chantel want it too!"

I interjected, "Yes Master, you are correct."

"Yes and the icing on the cake for me is also having you live as my full time sissy maid too."

This is all why Master George wants a full time sissy maid and slut, like me and he now has me.

Soon we talk about my chastity device a CB3000. He hands me the item. I note that I have a hard on right now and may not be able to fit it now. He laughs and tells me that I can go to the bathroom and quietly rub one out to help get my sissy dick back to being flaccid. It will be my last free masturbation session. While I am rubbing one out he will begin tagging things.

I stand, curtsey as he dismisses me. I then go to the bathroom with my CB3000 in hand. I stand before the mirror and begin to play with my sissy dick. I'm so turned on. It does not take long before I shoot my wad of sissy cum into the bathroom sink where it may belong. I now feel all deflated and generally blah. As expected when a sissy like me shoots a load, we tend to feel upset and like failures as men. I then just sit on the toilet seat and shake my head thinking What is wrong with me? But I know feeling down like this will not change my new life.

A few minutes pass and I'm feeling better again. I soon take the CB3000 and fit it on locking it over my sissy dick and balls. I no longer can freely jerk off. It may be a hard thing to deal with in my life now, but so be it. I tuck my sissy dick and balls back in my panties and pull up my pantyhose, adjust my petticoat and dress. It's done. I walk back to where Master is.

He and Gage have gone through many of my possessions that are now his to take and deal with as he desires, as I enter the living room I say, "Dear Master, I have completed my task of putting on my CB3000." with a curtsey.

Master George and Sir Gage both then sit back on the sofa, Master calls me to come to him, I do and again curtsey before him.

He is excited as he says, "Lets see your sissy dick all encased in the CB3000, so pull up your dress and petticoat."

Of course I do as I'm told and femininely pull up my dress and petticoat. He then reaches out and pulls down my pantyhose and panty, thus exposing my sissy dick and sissy balls all encased in the CB3000.

Master quite happily says, "Very nice, Chantel, the CB3000 looks appropriate on you."

I do a light curtsey as I say, "Thank you, Master."

Master asks, "So did you test to see if you can still try to jerk yourself off?"

"There is no way I can jerk myself off Master."

Master notes how that is good, as a sissy who has free access to masturbate, often has her mind filled with wanting to do such, especially when all dressed up as sissy girls like to do. This makes them less efficient and harder to control. Locking up a sissy's dick and balls helps keep them focused on their true purpose in life, sissy slavery. Masturbation should be under the strict control of a Master. It then becomes a reward for a very diligent and submissive sissy slave. To which I agree with my Master and give another curtsey.

Master then tells me to put my sissy dick and balls back in my panty, pull up my pantyhose and fix my maids dress. After I do he says to me I'm a good girl, I happily curtsey again.

Soon he and Gage are done with tagging the things he wants. He tells me that I am to begin ridding myself of all things he has not tagged. I acknowledge him and curtsey. He tells me over the next few days he will come over and begin to take these possessions, I will be notified so that I can be dressed up as a sissy maid each day he comes over. I graciously thank him and curtsey once again. He and Gage then leave.

My head is spinning so I sit down and just try to take it all in. I feel the CB3000 on my sissy dick and balls. I look around the room and see orange stickers on all things of value. My mind is all on about my slavery now. I do wish I could masturbate now but being locked up in my CB3000 well that wont happen. I'm probably going to have to go a few weeks before Master may reward me with a masturbation session, such is my new sissy life.

Days pass by, Master and his buddies come by a number of times. I dressed as his sissy maid each time. He and they do not engage in any sex with me yet, as he wants to build up to that inevitable pleasure for him and them too. Slowly my valued possessions are removed and I'm used to help in doing so. Master sells some but keeps others. He notices I'm ridding the things he does not want. I am to have nothing except all my feminine and sissy clothes, high heels, makeup, and wig. Day by day before I move into my Master's home there is less and less things where I live now.

It takes about two and a half weeks, but soon it's my last night before I move into my Master's home full time. I'm left with only a clean black, satin, high cut panty to put on, a pair of black, silky sheer pantyhose, a black, lace bra, a silky, white slip, a white, frilly petticoat and a black, satin maids dress, apron, lace choker, lace cap, wig, makeup and a pair of black, smooth leather 5 inch high heeled pumps. In the morning I will give myself an enema, smooth depilatory cream all over, shower and dress as sissy Chantel. I am to arrive promptly at 10:00am and a new chapter in my sissy life will open.

Life as I grew up living as a 'faux' male and really just a closeted, crossdressing, sissy maid and slut will be over, never to return. Living as an enslaved, sissy maid and slut will be 100% full time beginning in the morning. I'm sitting, shocked at all that has happened over the last few weeks and what I am now to be. But I am also quite excited as it's going to be a very different and interesting lifestyle to live. There is no turning back as Master has told me. I try to sleep but await morning with a level of bliss, joy and fear as well.