By Goddess Claudia

I had always been a man. I mean, that much was obvious. I'd never
considered wearing women's clothes or "getting in touch" with my
"feminine side." That stuff was ridiculous. Why would I ever
want to do that? Well, that was exactly the question I was asking myself
as Lady Constance Z looked at me and laughed. I'm not sure how it
happened, but Lady Constance had somehow turned me into a dainty French
Maid. It all began when I walked in the doors at Club Dom in Columbus,
Ohio. I had been wanting to serve Lady Constance for quite some time, and
now was my chance. I had heard that one of her specialties was
transforming men into maids and sissy sluts, but I was sure that couldn't
happen to me. I was just looking for a session in the dungeon. There was
no way she could talk me into any of that feminization stuff. At least
that's what I thought.

Lady Constance greeted me at the door and we chatted briefly. She was
friendly and pleasant, and quite attractive, too. I felt at ease as we
talked. "So, are you ready to become my sissy slut, dear?" Lady
Constance asked. "I think you'd look rather cute. I have some plans
for you, and I know you want to make me happy."

I hemmed and hawed for a few moments, trying to buy time and maybe
change the subject. There was no way I was dressing up as a woman. I would
just as soon walk out the door. "Are you afraid?" Lady Constance
asked, a note of mock concern in her voice. "What is holding you
back?"

That was easy to answer. "I'm a GUY, Lady Constance," I said.
"You can see that and I can see that. I'm no sissy, so why don't we
just forget it."

Lady Constance looked at me with an amused smile. I wondered what was
going through her head. "You apparently think you're so tough,"
she said. "But I don't think you're so macho. Let's see what you're
really all about."

Lady Constance told me to remove my pants and bend over in front of
her. She took a wooden paddle off the wall and began to beat my ass. At
first it didn't seem so bad, but the strokes soon began to add up and Lady
Constance had no intention of stopping. If anything, she was hitting
harder as she went along. The pain was becoming unbearable. My ass was on
fire. I began to whimper and tears formed in my eyes. "Did you say
something, dear?" Lady Constance said. "I thought I heard you
crying a little bit. I must be imagining things, because I know you're a
tough guy."

The paddling continued. Then Lady Constance switched to a couple of
different floggers. I finally reached the breaking point. "Please,
please, Lady Constance, I'll do what you want," I said. "Just
stop, please."

Mercifully, Lady Constance stopped the beating. My body -- and what was
left of my male pride -- hurt badly. But Lady Constance had taught me a
lesson I would not forget. I was so thankful the beating was over, that
for some reason I was grateful that she was going to make me a sissy. The
whole idea of it turned me on, and I wanted to please Lady Constance more
than ever.

Lady Constance handed me a tissue to wipe my tears, then led me over to
a chair and table in front of a mirror. "Guess what?" she said.
"It's time we covered up that purple ass of yours. It looks like you
took a nasty beating. Here, put on these frilly pink panties for me. That
will cover up the bruises."

I took the panties and pulled them on. I really felt foolish. Lady
Constance opened a nearby closet and I knew I was in for more trouble.
Inside the closet were dresses, high heels and all types of women's
clothing. "We're going to have fun in a few minutes," Lady
Constance said. "And if you're good, I'll let you help me when I
decide what you are going to wear for me."

Before I could even open my mouth, Lady Constance took me by the hand
and guided me into the bathroom. She pointed to the sink and bathroom
counter, upon which sat a large can of shaving cream and a razor.
"Before we dress you up, we're going to have to clean you up a
bit," she said. "I want you to shave your chest hairs, and
around your cock and your legs."

Shave my legs? I had never thought of such a thing. Besides, it was
summer and what would happen when I went out in public wearing shorts or
my bathing suit? What would people think? I began to hesitate. Lady
Constance spoke softly. "Let's not make this any harder than it has
to be," she said. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way.
It's up to you. But no matter what, you're going to do what I tell
you."

I still wanted to become a sissy, but there was no way I saw shaving. I
told Lady Constance how I felt and that I was not going to comply with her
demand. I told her nothing could change my mind. "Nothing?" Lady
Constance said. "We'll see about that." With that she took my
clothes and hid them somewhere. When she returned, she said, "Maybe
you should consider the predicament you are in, slave," she said.
"I have locked your clothes away and you won't be getting them back
any time soon. You can leave, but I doubt you'd want to walk out the door
wearing nothing but frilly pink panties. Another thing you might want to
remember is that in the other room I have all sorts of things that might
convince you to change your mind -- whips, floggers, nipple clamps, a
violet wand, the list goes on. If you think the beating I just gave you a
few minutes ago was bad, just wait until you see what I do to you when I
am really mad.

I realized I had no choice. I took the razor, climbed into the bathtub
and shaved my legs. They felt and looked so strange without any hair. I
almost felt like I was standing there on someone else's legs. Then I
shaved all the hair around my cock and balls. As I looked into the mirror,
I began to get turned on. It felt good to be on my way to becoming a
woman. I was ashamed yet excited at the same time. I called Lady Constance
to come back into the room. "Very good," she said, examining me
carefully. "I'm glad you have a nice long pair of legs. We will be
showing them off in your costume later. But first we have to get rid of
that beard of yours. That certainly won't do. Shave it right now."

I thought about making a run for it, but I knew it would be useless.
Lady Constance was in control and I didn't want to anger her. I lathered
up my face and began to shave my beard. After 10 years, I was going to be
without facial hair for the first time.

When I was done, Lady Constance sized me up again. "Not bad,"
she said, laughing. "I really don't have much to work with, but I
think I can turn you into a pretty little slut. The first thing we have to
do is work on that face. Come here, over by the mirror."

Lady Constance sat me down in a chair and began to work like a surgeon.
Or maybe it was like an artist. All I know is that she applied makeup,
lipstick and eyeshadow, and when I looked in the mirror I didn't even
recognize myself.

"Now we're ready to pick your outfit," she said. "What
is your favorite color? I'd like to find something frilly, or something
really sleazy-looking for you to wear. That way everyone will know what a
cheap slut you are. Or, I have an even better idea, let's dress you up as
a sexy French maid. After all, there is plenty of cleaning to be done
around here and I can use your services all weekend."

Lady Constance walked to the closet and carefully went through all the
hangers. "Perfect!" I heard her say, then she walked toward me
and handed me an outfit. "Let's go, cutie, time to get dressed."

What followed next was somewhat comical. I fumbled with my stockings,
then with the outfit. The short dress barely covered my pink panties. I
tied the white apron on and adjusted it to the front. Worst of all was the
final piece to the outfit, a white little cap I had to wear on top of my
head. When I was finished, Lady Constance couldn't stop laughing.

"Very good, sweetie," she said. "I mean, I've seen
better, but you'll do just fine. Take a look at yourself in the mirror.
What a slut you are."

I looked in the mirror and turned away quickly in embarrassment.
"Oh wait a minute,dear," Lady Constance said. "I almost
forgot something. Take off your little hat for a minute. We need to do
something about your hair and I have just the answer."

Lady Constance handed me a wig of long, curly blonde hair. "Put
this on," she said. Blondes may more fun, but I certainly wasn't
having much. As soon as I put the wig on, Lady Constance laughed even
harder at me. "Wasn't it just a little while ago you were telling me
you would never dress up as a woman?" she teased. "What
happened?"

I looked down as I answered. "You have turned me into a sissy
slut, Lady Constance. I am here to serve You. And, I hate to admit it, but
this is really turning me on."

"Very good, sissy slave," she said. "Now, if you're
going to dress that way, you have to learn how to act. We need to work on
how you walk, how you talk, and how to make you feel sexy."

I heard some laughing behind me and turned around to see Goddess
Claudia, Lady Cheyenne and Ms. Amanda. The mistresses had just returned to
the studio and they were clearly enjoying themselves. "We're here for
the show, Lady Constance," Lady Cheyenne said. "Let's see what
your little slut can do."

The next half-hour was among the most humiliating in my life. The
mistresses poked fun at me as I strutted back and forth across the floor
in my high heels, trying to act sexy while hoping I didn't fall on my
face. Walking on the heels was next to impossible and with every step I
was teetering on the edge of disaster. In the middle of all my strutting
and posing, Lady Constance pointed out that I had a hard-on. The frilly
pink panties felt so soft and nice against my skin that I began to drip,
and Lady Constance was none to happy about that.

"I'm sorry," I said to Lady Constance and the other
mistresses. "But I can't control myself. I am SO excited. I, uh,
well, I, uh ... I guess I really AM a sissy slut."

My worst nightmare had been turned into a dream thanks to Lady
Constance. I was just about to thank her when she commanded me to drop my
pants. I reached down and pulled them to my ankles. The other mistresses
roared in laughter. "We have to do something about that nasty drip,
Lady Constance," Ms. Amanda yelled.

Lady Constance moved over to where I was standing. I couldn't help but
marvel at how she looked so elegant, sexy and powerful while walking in
her high heels. When I tried to walk in mine, I felt like I a clown and
was afraid I would fall down. "We do have to stop that drip,"
she said to me as she lit a candle. "This will do the trick. We need
to seal up that hole to keep that nasty male filth from leaking out."
Lady Constance tilted the candle and the hot wax began to drip all over my
cock. The burning sensation was intense. I bit my tongue and tried to bear
it. After a few minutes, the tip of my cock was completed coated in wax.

"Now, we have to teach you how to feel sexy," Lady Constance
said. "Now that you're a sissy, you never know when you might want to
seduce a man."

With that, Lady Constance began to blow on my nipples. It felt so good.
Then she bit them, and then blew on them some more. My nipples were
totally erect. The feelings of pain and pleasure were euphoric. But Lady
Constance didn't stop there. She teased me unmercifully, standing just
inches from me and moving her hands around my back, on the inside of my
thighs, and down my legs. I was completely turned on and felt like I was
going to explode. Having an audience only served to excite me even more --
I loved being transformed in front of the other mistresses.

When Lady Constance finally bored of teasing me, she had me perform
some cleaning chores, such as using the feather duster on the furniture,
cleaning the windows, and then vaccuuming the floor. I had just completed
my chores when Lady Constance told me she had special treat for me. I
looked up and saw she was wearing a strap-on. "Here's your reward for
doing so well with your chores," she said. "C'mon, take my
strap-on into your mouth. Let's see what a cheap little slut you
are."

Lady Constance and the other mistresses just about fell over laughing
as I took the strap-on into my mouth and began to suck on it. What a
horrible feeling, I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was doing all I
could to keep from gagging. I wanted to crawl into a hole. "Very
good, slave," Lady Constance said as she removed the strap-on from my
mouth. "You looked like you enjoyed that. I really think you have
potential as one of my sissy sluts."

It was late in the afternoon and Lady Constance told me she was through
with my services, at least for now. I took a deep breath and began to walk
toward the bathroom to get out of my maid's outfit. Suddenly, the doorbell
rang.

"It's about time," Goddess Claudia said. "That pizza we
ordered is finally here. Sissy slave get over here. You don't expect any
of us to get up and answer the door when we have a slave here serving us,
do you? Get your wallet and pay for the pizza -- NOW!"

I quickly grabbed my wallet and went to the door. I dreaded what was
about to happen. It was bad enough to be embarrassed in front of the
beautiful mistresses, but now I was about to be humiliated in front of a
stranger. I opened the door and there stood a college-aged pizza delivery
guy. He did a double-take and I could see him trying not to laugh.
"Here is your pizza, sir .... I mean, m'am," he said
sarcastically. I paid him and closed the door as fast as I could. The
pizza was only $11.50 but I gave him a $20 bill. I didn't want to wait for
change.

I brought the pizza back into the room, kneeled before the mistresses
and began to serve them. "That's all we'll need from you right
now," Lady Constance said. "You're free to go get changed. But
just remember as you go home that deep inside you are nothing but my
sissy. And you always will be."

I sat there frozen. Only a few hours ago I had been repulsed my the
idea of being "feminized." But, now, I didn't want to leave. I
was a sissy slut and I was loving it. I just wanted to be a committed
little bitch who would serve the mistresses of Club Dom. It was going to
be hard to leave, but as I got ready to go, I already was planning to
return to my true calling in life -- a sissy slut.