Oh have I been having fun with a certain lisping little sissy named Candy lately! He answered an ad for a place on my staff, thinking that he was going to be doing “manly” chores, like storm windows and landscaping. What a laugh! This lisping, high voiced mincing femmeboy had no chance of being accepted as manly, even though he feebly protested when I told him so. I was looking for a personal assistant, a sissy maid, to handwash my delicate underthings, to draw my bath, to polish the silver, cut flowers and serve at my dinner parties. LOL, I enticed this effeminate girlie man with the promise of a high salary after a month’s twial.. I mean trial. That’s how he talks, in babytalk, like little Cindy Brady on the Brady Bunch. And about as high pitched as little Cindy too. If he has any testosterone in that body, it would shock me senseless.
Anyway, he agreed, hesitantly and while he was getting all cleaned up, I took away his old clothes and laid out his uniform. When he came out, my new maid, renamed Candy, was shocked to find panties and petticoats, stockings and heels and a pastel French maid costume waiting for him. He begged for his “man clothes” back, but it was too late. I made him get dressed, brought him downstairs and introduced him to my staff, including my infamous lecherous gardening girls, Daisy and Rose. Those girls have been the downfall of many a sissy maid, including the equally infamous slutty Colette, and I loved watching them make Candy blush.
I set her to work washing my delicates and I should have known, she couldn’t control herself! She rubbed them on her naughty clitty and sniffed them until I caught her. THEN it was judgement time and I spanked her disobediant bare bottom while she whimpered and cried. Her humiliation was complete when she heard Daisy and Rose singing, afterwards, “We saw London, We saw France, we saw CANDY’S UNDERPANTS”! She sobbed and whined for them to stop, getting even more upset when they teased her about her bare red spanked ass. When they added the famous ” baby talk, baby talk, it’s a wonder you can walk” taunt from the Brady Bunch, it made her cry again. I had to laugh. Candy begged to be allowed to quit, but I have all her clothes. She’s not escaping me that easily!
When she said she’d love to read about herself in my blog, I knew I’d be telling all about her adventures soon. Next time, part two!!
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