Ideas

I most times begin my day scanning new profiles on Collarspace (formerly Collarme) and new postings on Craig’s List (using specific terms to search the myriad of listings).

Whereas many, if not most, are fakes and scams, one must remember I write fiction. So if the many profiles and listings are indeed fictional such serves to warm the cockles of my fervent fingers, turning to grist for the writing mill.

Recently came across this Craig’s List gem. It’s been posted before in the New York area.  Real? I sent a complimentary note in reply... nothing received back as of this posting.

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Dominant Couple Seeking Sissy Maid

READ THIS TO THE END Sir and Miss will know...

We are looking for a good sissy maid. We are an experienced Dominant couple with many years of training sissies. We play with both sexes and need a good sissy maid to help us around the house and the dungeon. You would be required to wear a sissy maid uniform when cleaning and attending to our guests. You will have to be comfortable dressed as a girl in front of men, women and other sissies.

Must be available at least once a week depending on what is going on. It might just be you and us the first time we meet. Other times, we have small get together's with TOPS and bottoms. Your job as a SISSY MAID is to serve us as well as our guests drinks and light cleaning.

We are a couple, we are both business professionals. We enjoy turning men into SISSY MAIDS. If you have been a Sissy / SISSY MAID before or this is your first time. We will work with you. Experience is good but not necessary.

Depending on what is going on the day you come

You will come in to our home as a male. Upon entering, your transformation and SISSY MAID training will begin. You will be forced and Feminized into SISSY MAID Service. In our presence you will be a girl to us. We will verbally humiliate you and at the same time encourage you to be a girl. Some light bondage and discipline if you are into it.

We will help you accept that you are a girl. That you were meant to be a girl. (SISSY MAID)

You will be Our Sissy Maid Slut Girl. We will have you pose and prance around in your panties and maid uniform.

You Will Be collared and put into Chastity while you are in our presence only.

You will wear a butt plug during your SISSY MAID training. As part of your continuing training the butt plugs will increase in size.

You will be DISCIPLINED to remind you that you are a girl and be rewarded for being a proper SISSY MAID.

We love to role-play and have a wild imagination.

Your wife or girlfriend sent you to us for Full Girl Transformation and SISSY MAID TRAINING.

You are ordered to report To US for Gender Reassignment and SISSY MAID TRAINING.

You were sold to us as property.

We are very open minded.

When leaving our home you will go back to being a man.

We are not looking for SEX and nor should you be.

Must be CLEAN. In shape, Weigh less then 200 pounds. No body odor.

Must have clean shaven face.

Must be 18 to 35 and in good shape.

When answering our Ad. Leave name, age and if any experience. We don't respond to one sentence notes.

Keep in mind that we are looking for regular service from our Sissy Maids. After serving us a few times. We also recommend you to other Dominant couples and Dominant women that are also looking for Sissy Maid service.

WE ARE NOT looking for sex, money or a one time session. If you are married or in a relationship that you want to keep this a secret form THIS WILL NOT WORK........ If you are not able to commit for regular service. THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.........

NOW, BE A GOOD GIRL...........YOU KNOW YOU WERE MEANT TO BE A GIRL...........

This is the real thing. We are the real thing and really enjoy doing this.

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Possibly fake. But the authors write with such zeal for the subject matter. And the listing is accompanied by many prurient drawings and cartoons of sissy maids in servitude.

In reading this listing, I do believe I could concoct a short story of 4,000 to 5,000 words, describing the initial visit of the protagonist sissy maid and the domineering couple who so energetically accommodate his/her needs.

Such wonderful fuel...

Probation VI

Peter’s thoughts are diverted. His normal rigorous attention to the market wanders, thinking about the strict protocol mandated by his home detention.

After being diapered and cuffed, Miss Abby returned to the kitchen. There she emptied every drawer of utensils, every cabinet of plates and glassware. All food removed. Refrigerator emptied. Admonishing in pointing out the many things Peter failed to move to storage, his neck collar was zinged in punishment.

Not even a knife and fork remaining for use, all went to the garage. Peter then noted that it was padlocked. In returning, she took the time to lock both bathrooms, taking the keys. Then gave her last directive for the evening.

‘Leave the house unlocked. There will be deliveries... workmen.’
    
So yes, his thoughts are diverted. How in diapers... smelly diapers... is he to greet visitors... delivery men? And what workers? And then there’s the neck collar to explain...

The doorbell rings. Peter’s heart leaps. What to do? Before deciding he hears his front door open. A husky male voice calls out.

“Delivery! Any one home? I have instructions to put this in the basement.”

“I... I’m sick in bed. The basement door is to your left. Should be open.”

What is the delivery? Though insatiably curious, Peter dares not show himself... collared... naked but for the smelly diaper. How can he explain himself? He begins to realize that his home detention is more limited then imagined. Even in the small spare bedroom he fears neighbors seeing him through curtainless windows.

Some market trades occupy his mind, not hearing the delivery man leave. Besides there is no need to check on anything. All possessions are locked in his garage.

Within an hour the doorbell rings again. This time a crew of men enter, calling out their presence and moving to the basement without further comment. For hours the rumble of heavy tools and machinery can be heard, again rousing curiosity. Whatever modifications Miss Abby has contrived are being timely initiated.

At midday there come reminder zings on his collar. Alas the recharger has been left in the den office!

With sunlight blazing throughout the house, not even comfortable slinking in the small bedroom, Peter faces a dilemma. The shyness brings reservation. Yet the growing agony as the reminder shocks become stronger and stronger demands response. There comes analysis. Neighbors may be few at midday, perhaps a dash to the den will be unnoticed. But the workmen remain toiling in the basement.  

A debilitating shock forces Peter from his desk. He has no choice. The recharger must be found and connected. He tiptoes to the stairs checking out the windows. Nothing. He descends. Then comes the ultimate ignominy. Having held his bladder since the early morning mishap, a unbearable jolt comes. He stutter steps, catches himself, but urinates, the power of the electrical device bringing loss of control.

He pauses, lets the flow finish, regaining composure. Oh the humiliation, a woman’s hand controlling from afar. Yet the warmth, overriding the irritating cold wetness, feels good.

Miss Abby said he would acclimate. He begins to understand.

Continuing, the delay has consequences. There come thumps of work boots on the basement stairs. Peter ducks into the den, veiling himself from the workman but exposing his diapered form to passersby on the street. He curses the floor to ceiling window, installed to offer invigorating daylight in his place of work. Now it brings distress.

“Know you’re in there. Caught a glimpse of the... well whatever it is you’re wearing. Almost done. We’ll have the water turned back on so you can... shower.”

The male voice is craggy, aging. Apparently a plumber. And Peter quickly concludes the odor of his twice soiled diaper permeates the house as he moves about.

The offer of a  shower is appealing. But both bathrooms are locked.

“Thank you. I’m not feeling well... not dressed.” Peter desperately plugging in his neck collar as he speaks, hoping the man will not seek a face to face talk.

Lying supine on the den carpet to best cloak his presence, Peter hears the front door open and close. Within minutes there are more footsteps, another opening and closing and gratefully the house turns to silence.  

It’s a long day.

Probation V

A short segment today. Look for more on Wednesday 8/31/16 as recompense.

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Peter arises early. In the predawn light he can move about the house unseen through the large picture windows. In peering out, he curses the early morning dog walkers. He had not before noticed there were so many. Thus he dares not turn on any lights. Still, the rising sun offers enough light to find his way about.

Though attempting to focus on the task at hand, he has urgent needs. Throughout the night he has been able to delay responding to nature’s call, but his bladder is full, the morning ritual of standing before the toilet infeasible with the wickedly tight locking garment.

So though the goal is to move his office... not to the basement but instead to a second floor spare bedroom, fenestration somewhat limited, his bladder begins to ache and the sight of passing neighbors too frequently causes him to scurry from the den window.

Computer disassembled and moved... office chair... the desk proves to be a burden. He lifts and turns, positioning the smooth flat top surface on the rug. With the resistance minimized, he pushes and it readily slides. But the straining motion finally brings the overwhelming need to empty his bladder. He cedes, wetting himself.

Curious how it initially feels so good, the warm wetness coating his scrotum... with his untoward penile length, he feels the flow on his anus as well.

Peter finds himself pausing from the task at hand, oddly reveling in the sensations, the inner cloth liner most absorbent. Gratefully, nothing leaks. But when he returns to the desk, the night’s excretions rapidly cool. By the time he positions the desk at the stairs, he senses irritation, the acidic moisture beginning to inflame the pink flesh of his anus and scrotal sac.

No wonder infants cry when change is needed, comes an initial thought. Then he realizes, in being locked, Miss Abby not expected until the end of the day, the torment of his wetness is only beginning.

Pulling the desk up the stairs, Peter completes the move well before the stock market opens. At least he can work, he thinks in comforting himself. But then comes the smell, the odorous urine seeping about, the stench to remain for the day.

    

Probation IV

It’s mid day. Peter works on the computer in his near empty house. The market is soft, not much trading needed. He daydreams. Then comes distraction. The sound of a heavy diesel engine... squeaky brakes. He moves to the curtainless window of his den. A tow truck is backing into his driveway. When the driver exits, Peter hastily moves to the front door, exiting cautiously, aware of his collar. He curses himself for not having it covered. There is not time to do so.

“Hey, that’s my car!”

The driver holds up paperwork.

“It’s to be confiscated. Probation Bureau demand, authorized by a judge. This copy’s for you.”

The burly driver, unkept, unshaven thrusts forth grease stained papers then begins hooking up the car. Peter reads. It appears all legit. And he need not get into an altercation while on probation. Still it is painful, the auto paid for in cash the year before... $65,000.

“Nice collar... woof, woof,” the driver mocks in pulling a lever.

The sardonic words bring awareness. Neighbors are not to see Peter Delano with electrified collar. As a winch turns to tighten a connecting cable, he retreats, nothing to be gained by further observing his car departing for the impound lot. His thoughts turn to a demand on the list of Probation Officer Abby Bates... title to the auto.

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“There was no mention of my car being confiscated, Miss Abby,” Peter trying to sound as humble as possible.

“I decided it’s for the best. You’re not going anywhere. And funds will be required for... certain home improvements. The title?”

A shaking hand passes the demanded document.

“Empty the refrigerator. You’ll only have the food I provide. There will be wine, but it is only for me. Any amount missing from the bottle will be met with punishment.”

With that, a smirking Abby Bates makes a show of pointing the remote control and pressing. Peter feels somewhat grateful that only a reminder jolt bursts at his cerebral cortex.

“And was I not specific that all clothing was to be placed in storage... in your garage,” the tone rebuking.

“Well... it’s all there.”

“No it is not,” Abby scolds, her hand reaching to gather a fold of Peter’s shirt. “You need to learn discipline and obedience, Peter. Had the judge decided on jail time, that’s what you’d be subjected to... and that’s what’s going to happen during your probation. Your first infraction of the rules.”

“But I can’t... I need to work... and before you... without any...” Peter sputters.

“You’ll appear before me as I demand... as I desire. You certainly had no qualms exposing yourself to a young girl. And I’m an adult... with experience... with perverts. Now strip. You’ll wear what I want you to wear.”

“But there are no curtains... the neighbors!”

“Yes, they are close by... and you have many windows... large. Curious that you now find reservations in showing yourself. Well, I’ll offer a reprieve. Come to the basement. I want you naked... then I’ll dress you. And you’ll not be doing your lasso trick... disgusting boy.”

Peter finds himself oddly grateful to be led to his windowless basement. He notes Miss Abby brings with her a bag. And he also feels another reminder shock, the collar distressingly effective.

“Come, come... get those clothes off... now!” the command coming with a third jolt.

A panicking Peter complies, sloppily tossing aside pants, socks, shirt... pausing in his jockey shorts.

“Everything,” the menacing word hissed with another shock.

The briefs are added to the pile.

“Now, before dressing you, I’m going to talk. I have boys get very attentive when naked and vulnerable before a woman... a stern woman with directives.”

Peter finds himself nodding, compliance readily offered.

“First, you may wish to move your office... perhaps here in the basement. Your choice.”

“Second you’re to be diapered... and that’s all you are to wear for me. I will bathe and change you. When you receive a reminder shock at day’s end you are to come to the basement. You will put these about your wrists, Posey cuffs, comfortable yet ineluctable. Then don this hood over your head. I’ll want you blindfolded. Come do it for me... hurry up.”

A shocked Peter hastily obeys, discovering indeed that his wrists find surprising comfort with the foam lined cuffs. A black cloth hood follows, gratefully there is a large opening for the mouth and nose.

“Good boy. Now, there will be some men coming to install... well... certain apparatuses to augment my care. I’m going to have some plumbing done... paid for by the sale of your car. When the work is completed you will come to the basement and kneel. Steel bars will be installed for you to grasp. It is in that position you will await my arrival. You will not know precisely when I am expected... but I will find you here in the basement, kneeling, hooded and cuffed for me. Is that clear?”

“Yes Miss Abby.”

“So kneel... on all fours, thighs well apart.”

It is then that Abby finds herself pausing... admiring the amazingly long penis of the drunk flasher Peter Delano. It swings about heavily, Abby amused to see the tip just about grazing the basement floor. She is also amused to see it begin to firm, the intense humiliation of being under the command of a fully clothed woman having the expected effect on these miscreants... those with soft eyes and puppy dog looks.

“We have complementing penchants... you and I. I like caring for boys... like having them perform for me in gratitude. Like it when they beg a little... finding my attention to be... exciting,”

With her words Abby reaches to her bag. Therein is an absorbent cloth diaper. With her years, the many demented years of diapering her teenaged brother... the photo of him in make up and panties utilized for a long interval in extorting his abject obedience... Abby stoops, readily placing her charge in the soft fluffiness.

“It’s termed adult baby syndrome. And I think a pervert like you will readily adapt. But in case you don’t there are precautions.”

With that, Abby removes from the bag the coup de grace. A rugged outer diaper, canvas, lockable, shards of steel sown within to preclude cutting. With equal dexterity, Peter finds his waist encircled. Then comes discomfort. Abby gleefully palms the tip of his expanding penis and gruffly presses back, smiling in noting that the extraordinary length brings the tip past his anus.

He’ll suffer well in pooping on himself, she thinks with a laugh.

Working quickly, the locking strap, permanently attached to the front, is drawn between the thighs, up the gluteal cleft, pulled to breathtaking tightness, buckled and locked.

“It’s too tight,” the words coming as music to the ears of Peter’s defacto governess.

“It will be as tight as I want it... not as tight as you want. You’re no longer in control... of anything.”

“But I can’t pee... can’t use the toilet.”

“Yes, wonderfully daunting is it not. You’re going to soil yourself... and be in need. I will visit to care for you... every night. You’ll be bathed... offered some time out of your diaper so you can perform for me, then powdered and diapered again. Yes, it is wicked... and odd. But most oddly, you’ll come to enjoy. I know boys like you. Know of your needs. And you’ll be thanking me every day for addressing them.” 

“But I look ridiculous... in a diaper.”

“I agree. It’s temporary. We’ll be making some changes over the next few days... more of the exposure you so much enjoy. But for now I want to begin acclimating you. It takes time to mold the male psyche... have you cede to maternal care. But it can be done. I had my brother in diapers for years... until he went to college.” 

'A Cuckolded Gimp'

Just came across a story I wrote a year ago... only posted two snippets on the blog. August 29, 2015 and September 5, 2015.

'A Cuckolded Gimp'.

Available on Lulu (http://www.lulu.com/shop/chris-bellows/a-cuckolded-gimp/ebook/product-22337371.html) $3.50.

My miserably brief synopsis....

Philandering with the maid! How shocking! Learn of the comeuppance meted to trust baby William Charles when a domineering wife reeks revenge for his disloyalty. Not to be read by those unfamiliar with D/s erotica.

Think it's an extreme story but thought provoking and never really sold well. Probably got lost in the wave of stuff I released shortly thereafter. But it's Female Dominant with bondage, humiliation and obviously cuckolding for those who may have interest.

'Probation' published

For those who wish to read ahead, the complete short story, 21,000 words, is now available on Lulu. $4.50.
Segments will continue to posted here to September 10th... but not the complete story.

Enjoy,

CB

http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/probation/19234364

 

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