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sissy maid kaye

Christmas 1971 Begins

i do not know if generally perceived normal men are as naive as i was during my transition or early training, but it is amazing how much of my life i did not see coming.

The day after Thanksgiving, as Mistress Barbara and i were lying in bed, we talked about how much fun everyone had at our Thanksgiving dinner. The food was great. Everyone had fun and enjoyed good conversations. Our German friends felt comfortable and part of the fun, since language was not a barrier. i suggested we should consider doing the same thing for Christmas. Mistress Barbara agreed it would be fun. She directed me to advance the suggestion to everyone when i returned to work on Monday. Without missing a beat, She rolled over me, shimmied up over my face, and said, “time to make me cum k”.

December was quite similar to life back in the states. Days and nights got colder. Cold weather was not a concern for me in my pantyhose. Germans decorated their stores and homes as we did do at home. We did go Christmas shopping buying, wrapping, and sending packages home. Some of the evenings early in December, Mistress Barbara and i did our Christmas cards. Mistress Barbara did have me wearing my pantyhose, skirt, and scrub top at home. i was getting comfortable and considering it normal. Practicing tasks, wearing panties, skirts, and spankings were increasing my confidence and comfort. We enjoyed seeing the decorations in the cities and homes as we drove around. For me, we were simply getting ready for a normal Christmas.

About two weeks before Christmas, we started receiving packages marked Christmas, and Christmas cards from home. When you are so far away from home you always get excited about mail and “care” packages from home. Receiving packages at Christmas is just more exciting. With Christmas packages we opened the shipping boxes and place the decorated packages under the small table top Christmas tree we set up. When i finished my shopping and wrapping for Mistress Barbara and went to put Her presents under the tree, i realized we had received a lot of presents from home. Noting we would have a fun Christmas opening presents, i did not think about anything odd or different about the quantity of presents.

At the same time, Mistress Barbara indicated Her Sister Kate and Her friend from college would come to visit for Christmas. Wow, we will have family for Christmas. i thought that would be wonderful and great for Mistress Barbara. Given the large quantity of packages, Mistress Mom must have sent presents for Kate. We could still have the guys from work over for dinner, and now there would be a couple of girls, from home, for them in the mix. A couple of pretty faces and conversations are always good for a single male soldier away from home.

As i learned, Kate and Her friend would stay with us for at least five days, then, go by train to Rome. They would use a Euro-Rail pass and visit different cities along the way. They would then fly home from Rome. Since Christmas was on a Saturday, they planned to fly into Frankfurt on Thursday. We would take them to the train station in Nuremburg a few days after Christmas. It certainly sounded like a simple plan to me. I liked Kate. Kate was a couple of years younger than and at least as pretty as Mistress Barbara. Traveling with a college friend was good for sharing expenses and safety.

Since my normal day off was both Friday and Christmas Eve, it was important that i be on base with the guys i worked with sometime on Friday. As a leader it was important for me to be in the office long enough to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. I did manage to arrange to take Thursday off so Mistress Barbara and i could pick Kate and Her friend in Frankfurt.

Their flight arrived around noon, but it took an hour to clear customs. Both Mistress Barbara and i were a little shocked when they came through customs. Both of them wore the same color very short skirts, tights, and high heeled boots. They did wear different jackets. Mistress Barbara and Kate ran to each other for a big hug and kiss. When i reached them, Kate had introduced Mary to Mistress Barbara. Kate gave me a big hug, a really deep and wet kiss, then whispered, “oh k you are taking such good care of your Mistress; I cannot wait to see your panties”. i am glad she was holding me tight, because i might have fallen. We separated, and She completed the introductions. k this is my very good friend and lover Mary. Mary this is k my Sisters’ wonderful little girl. Now, you two hug and kiss. You need to get to know each other quickly. Mistress Barbara immediately followed suite and said, “you love birds bring all the bags”. Mistress Barbara and Kate locked arm in arm and headed off to the parking lot, just as happy and close as could be. Mary looked at me and said, “k, I always do as I’m told, regardless who tells me”. With that, i said, welcome to Germany, you take those and i’ll take the rest. Mary was a pretty woman. When we hugged, i realized Mary’s tits were larger than Mistress Barbara’s’. Her waist was also smaller. 

We stopped in Wurzburg on the way home. We did a tour of the city and then went to our favorite place overlooking the city for dinner. The bulk of our conversations centered on facts about Wurzburg during our little tour of the city. At dinner Mistress Barbara and Kate talked about college and Mary. i did not talk much at all. Kate did tell Mary to rub my leg continuously under the table. Honestly, i did enjoy the attention, although the directive seemed quite odd. It was dark when we finished diner. Kate and Mary were holding hands on the way to the car, just as Mistress Barbara and i were. When we reached the car, Mistress Barbara said, “k its time for you for put on your skirt and you and Mary sit in the back. Mary you need to help take k’s pants off, then help him put on this skirt”. By now i was use to putting a skirt on beside the car, in the dark. However, to my surprise, the skirt Mistress Barbara gave Mary was identical to Hers, Mary’s, and Kate’s. Given the temperature, it was a good thing Mistress Barbara had me wear pantyhose to the airport. Damn, another plan i had no idea was coming.

Mistress Barbara and Kate talked all the way home. The bulk of the conversation was about how successful Mistress Mom has been putting dad in very feminine clothes. The only comment directed toward me was Mistress Barbara saying, “k, from now on you will refer to Kate as Mistress Kate, and Mary as Lady Mary. Do you understand”? “Yes Mistress Barbara, was my only response.  Lady Mary might have had to much wine, because She had fallen asleep with Her head on my lap.

As we pulled into the driveway Lady Mary woke up. Mistress Barbara said, “girls, bring in all the bags, k when the car is empty, you need to meet us in the living room in your pantyhose and scrub top”. “Yes, Mistress”, was all I said.

Lady Mary and i gathered some bags and brought them into the house. “Lady Mary, i’ll get the remaining bags and meet you in the living room”. i returned to the car and brought in the remaining bags. By the time i brought the rest of the bags in the house, Mistress Barbara and Mistress Kate were already in the living room. Lady Mary was kneeing on the floor next to Mistress Kate.

As directed i removed my shirt and skirt, i returned to the living room in my pantyhose and scrub top. Mistress Barbara spoke as i entered the room. “k come over hear and stand in front of us. Mary, stand beside k. you girls need to work together over the next couple of days. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve; k has to go into the office for part of the day. Guys from her shop will have Christmas dinner with us. Therefore, tomorrow you both need to work together to clean the house before k goes into work. While k is gone, we real girls will do other stuff, and start cooking. Tomorrow evening, we’ll have some cocktails, eats, and eventually open some presents. Mary, you need to understand some house rules. Bathroom door is never closed when only the family is here. you close the door; you are punished.  k dresses as she is now, unless Mistress Kate or I tell her differently. Since Mistress Kate tells Me you occasionally enjoy a cock, you cannot touch k “funny little thing” unless one of us tells you to. Do you understand? Mary replied, yes Mistress. Mistress Barbara continued; please understand, Our Mom played with k, without permission, and I punished Her harder than She had ever been punished in Her life. Now, when k’s friends come for Christmas dinner, you must be on you best behavior, help with everything, and make absolutely no mention of k’s panties, or skirts, absolutely no mention. Yes, Mistress Barbara, was Mary’s reply. Just to be sure you have a clear reference point to remember these instruction, knee in front of k, pull her pantyhose down and suck her “funny little thing”. Mistress Kate will tell you when to stop.

What the hell is going on with me? i’m standing in front of my Wife and Sister-In-Law, and a college girl i met a few hours ago, is sucking my “funny little thing”. To top it all off, i'm getting hard and liking the attention. Where is my life going? 

A New Discovery

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Thanksgiving Day 1971

Holidays for military service members all over the world is a time for community and support. Everyone is away from home and family. Everyone wants to be back with loved ones and touching base with traditions and customs that are familiar to themselves. In non-combat zones, where families have the opportunity to join their spouses, those families will often create a holiday meal and celebration for their co-workers.

At Thanksgiving (a US holiday) and at Christmas, we always invited members of our work teams to the house for a home made meal, and some sense of a normal family day. Since almost all of our team members were bilingual, we would also invite our German co-workers, neighbors, and friends. It was always a fun day. The first time Thanksgiving, our German friends were quite surprised at the size of the turkey we cook. Yes, we cooked. With twenty-five people for a big meal, it did take both of us to get everything done. Working together to get big projects completed is part of a real Female Led Marriage.

These holiday events were a long day full of fun and excitement. Yes, Mistress Barbara and i worked together preparing the meal. i wore my pantyhose, scrub top, and frilly apron. i did all the prep and cleaning work. i set up the buffet and served all the guests. Just before the guests arrived, i did change into my pants, shirt, socks, and shoes, but i have a fresh pair of pantyhose under my pants. From my perspective, this was a very high risk move. i was sure everyone would discover me. After really enjoying being partially dressed for my Mistress all morning, i was very nervous wearing pantyhose around my co-workers and guests. i was certain my wet pantyhose would leak through my pants and everyone would know. Fortunately, my wet pantyhose and I were not discovered. However, by the time everyone left, i was quite wet. Of course, i returned to just my wet pantyhose, scrub top, and frilly apron to clean up. The cleaning always took a couple of hours, even though we did use paper and plastic plates and utensils. Once the serving dishes, pots, and pans were washed and dried, the rooms cleaned up, and the kitchen cleaned, it was always quite late. It was also time to take out the trash. Mistress Barbara directed i remove my apron and take out the trash. Another first – going to the trash area in my pantyhose.

While the yard and area were dark, the first time you walk a long distance in just pantyhose and scrub top, you cannot help feeling nervous and embarrassed. Despite my reluctance, i simply said, “yes Mistress Barbara. i gathered the trash and out i went. Honestly, it was cold, yet i was significantly more excited than i expect. i felt rather brave in a very strange sense. i forgot about being caught, and enjoyed every step going to the trash can. i was doing exactly as directed by my Mistress; knowing She was knew me better than myself and support what was becoming Her desire for both of us. Without much of a care in the world, i placed the trash in the cans. Just as i was reconciled to my task and my excitement, and turned to return to the house, Mistress Barbara turned on the outside lights. Like a frightened kid, i quickly looked around, and then i ran for the door. Mistress Barbara was standing in the doorway; naked as the day She was born, with open arms to greet me. “Oh k, I love you and thank you for doing exactly as I tell you. you earned some good loving tonight”. We turned off the light, closed the door, Miss Barbara grabbed my “funny little thing” through my pantyhose and pulled me to bed.

i have been giving thanks for that first holiday all my sissy life. Alas, a month later, Christmas was filled with the start of new traditions.  

Staying Warm

Recently Mathew, who is curious about a Female Led Marriage and panties, asked how i felt the first time Ms. Barbara (months before She became Mistress Barbara) put me in panties. In our hotel room, putting on my panties was simply a fun sexy game with my wonderful wife. Within a few minutes, the feel of the material, the comfort around my hips, ass, and funny little thing was quite extraordinary. i was amazed at how immediately comfortable they were. Then rather than a quick round of love making, Ms. Barbara told me to get dressed to go out of the hotel, i was in shock. However, walking around knowing i was different from all the other guys, i was with the Woman i loved, and the Woman who loved me, i felt rather proud. my enjoyment of panties has not diminished in over forty years. Mathew, and all other men, you need to try panties. you’ll be glad you did.

Through the fall and winter of 1971 we continued to enjoy our “Volklaufe” weekend walks. As with my panties, i also enjoyed wearing pantyhose. It did take me a few weeks and several spankings to keep Ms. Barbara and Mistress Barbara straight in the proper settings. We did agree it would be Mistress at home, with family, or when we were alone.

After about three weeks of pantyhose, Mistress Barbara had me purchase opaque tights for myself at the PX. While i did have some butterflies, the purchase went unnoticed and without incident. Little did i realize this would be only the first of many purchases of female clothing i would purchase for myself.

The real event occurred when we got to the car to go home. Mistress Barbara directed me to remove my pantyhose and put on my new tights right there in the PX parking lot. Fortunately, no one walked by our car, and it was to early for parking lot cameras. i instantly like the feel of the material.

When we arrive home, Mistress Barbara had me put on a sweatshirt with my new tights. We both liked the look of the opaque black tights. my hairy legs were not as apparent in the tights. The overall look was much better, and i felt warmer in the generally cool house. It did not take me long to like the tights. For Mistress Barbara, they may have been opaque, but She had no trouble seeing how much i was enjoying my tights.

i now had panties, pantyhose, tights, and skirts. My Wife, now Mistress, Mother-In-Law, and Sister-In-Law were now referring to me as girl or girlfriend. The pace was not overwhelming, giving me time to be an officer in the Army by day, and a girl in training at night. This duality supported by a loving Mistress/Wife, and Her family. Considering my enjoyment of the process, it was working for me. Mistress Barbara had a sense for this training and through active communication; She kept ahead of my brief moments of doubt. 

Now i am a girl

you are twenty-three years old. you are an Officer in the Army. you have been wearing panties since your first anniversary. you have to sit to pee. you spent a week naked, partially naked, and wearing panties and skirts in front of your Mother-In-Law. your wife is teaching you to clean house, cook, iron cloths, spanks you for mistakes or Her pleasure, and you are eating your own cum from your Mistresses Golden Pussy. Then, while wearing pantyhose and a sweat suit with side zipper bottoms, you are called a “girl”. At the same time you cum in your new pantyhose, after just a couple of strokes, and your wife becomes your Mistress in an instant. What should you think? What should you do? How should you react?

i took a deep breath, let out a guttural sigh, and tried to hold back my tears. Driving a car in pantyhose, quickly thinking about everything since our anniversary and feeling your Mistress begin to play with your little clitty, yelling, “i am not a girl” hardly seems appropriate or valid. A sudden confrontation with our and my reality, i really did like wearing panties, pantyhose, skirts, my home uniform, and everything Mistress Barbara has been doing since our anniversary. Given the state of my little erection, i really could not deny my enjoyment. In fact, the entire contradiction between my anatomy and my dress was, in itself, exciting. Panties and pantyhose were more exciting than my boy underwear. Being naked or partially naked in front of my Mistress and/or Her Mom was exciting. Yes, at work i was a leader. At home, i was, and am, a subservient submissive girl. I loved Mistress Barbara and we both knew i would do exactly as She directed me. Yes, i became a submissive girl with a wonderful Mistress in the mist of a great orgasm.

Mistress Barbara’s taunting and teasing on our drive home from Regensburg did start me thinking about being a girl. In Mistress Barbara’s planed, slow, but deliberate fashion, in the back of my mind, i started considering being Mistress Barbara’s girl. Walking into the house in my pantyhose and sweat top, i actually thought i needed to learn to walk like a girl. For a brief moment, i thought i needed heels. When standing just inside the door, and Mistress Barbara brought me to a very rapid climax, i was emotionally drained. Yes, my knees did go weak. If Mistress Barbara was not holding me, i would have gone to my knees. Spending the remainder of the day in my cum soaked pantyhose was powerful. Even today, i consider it a major event. As reinforcement, Mistress Barbara wore only Her pantyhose all afternoon. While Her’s were dry and unstained, She also showed me that i was not wearing a bra.

After making dinner, Mistress Barbara had us put on our sweat suits again and go to a movie on base. Sitting in the theater, in my now dry cakey pantyhose, kept me hard through the movie. Of course, Mistress Barbara stroking me every now and then also kept me hard.

Mistress Barbara elected to drive home. Once passed the base gate, She told me to remove my pants bottoms again. We continue home and into the house with me showing off my pantyhose. It was all worth it, because our love making had us playing with and ripping off each others pantyhose. We had massive climaxes and i cleaned up every drop from Mistress Barbara’s Golden Pussy.

Yes guys, there are great benefits to becoming your Mistress’s girl. i recommend you submit yourself to Her rule. 

Outdoor Activities Can Provide New Adventures

Germany in the early seventies provided us a great opportunity to travel, experiment, and grow. We always have to maintain the distinction between our work on our Army base and our own developing Female Lead Marriage. Introducing Lt k to panties and lakeside love making made a very exciting first anniversary. The mountains, rivers, lakes, and trails around Garmisch-Partenkirchen provide great stimulus and excitement for an officer and gentleman wearing panties. 

                                                       

The training before Mom’s visit was slow and a lot of fun. However, Mom’s visit certainly stepped up Lt k’s advancement toward his sissy future. At the time we did not use the term sissy, but having him exposed in front of Mom, subjecting him to Mom’s whims and control, and allowing Mom to play with, spank, and fuck him was certainly a life changing event for all of us. Punishing Mom, shaving Her, and placing Her directly under My control was a change for the entire family. As you recall, I ordered Her to immediately place dad in panties and begin to change him. 

Lt k’s domestic training continued after Mom’s visit. Cleaning a room each night made his task very systematic. There was ample time for reading, love making, spanking, and socializing. Creating our table top signaling system was great and has served us for over forty years. It really did not take very long to get him comfortable with being naked or nearly naked in the house. Removing his cloths immediately upon entering the house was a strong recognition of his subservient position and My superiority. Insisting he wear panties when we went out and he was off-duty became second nature to him. On the nights I would make him wear a skirt driving home from an event became fun and acceptable to him. All of this training was carried off at a reasonable pace, with lots of positive reinforcement for Me, and Mom (via Her letters), and a balanced amount of punishment spankings, discipline spankings, and love making spanking. Discipline and love making spanking were purely for My pleasure. Yes, the discipline spanking were (and still are) much harsher than love making spankings. One of the most convenient advancement for Me was teaching him to enjoy eating his cum from My Golden Pussy. During our first year of marriage, I would get up after fucking and go to the bathroom to wipe Myself clean. Ladies, if You are still cleaning Yourselves, You owe it to Yourself to teach Your sub to lick-up her own cum directly from Your Golden Pussy.

Our social activities, movies, card playing; O Club events, festivals, and shopping were great and increased as we became more comfortable with the base social scene. Quickly, Lt k was wearing panties to all these events. It was fun, knowing we were different from everyone else.

In this period, there was a wonderful German event starting and growing called “Volklaufe”. It was a family, friendship, and fitness program run in different villages and cities. For a small entry fee, you joined with others to walk around a course set up in the village. At the end, you receive a pin or ribbon showing the town name and the distance you walked. The ribbon and attached medallion were wonderful mementoes. Each walk became a great way to spend a Saturday morning. We would walk by ourselves, with American friends, or with new German friends we would meet at the event.

Over the course of the late summer and fall, we completed walks in Regensburg, Auerbach, Sulzback-Rosenbery, Amberg, Erlangen, and Nuremberg. The walks included segments of the village proper, marketplace, the adjacent farm lands, and often some small but dense forests. The hard part was finding the start point. Once registered, given a map, and pointed in the right direction, we could walk at our own pace. At major intersections there were friendly volunteers to keep you going in the right direction. As fall and winter approached, we discovered that temperatures and dampness could vary. Alone the walk you could be warm and cold as you moved between sunny streets and shady woods.

Sweat suits were also becoming standard casual dress for many Germans. Most suits were simply, yet colorful. For Me, it presented a new opportunity for Lt k and I. While I could not have k wearing a skirt on the walks, I could have us in matching sweat suits. With the unisex nature of the suits we could dress alike, right down to our panties under our suits. I purchased matching suits for us. Some had no zippers, some had side zippers, and some had front zippers. I liked wearing the front zippers since they made Me feel slightly stronger and more masculine. The suits without zippers and side zipper were barely noticeable, so it did not matter if k felt feminine. In fact, that was the point, without making it to obvious. Besides, since we were both wearing panties, our sweat suits maintained k’s subservient position. If anyone noticed the lack of a front zipper, no one made any comment. I never noticed a second look either. As the weather got colder, we did wear our unisex suits more frequently. I even insisted he wear them on base and shopping at the PX.

 

The Volklaufe’s and the cooler temperatures also gave Me a change to introduce Lt k to pantyhose.  While warm, the sweat suits were not always warm enough. The Friday before one of our walks, we went by a rack of pantyhose at the PX. I quickly stopped and pick out a couple a pairs for k and I. Before, we left for our Saturday morning event in Regensburg; I told k we would be wearing pantyhose on our walk to stay warm. While confused, he knew better than to object. he had seen me put on enough pantyhose, so he sat on the bed and put his pantyhose on like a pro.

Our walk that morning was great. We stayed warm. We had lunch with some new friends in the city market after the walk. When k had to go to the bathroom, he was reminded of his status as he pulled his pantyhose down to pee. In fact, when he returned to our lunch table, I could tell he was as hard as he could get. Clearly, he was enjoying his pantyhose. I decide he would wear hose more often.

On the drive home I teased and taunted him. I told him My little girl really did like his panties and now his pantyhose. he was surprised by My reference to “My little girl”. It was the first time I called him a girl. After I said it, I was uncertain about My use of the term. I knew I needed to provide some reassurances and head off any withdrawal or possibly any retreat. I quickly reached over to rub her “funny little thing”. “k, you know I love you, and you know you love wearing your scrub top and panties, you love it when you wear a skirt for Me, and you know panties and shirts are women’s clothes. you also know, I want you to wear panties and skirts, and now pantyhose. you know I love to see you over My knee, or bent over a chair when I spank you. you know how happy it makes Me when you do exactly as I tell you. Remember how much fun you had when Mom was here. you showed off your funny little thing for Her. Wow, you know your funny little thing is growing now. you know you liked Mom playing with you, especially when She did not have My permission. you certainly liked helping Me punish Her. I know you loved Me allowing you to fuck Her, didn’t you?” k could not speak, he was so excited. I could see her eyes watering and her breath quickening. her girly clitty was telling the truth again. At this point, I decided “girl” was a good term for her. From now on, I would use the term more frequently. I would instruct Mom to refer to dad and k as “girls” whenever possible. I would even have My sister Kate call k a girl when possible, or refer to him as My girlfriend. I figured being referred to as a girl in a letter would be very powerful.

On this particular ride home, I would bring her up to a point of intense excitement, but then stop. I wanted her to leak a little cum, then, I would stop. Fifteen or so minutes later, I would talk to My girlfriend again. Again bring Her up, only to stop again. By the time we arrived home, I had told her about the fun she would have wearing stockings and garter, flats, and heels. Honestly, she was a wreck when we arrived home. While it was not dark, there was no one around, so I told her to remove her swear pants and walk in front of Me so I could admire her pantyhose. When we got inside the house, I reached around her, hugged her tightly, whispered how much I loved my special girlfriend. It only took a couple of strokes of her funny little thing, hard and restricted by her pantyhose, before it exploded in a huge climax. her knees went weak, but I held her up and tight. Then I whispered, “thank you dear for showing me how much you love being my girlfriend. I love you. k dear, since you are now My pantyhose girl friend, you shall now call Me Mistress Barbara here at home, and when we are with friends who know your position. For the moment that is just family, but one day we may share your girlly status with other. Do you understand?” Yes Mistress Barbara, i understand; thank You”. “Now go put your scrub top on, do not touch your pantyhose. I want to see your pretty cum soaked pantyhose. I want you to enjoy the sign of your acceptance of girl status, and Me as your life long Mistress. Later, we will make love. If it makes you feel any better, I am going to direct Mom and Kate to refer to you as My girlfriend. It is going to be so much better having more girls in the family”.

This was another big step for k. From then on he started thinking of himself as a girl. At first, she only thought about her girl status when she was wearing panties, pantyhose, stockings and garters, skirts, and her household uniform. The real goal was to start her thought process. It would be years before she became a real sissy, but the transition had started, and with the help of Mom and Kate, I had a reinforcement program started. Even more importantly, k now recognized his girlly position would be for the rest of his life, and I would be her Mistress. A complete change in acknowledged status in less that one year. 

I now had another clothing option for k. As it turned out, at that time, German homes did not have central heat. We had a little kerosene heater in each room except the bedroom. Pantyhose around the house allow k to stay warm during the cold months, and gave me full view of her truth meter. I can assure You, I never had any doubt about how much she enjoyed wearing pantyhose. A simple item You can try. Pantyhose provide You a big payoff.

New Year’s is coming. If You did not buy Your sub pantyhose for Christmas, buy her a pair of Your New Year’s celebration.  I wish you great joy… 

Merry Christmas

Miss Barbara had a much better year than we expected. Her daease is progressing, just not as rapidly as it has in previous years. We are going to try to make a Christmas trip this year.

We wish everyone a Merry Christmas. We hope Mistress Santa is good to everyone and brings every sissy an appropriate toy. We certainly know each sissy will take special care of her Mistress or Master.

Hugs and kisses to everyone. Please be safe and satisfy everyone...

Mistress Barbara and sissy maid k