New! Vows of Servitude Part 2

By Priscilla Gay Bouffant as told by Claudia Meadows

A subdued sissy adjusts to "her" new life in dresses, makeup and high heels. She realizes nature’s mistakes can be corrected.

Chapter V: Madres Dulces

     Life with Tanya away in Seattle, and Mummy now temporarily residing with me had become surprisingly pleasant. Mummy really only went into the office when the Board of Directors met, so we spent much time together.
    Oh, well. It was true, she could be a demanding taskmistress. I waited on her quite a lot. But the experience of becoming close with her, was incredibly rewarding.
     At the end of our second full week together, I received a call from Jasmine. I realized this coming Saturday was Jasmine’s scheduled monthly visit to dress our hair in our beauty room.
     “Hi Claudia. Wanted to touch base. Yes, I know Tanya’s out of town. Isn’t Vera with you though? Well how many heads are we doing? Yes, go ahead and check. Wait, Claudia. Why not put Vera on, if she’s available? Jasmine asked.
     I explained things to Vera and she snatched my cell phone from my hand. She was incredibly masterful at taking charge of any situation.
     “Hello Jasmine. Alexis won’t be here. She will be out with her new toy-boy sissy, Miss Vanity. It will be only Claudia and me. For me? Wash, condition trim and styling. Claudia needs a shampoo, condition and trim also. However, her perm could use a good root-lift and a volume enhancement. Yes, that’s correct,” Vera replied.
     “That sounds fantastic. Apply some root lifter and volume enhancer, after she gets, a nice wash, condition and trim. Then give her a wet set. I’ll do the comb out after you leave. Excellent darling. Noonish, Saturday dearie,” smiled Vera.
     Jasmine as always, arrived promptly. With her was her able assistant, Daphne. I was dressed for having my hair done and serving later. Mummy had put me in a towering pair of pink, 4” stiletto style, 3 piece, braided sandals, with a back zipper, by Liliana.
     “Would you like to wear something a little more boyish today precious? Here. Then slip into these cute, pink Capri slacks,” Mummy teased. Then I slid into a white, off the shoulder, ruffled crop top, which showed off both my new boobs and my extra flat tummy.
    Mummy had increased my aerobics, bust improvement, and tummy flattening exercises to every other day. Additionally, she insisted I increase applications of my breast plumping cream to three times daily. She insisted she would do the late evening cream application herself.
     Her massaging my breasts with the cream, had led to me getting sexually aroused each time. Finally she’d insisted I add a third, weekly session with the breast suction apparatus. With all of the increased manipulations to my breasts, I was now approaching, a solid “A” cup.
     To expedite our hairdressing appointments, Mummy had chosen to shampoo my hair and then applied a high protein conditioner. When Jasmine and Daphne arrived, I still had a damp towel wrapped around my conditioned hair. I was also wearing the bright red salon cape Mummy had put me into.
     “My but aren’t we eager to get our hair done today, darling?” Jasmine queried.
     “Yes, Jasmine, she is. She simply adores going to the salon. I could tell the day I picked her up after her bridal makeover. She’s become such a little missy, style -queen these days. Haven’t you Claudia?” Vera asked.
     “Yes Mummy. I love the beauty parlor and having my hair done. I love looking pretty for Tanya and you, Mummy,” I agreed.
     “Oh. I see. A real curler princess, huh? Well then, Daphne. You get started on Ms. Vera’s shampoo and conditioning treatment. I’ll begin our, little Miss Style Queen’s root lift, to spice up her perm,” Jasmine sighed.
     I had never had a “root lift” and had no idea what it would be like. I found out later, it’s a sort of altered, permanent wave. Jasmine sectioned my hair into a half dozen separate segments. She swathed each section in plastic wrap. She left the last three inches of each segment, nearest the roots, uncovered. She then rolled each of these uncovered sections of hair onto large purple permanent wave rods and papers.
     She saturated each perm rod and paper with the very pungent perm solution. She turned on a timer and checked on Mummy Vera. “Daphne. Keep an eye on Claudia. When the timer goes off, rinse her out in the shampoo sink. Then I’ll add the neutralizer,” Jasmine stated.
     After going through the perm process a few times I knew the neutralizer would also be rinsed out eventually. The next step was applying a volume enhancer to my re-permed locks.
   Daphne removed the perm rods after rinsing the neutralizer. Then she squirted a foamy liquid onto her hands and scrunched it into my wet hair. “Let this volume enhancer, set into your hair honey. When Jasmine’s done styling Vera’s hair she’ll give you a nice, tight, wet set,” Daphne said.
    Jasmine completed Vera’s styling. I could see Vera in the mirror behind me. She was seated at the vanity doing her makeup. Jasmine began rolling my hair extremely tight, on medium-large, dark blue, plastic rollers. “Honey, this is a wet set. You shouldn’t comb this out until it is just slightly damp to the touch,” Jasmine stated.
    “You could blow it dry, when it reaches that point, but it would be better to just fluff it out and lightly comb. Vera said she would do it for you,” Jasmine continued as she finally hair sprayed and wrapped my wet set with a head scarf. Then she tied the decorative scarf, into a big bow, at the top front.
    I stood up and Vera walked by. “Let’s go out to the parlor. Claudia honey, see what everyone would like to drink. Plus maybe you could put together some finger food?” Vera asked.
     I served the drinks first, then I came out with a fresh plate of Baby Swiss cheese and whole wheat crackers which everyone seemed to like. Just when I was ready to sit, Vera had me come over and sit on her lap. While she and the other two ladies chatted, Vera rubbed one of my thighs, and on occasion ran her fingers over my crotch area.
     Every now and then, she would kiss me, somewhere on my neck or the side of my face. I must admit I found the attention very flattering. Not to mention, sexually stimulating. I don’t mind admitting that occasionally Vera would pay more attention to me than Tanya did.
     Jasmine checked her phone, and decided she and Daphne, should be going. I asked Mummy what I could make her for lunch.
     “Why don’t you change into a skirt and blouse that matches your heels. I love those heels on you. They surely enhance your jiggly, wiggly walk. Fix your makeup. Then I’ll do your hair and take you out to lunch. It’s time to show my pretty girl off,” she smiled.
     I changed into a white satin blouse with a Peter Pan collar. The shoulders and neckline of the blouse were decorated with a chiffon lace applique. After putting on sheer, seamed hose, I stepped into a pink A-Line skirt. For effect, I wore a black, velvet, short kimono jacket.
    Wanting to look my very best and to please Mummy Vera, I took extra care applying my cosmetics, and making certain, my lipstick was a very creamy, shimmery, hot pink.
     Mummy directed me into the beauty room and sat me at a vanity. As she removed the curlers from my hair, she handed each one to me, and had me place it in the curler tray. As many Cassandra Ladies preferred, she believed in involving every sissy in their own beauty regimen and treatments.
      The removal of the curlers left me with a head full of really cute sausage ringlets. “Oh. So precious. I don’t think we need to do much here,” said Mummy Vera as she dipped the tips of her fingers in some styling jelly.
     “Just apply a little of this jelly and fluff and pick it a little bit. Just give it some extra shine. You already have some really wonderful lift and volume, child. There. We’re ready. Let’s do lunch, my precious,” she smiled.
     On the drive to have lunch, Vera mentioned her “Club.” Of course, I thought she meant her country club. Then we passed the road to her country club. I knew enough by now, never to question my superiors. Which of course, Tanya and Vera were.
    She turned right at a road marked, “Private, No Trespassing.” Beyond the next clearing was a large two story building, with a wrap-around porch. It was a lodge-like structure. The sign on the cottage read, “Athena’s Chalet, a Winthrop Property. Private.”
     No more needed to be said. Obviously the place we had arrived at was a private, Cassandra Society sanctuary. We walked into the club and a smiling young lady welcome Mummy Vera. Then a woman around Mummy’s age, with a nametag that read “Cynthia, manageress” walked up to us.
     “Vera darling, what a pleasant surprise this is. Now who is this delightfully, feminine, creature with you? Cynthia asked as she checked me out from the top of my permed hair, to the toes of my “Please, someone screw me!” High heeled sandals.
     “Oh this little baby doll, you mean? This is Claudia. She is the wife of my daughter, Tanya,” Vera smiled.
     “Well, I hope we’ll be seeing more of Tanya and Claudia, here, very soon. I’ll take you to your usual table, Vera,” remarked Cynthia.
     Mommy chose a booth instead. I sat down. She then motioned for me to slide further into the booth so as she could sit close to me. “It’s so nice to eat lunch here. Away from creepy males that might want to flirt with us? Don’t you think Claudia? After all, where else could I do this?” Vera asked as she gave me a lengthy smooch, on my shiny, creamed, pink lips.
     A waitress, in a fussy, overly theatrical, French Maid’s uniform minced over to the table. Her name tag read “Deborah”. Before she could say a thing, Mummy announced, “Only one menu my sweet thing. I’ll order for Claudia.”
     “Of course Mater Vera. It is such an honor to serve you Mistress,” the effusive sissy replied fawningly, as she dipped into a curtsey.
     “I’m the one driving, Deborah. Iced tea with a lime for me. However you can bring my young lady a glass of Chablis,” Mummy smiled.
    The meal Mummy ordered for me was quite tasty. The portions were slightly larger than I was used to eating. I had to be very careful how I ate. If you have ever been under a regimen of severe corseting, and a restricting diet as long as I have, you would know why.
    Eating too quickly might give my delicate tummy quite the ache. The last thing I ever want to have happen, when I arrived home, was to have Mummy Vera force me to lay, face down on the massage table in the beauty room.
     Then, she would follow that, by inserting an enema nozzle in my rectum. The other end of the nozzle being hooked up to a one quart bag of warm soapy water. Anything is better than that.
     I’ll admit that there have been times, in my past and even recently, where being given a rectal cleansing has caused me to achieve an erection. Sometimes I do get aroused by being helplessly humiliated. Often the erection is remedied by a pleasurable milking.
     However, it is not my favorite way of attaining an erection or spurting my sissy cream. After lunch, Mummy enticed me into having a second glass of Chablis, while she had coffee. So when we did arrive home I was quite tipsy. I know. It doesn’t sound as if I am much of a drinker.
     However, I will also say that I was never much of a man either. That is why I am ceaselessly indebted to the daunting women of the Cassandra Sisterhood for carefully selecting me for feminization.
     As silly as I was from the two glasses of wine, I wasn’t prepared for what came next. “Darling, why don’t we go to the sun room and listen to some music?” Mummy suggested. I was all for it. The music she put on was from the bewitching compositions of a female Canadian artist named, Loreena McKennitt.
    The enchanting style she sang in was beautiful. The music was eerie, transcendent, and mystical. Much the same as the old Celtic, Irish echoes I heard at the wedding. Arriving at the sunroom I saw that Mummy had poured me another glass of Chablis. Then to my surprise she produced a silver cigarette case.
    From the case she produced what I knew to be a substantial, rolled up, joint of Marijuana. My eyes grew wide. “Oh, don’t be silly Claudia. After all we live in California, darling. Here. Take a pull of this and drink some of your Chablis to cool the smoke off,” she intoned, handing me the Marijuana cigarette.
     I took a pull, and handed it back. I held the smoke in as long as I could. I exhaled and began coughing. I quickly took a drink of wine. The glass was close to full when I began. By the time we had completed smoking the joint, I had drank all of the wine.
     I had been tipsy and kind of silly when we had arrived at the house. I was now high as a kite and very pleasantly stoned. Mummy stood up and pulled me to my feet. She drew me very close to her, and began to slow dance about the room with me.
     She squeezed me quite tightly to her body and kissed me insatiably on my mouth. I was besotted. My appetite for her grew as our perfumes and lipsticks mingled. Eventually she steered me to the door, and said, “Mummy is taking you to her boudoir, dearest. I am going to make fervent love to you.”
    I couldn’t resist. What could I possibly say to her, and why would I say anything? I was all Mummy’s. I wanted her to desire me and wanted her to take me.
    She undressed me easily. She stripped me to my underthings. As she removed her clothing, I removed my bra and panty brief. “Your butt plug Princess. Remove it. Then lie down on the bed, with your plump little ass in the air,” she ordered.
     I made it easy for her. I propped my butt up much higher with a fluffy pillow. Then I saw the huge, man-sized faux penis she was strapping on. It was quite enormous. “Oh Mummy, that is so big!” I exclaimed.
    “Yes it is dear. Yes, it is quite big. I would agree, darling. It will be tolerable though. Mummy will be tender with her girly. I’ll also use extra KY-jelly. Don’t fret, precious. You are in good hands with Mummy,” she explained.
     I felt the emollient being applied. Then I tried my best not to tense, when I felt the large tip of the ersatz penis probe my anal entryway. I wanted so much to show her I was open and eager for her. It wasn’t easy. I simpered, babyishly as she entered me. However, I did push back, which elicited, a “That’s a good girl,” from Mummy. I let out a huge pant, as the penis felt as if it went much further in.
     “There. It’s up to the hilt pumpkin. This is my favorite rubber dick, baby. Where it straps on, it rubs Mummy’s clit and even arouses her more,” she guffawed.
     “Now we’ll take it slowly at first. Then we’ll pick up the pace. Shall we precious?” Mummy asked.
    After a number of thrusts, I felt loosened sufficiently to assist her in increasing the speed of the prodding. I felt so sexy. My gracious! I felt adoring, sluttish and randy. A real whore. “Mummy. This makes me feel so sexy and beautiful. I love being with you Mummy. Does this make me a slut, Mummy Vera?” I asked.
     “Well of course you are pretty and sexy, lover girl. I believe you like the beauty parlor so much, because you know the better you look, the more likely Mummy will want to screw her pretty girl,” Vera explained.
     “My yes, of course you are a slut. All sissies eventually embrace their sultriness, darling. If you feel slutty, Mummy adores you. That’s a good cadence we have set. I dare say, you won’t forget this screwing, Angel,” she laughed.
    Indeed I loved it. As I got close to an orgasm, I screeched loudly. Oh Mummy! Screw your little slut, Claudia! Screw her hard, Mummy? I begged. Indeed Vera did. I spurted just before Vera orgasmed. Exhausted, I lay right down in my sticky, sissy emulsion.
     As Vera popped, she bit and sucked my slender, perfumed neck, hungrily. She left a red blotch that was still there when Tanya returned a week later. She finally rolled me over on my back and I jiggled my butt and my tits, excitedly as she took me in her arms. “Rest Angel. We both deserve it,” she whispered. As we lay, side by side, Mummy touched my face.
     “I want you to know this, my little princess. If Tanya ever tires of you, throws you out, or leaves you, you can always come live with Mummy. Mummy will always care for you, Claudia,” she smiled as she kissed my lips.
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     Mummy never failed to make me feel very special, the closer we were, emotionally, to each other. She sent a rented, company limo to drive me to the airport to collect Tanya on her return trip from Seattle. The driver parked in a reserved space. “Wait here, Miss Meadows. I’ll gather both Ms. Meadows and her bags.” “Thank you so much Carlton,” I smiled, peaking at him from behind my sunglasses. Carlton was tall, muscular, young and handsome. Had I been a fully genetic female, I might have desired to screw him.
     So, would I actually screw him anyway? Well, yes. If Tanya said I must screw him, I would be left with no choice but to. You see, I’m a Cassandra Girl and I know what is expected of me.
     Since our one year wedding anniversary, Tanya gave me a hardback publication, printed by Winthrop Press. The title, you ask? “Now, you are a Cassandra Girl. So what’s next?”
     It laid out the rules, the dos and the don’ts, and everything that could be fully expected by a Mistress of her Cassandra Girl. There was a chapter, “So, now you have a Master to keep happy, also?” This told me all I would need to know about that subject.
     I had really outdid myself for the trip to the airport. It was a Saturday and Alexis was not attending the University. Though she did have some studies, she gladly helped me dress and prepare my hair, face and body for Tanya’s arrival. “You need to look really hot, well put together and wanton, Claudia,” Alexis explained.
     She had me moisturize most of my “special” areas. Next, heavy perfume behind my ears, between my boobs, and around my genitalia, including my ass. My butt plug was a full extra size larger. Just in case. My outfit consisted of cream colored heels, and a cream colored suit, with hobble skirt. I sexily chose not to wear a blouse. Just my bra was underneath the suit jacket.
     “You hair has to be up. Sleekly, but with a few carefully loosed stands. That catch me, screw me look,” laughed Alexis. Lastly, Burberry, Glossy Lipstick and Coral nail color. I surely felt wanton.
     Carlton returned to the limo, opened the rear door, and Tanya slid in. She smiled and we both glided from opposite ends of the seat to meet each other. Carlton took a little extra long to load the luggage and get into the driver’s seat.
     “Claudia. You look very special,” smiled Tanya. Those were the only words spoken as we embraced and locked our moist lips. We broke our embrace, and Tanya tapped on her window to signal to Carlton to occupy the vehicle.
     “To your residence Ms. Meadows?” Carlton asked.
     “Yes, Carlton. Thank you,” Tanya answered simply.
    For all Carlton knew, we were a couple of Lesbians. Not that it would matter to him as long as he got his paycheck signed. We sat close to each other and I followed Tanya’s lead as she touched my face, or leaned my head against her breast.
    At one point she checked the left side of my neck. “Mother wasn’t kidding. She really did leave you with a large, sexy love bite. She and I talked today, Claudia. She was ecstatically delighted with your behavior. I’m quite moved myself. If there is one quality I adore in a wife, it is forthright conformity to my resolve. You will be compensated, significantly,” Tanya vowed.
     Carlton was certainly well compensated with a large gratuity, for carrying Tanya’s bags right up to our boudoir. Both Tanya and Alexis were overjoyed to see each other! Alexis, had really dolled up, after she had seen me off. She and Tanya held each other closely, and kissed very softly as they embraced.
     “Well, let me look at you? You look lovely, Alexis. So, are you still seeing your sexy little toy-boy, Vanity?” Tanya asked.
     “No. For the time being, I’m letting Vanity go her way. She’s become a bit of a Mummy’s girl right now and I want her to spend more time with Chandra,” Alexis replied.
     “Oh, I know all about sissy Mummy’s girls,” Alexis added, looking at me.
     “Claudia. Run me a bath, with some bathing oil. Then you can bathe me and take me to bed. I need a massage also,” Tanya ordered, as I quickly made my way to our boudoir bath.
    By the time Tanya dipped into the tub, I had changed to a sexy nightgown and was ready to bathe her. I took great care to pay attention to every part of her gorgeous body. After toweling her dry, we walked to our marriage bed.
   There, in our bed was the smiling Alexis! I looked at Tanya in surprise.
    “I thought it would be nice if Alexis joined us, Claudia. She can kiss me while you massage me,” Tanya added.
     I was a little miffed. I thought of what Mummy had said, about coming to her house. I wondered if it was one of those times. While I massaged Tanya, she and Alexis did indeed kiss and fondle each other. I was at my wits end until they broke off their embrace and Tanya got out of bed and motioned, towards it.
    “Well get in, my sexy, submissive lesbian wife,” she said to me. I climbed in the bed. Alexis reached over and grabbed my penis with an oil covered hand. Tanya kissed me on my creamy mouth. I wouldn’t be going over Mummy’s tonight.
     Maybe Mummy would like to join us?
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