Your Mother

The heels clacking tell you all you need to know that that someone isn’t good. You are turned around and see your mother, the Mistress of the whole manor, a woman whose word is law, and a woman who was very much a woman with a dominant personality and exacting standards. She looks around at each of the maids and then at you. She lingers for a second, and you know in your heart that she recognizes her third-born feminine son under all the slutty makeup and bondage gear before asking the lead maid questions.

“What is going here? Why did I hear laughter and grunting? Why are you all here when you have duties to be done?” The lead tormentor speaks up quickly, not wanting to be punished.. “This maid,” he points to you, “is the newest one of our number ma’am. They were resistant to their new situation so we had to haze him and get him ready for his new life.” “I see. Well, get on with it. You don’t have all day!” Yes ma’am.” You own mother just recognized and ignored you! You were disowned in her eyes. The maids begin to talk about your new duties.

The rest of the maids turn and clip a leash to your collar and yank, pulling you up. “Time to get to work.” They lead you to a room not known by the family, including you, and sit you in a chair. They strap you into it and it begins to play.

You don’t know how long you are strapped to the chair but your are broken when you leave it. You become just like the other maids, sissified and serving the family. At least that is what the VISS shows you.