At around 9: 15 I was trembling as the doorbell rang and I went to answer, curtsying carefully before the first guests , Jan and Dave in leather outfits , Angela's friends from college. And now they knew me as a womens sissy maid.As the guests arrived and mingled, then had a casual dinner I was of course busy as the maid. Then Angela directed everyone into the playroom , and quickly said " come here, Dolly ' as She raised the top of the old fashioned Pillory I had built nearly 6 months ago for play. I knew the routine and bent over, lowering my wrists and neck into the holes. Then the top lowered and I shuddered as it closed on my neck and the lock snapped shut. I wasn't really worried as both Angela and my wife had experienced the pillory, but it is still scary. My wife raised the back of my skirt and slip and tucked them into my apron tie, then suggested everyone ' give the maid a warm up spanking' . . . about half an hour later one of the Ladies, but I didn't know who , inserted a vibrator inside me., then put a leather belt around and pulled a crotch strap up tight. I found it to be embarrassingly remote controlled but didn't know who had the control. a little later cramps were starting to set in, I knew if left locked in the pillory the cramps would be unrelenting, more and more severe. That is the Pillories REAL punishment, unrelenting cramps. Your neck, shoulders , arms, back, thighs . . . the cramps just come in waves. But as I started showing signs of struggle Beverly released the pillory, and I was back on maid duty.

That is how my first year as maid progressed , sleeping in a nightgown and handcuffs, wearing sissy panties and a matching camisole to work, when home always in a short satin sissy maid outfit. One day a week I have off, wearing a simple cotton housedress if I say home. And fetish parties became a once every other month event, it seems Angela had worked at a fetish store during college summers, and She had a good circle of friends.

For my one year anniversary , my wife had something special planned. I expected maybe a new uniform and special party. The party was special all right. With 5 of Angela and my wifes best friends attending , I was after the usual light meal instructed to lie on the spanking bench, and was strapped down. So far, so good ! Skirt up, panties down for the sissy.

After the expected paddling / spanking to 'warm up ' I was given another set of infection and pain pills, which worried me . . . then I felt something tighten around my sex. I was banded. I was left bent over , on my knees and elbows, strapped to the spanking bench for a half hour or even more. Then My wife said " OK Dear, this is your big event. You will now become a gelded maid." Angela moved a tray close, and my wife took a sharp knife from a sealed package. Then, oh my gawd, I couldn't believe it as the edge cut into my sack. Even dulled by the pills and banding, it hurt. She gave a light squeeze and I felt the left ball slide out. The room was very quiet, You could even hear the breathing, then the snip of he cord. Quickly the severed ball was placed in a small jar , then the right ball was removed and in the jar, which was 3/ 4 full of a clear liquid. Everyone clapped as my wife capped the jar and held it up. Then She showed me - on the outside of the jar was a picture of me on my knees in my prettiest pink maids uniform, and in the jar, my balls. Angela did the honor of trimming the empty sack and stitching it up. My bindings were loosened a little but I remained on the bench for some time, then was given another 2 pills and sent to my room, where I quickly fell asleep. The next day my wife told me She really wanted to trim the penis to a short stub with a leash ring thru , but that was a very difficult operation, so I was to remain in the chastity tube, pulled down and fastened between my legs. Now, a week later I am typing my story of conversion to real Sissy life, carefully balancing the display jar on my head.