I get the same message constantly, and it is always phrased as a question when it is really a confession. He wants to know whether I would make him wear something. He already knows the answer. What he actually wants is for somebody to say it first so he does not have to.
Fine. I will say it first. Every time.
Forced feminization, starting with one pair of stockings
Nobody arrives here ready. That is not a problem; it is the good part, and I would honestly rather have you nervous than eager.
We start with whatever you can actually get hold of tonight. One pair. You put them on while I am on the line, and you describe it to me as you go, and you will hear how your own voice changes about halfway up your thigh. That change is the whole thing. That is the moment you stop being a man doing something odd for a laugh and start being what I am going to spend the next hour calling you.
After that, we build. Properly, in order, over calls rather than all at once. There is a right way to teach this, and rushing it wastes what makes it work.
Sissy maid training, and the rules that come with the uniform
A sissy maid is not a costume; it is a job, and I run it like one. There is a posture. There is a way you speak to me and a way you do not. There is a list of what gets done before you are permitted to ring me again, and I will ask about every item on it.
