The CEO's Sissy Maid

Oh boy, this is an interesting one! Nobody writes femdom like Mistress DJ and I was happy to help her even as I was horrified to find myself as a character in the story. It's a great read an also a little peak behind the Candy Apple Curtain as CEO DJ Reigns creates a new sissy from one of her employees and Kylie helps the new sissy find her footing and the heels that go on those feet. There are cameos from some of your Candy Apple favorites and I think you'll be highly entertained while still being excited by the quality feminization and female domination that you've come to expect from us.

Sneak Preview "Start with the panties. Slide them up slowly. Feel how they hug your caged clit. Now the bra. Hook it in back. The forms go inside. A cups today. See the little jiggle when you move? Adorable. Now the wig. Pin it securely. Touch up the makeup. Add another coat of mascara over those extensions. Nails polished again. Bright pink to match."

Wesley stared in the mirror. The silicone forms gave a slight curve. The wig framed his made up face. Long lashes fluttered. Pink nails gleamed. The transformation was already visible. "I I look stupid. Take them off," he stuttered, trying to counter.

Kylie buzzed the plug. "No. Walk the runway in them. Curtsy at the end. Good girl. Now stockings. Roll them up carefully. Lace tops must sit straight."

He struggled with the garter belt. The clips were small and fiddly. Kylie corrected him patiently but meanly. "Faster next time. You will wear these every day now. And every evening, remove the wig carefully, wash it, and restyle. Body hair check daily. Shave any stubble immediately."

Week after week the changes piled on. His walk softened. The wobble disappeared. His makeup became routine, including daily touch ups to the lash extensions. The accounting women noticed. Sarah called him Brenda in meetings. When he tried to correct her, "I I am Wesley," the stutter made it laughable, and the plug buzzed. Jenna left heels under his desk. Size seven. Pink. The app buzzed constantly. He hated the constant teasing. But he was learning. Slowly. Painfully.

One afternoon after three weeks Brenda was sent to the marketing department with reports. Miss Jenn Davis was the director. Tall redhead. Strict. Known for her discipline. Brenda entered in her heels, wig perfectly styled, silicone forms under the shirt, pink nails clicking on the folder. She stumbled slightly and knocked a small plant off the corner of the desk. Soil spilled across the white carpet.

Miss Jenn Davis stood up slowly. "Clumsy sissy. That is unacceptable." She pointed to a big black paddle hanging on the wall. It was heavy wood with holes drilled in it. The holes made it faster. More painful. "That paddle is for girls like you. Bend over my desk. Skirt up. Panties down."

Brenda froze. "P please Miss Jenn. It it was an accident." Stutter thick as she tried to counter.