D for Danielle Chapter 18: Next Steps (Patreon)

After Barclay finished applying Daniel’s makeup, complete with smokey eye shadow and false eyelashes, he instructed the new sissy to stand up. He teetered while perched on his six-inch heels. He looked over at himself in the mirror and saw the transformation was complete. He was feminized french maid. Daniel had always dreamt of this moment, and now, in reality, here it was, and he was fully exposed. 

If he had walked out like this in the middle of the quad on campus, well, he could imagine how his fellow students might react. Would they point at him and laugh? Yes, and they might call him names. But what would Billy Anderson say? More importantly, what would he do?

Billy had seemed to notice him, even in boy mode. Now, as a sissy slut, would the star athlete seek him out and corner him in a private room? Would he approach him and grab him by his tiny shoulders, and pull him in? Kiss him and manhandle the playtoy he had become -- pull his ridiculously feminine outfit down and expose his smooth, supple and eager ass?

With that thought, Daniel felt his tiny dicklet move inside the panties under his skirt. Barclay seemed to sense this and stepped in front of him.

“Lift your skirt, Daniel,” Barclay instructed.

The older sissy maid could be demanding, apparently. Daniel became shy and withdrawn by this command. His own reaction seemed odd to him, as only a little while ago he was naked and on his his knees, a massive cock in his mouth. Why should it bother him to reveal himself in such a manner? Why now? Then he suddenly realized why when he finally brought his skirt up to reveal his hairless, tiny and quite erect member.

“Mistress will not like that,” Barclay said. “Sissies must always be presentable and docile -- and most importantly, limp.”

Barclay lifted up his own skirt and pulled down his panties to reveal his cock and balls were locked in a small steel chastity device.

“Oh my,” Daniel said with a gasp.

“Mistress keeps me secure for as long as she deems it is necessary,” Barclay explained.

“What is the longest you have gone?”

“A full year. And that was after I was particularly disobedient. Most times it is only for a few hours or days, sometimes a week.”

Daniel took a moment to consider what 365 days in chastity might be like -- not being able to touch oneself, to remain denied and frustrated. He then tried to make his tiny dick go limp but each time it rubbed against the fabric of his panties it throbbed at attention. He worried what the Mistress might say to him, what she might do...

“Hmph. Well, you will just have to do your best. You will go and present yourself to the Mistress now,” Barclay said as he motioned towards the door.

The new sissy minced forward in his sky high six-inch heels. He felt a bit of pain with each step. There was no escaping walking in them, however, as the heels were locked on. Barclay noticed Daniel’s discomfort and came to his side.

“The Mistress will not listen to your complaints,” he said. “And they usually always come with consequences. She demands your complete obedience.”

Was that what got the older sissy a full year in chastity jail? Complaining? Protesting compliance? Daniel felt if so it was a rather harsh sentence, but perhaps there was a method behind Mistress Narcissa’s tactics. She knew how to mold boys into girls. Or was it that she broke them and remade them?

Daniel felt a bit of fear swell up.

Barclay opened the door and ushered Daniel, now a fully feminized sissy maid, out into the corridor. He would meet Mistress Narcissa in his new form and discover what his training held for him next...