Maternal Discipline!

Women who feminize their adult sons!

Jenny explains how she took over from a mother who feminized her own son!

As soon as I saw him I knew I wanted him. He didn't look like a she-male. Indeed he was very attractive. Of course he was wearing lipstick and earrings, but he still looked, well, boyish. Shy and demure! And his frock, it was drop-dead gorgeous. Long clinging silk that buttoned all the way down. And what a figure! A waist I could span with both hands, you could tell at a glance that she'd used corsets on him.

His mother pushed him forward and introduced him as Mark. We stared at each other silently.

My mother waved at me saying, 'This is Jenny. She is looking for a well-trained man. I assume he is trained?'

Mark's mother, a well-dressed buxom matron nodded. 'Oh yes. Mark has been disciplined and feminised from a very early age. He always preferred being girlish, and the day he became an adult I took over. He had a simple choice - live as a man, or live with me as a pretty, but obedient female! He is now totally obedient and will make Jenny an excellent wife.'

I saw Mark blush. And I giggled. Our eyes met, and I could see he liked what he saw. My mother stared at Mark thoughtfully, 'You say he's feminized. Can you explain?'

Mark's mother turned to her red-faced son and opened his pink silk frock. Mark squirmed a little but remained quiet. I watched as she displayed his small but perfect breasts. 'I've used a good hormone cream and massage for the last three years. The breasts are small but real, he can even make milk!' My mother leaned over and touched Mark's chest. ''You used a Lactation Pump?' As Mark's mother nodded she casually caressed him as though she were a man groping a young woman. Mark's nipples stiffened visibly. Mummy smiled. 'I see what you mean. He likes being female, he is feminized! Excellent!'

Mark's mother spoke carefully, 'He has been trained to react like a female in most circumstances and to obey all females. He is trained in domestic duties and accepts my punishment when he is not perfect.'

My mother turned to me, 'Well girl, is this the man you want for your wife?'

I moved closer. Taking his hand I pulled him from his mother. I slid my arm about his neat girlish waist and kissed him. His lips were soft, pink and girlish. They trembled as I flicked my tongue over them. I slipped my palm down into his groin. He writhed and his mouth opened. I enjoyed kissing him, he felt weak and soft and vulnerable. And he never tried to touch me. Pulling away from him I nodded. 'Yes. I want him.'

Mark lowered his eyes and went an even brighter pink! Everyone laughed. My mother spoke to Mark's mother, but I knew she was really explaining her philosophy to Mark. 'One of the ways in which our family tradition of maternal discipline has been handed down over the generations involves a special set of symbolic rituals and activities. Each and every male who enters into matrimony with a member of this family undergoes certain training protocols to ensure he is ready, ready to be a she-male wife to one member of the family, and a sissified maid to the rest of the family.'

Mark's mother spoke for Mark. 'Yes, we understand and accept. I've told Mark about tonight's ceremony, and I'm confident he'll agree and accept any and all you offer. And he has a gift for Jenny.'

I smiled, for I knew what it was. Mark smiled shyly as he handed me the gaily-wrapped parcel. I hurriedly opened it and removed the pretty pearl-handled hairbrush.

Mark recited the words he'd been taught, 'I offer you this brush as a symbol of my devotion to you.'

I met his eye saying, 'I accept your gift and your devotion.' I turned my back on him, and Mark began to brush my hair. It felt good to know I'd have this handsome man to brush my hair every night of my life. I turned to face him. Mark had gone quite pale. He handed me the brush and lowered himself over the back of the chair.

'My body is yours. Do with me what you will.' He whispered - so softly I barely heard him.

How do I become a uniformed maid?

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