When I was a lad I fantasised
Of
being by a lady with a cane chastised.
I
visited a domme and
I paid my dues,
And I polished up the leather
on her high heeled shoes.
(He polished up the
leather on her high heeled shoes.)
I polished up that leather
so
carefully
That now I am a
sissy maid to Mistress B.
(He polished up that
leather so carefully that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B!)
Ti tum ti tum ti tum ti tum
In
our next encounter, I played the role
Of a schoolboy, under very strict control,
With my tie askew and my homework late
I wrote five hundred times that I
deserved my fate.
(He wrote five hundred times that he
deserved his fate.)
I copied all those lines so obediently,
That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.
(He copied all those lines so obediently
that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B!)
I
turned up each month with my tribute in hand
In a plain paper envelope like contraband
And soon found myself, though not first – by far
Appointed to her stable as a regu-lar
(Appointed to her stable as a regu-lar.)
I was
spanked and pegged so
reg-u-larlee
That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.
(He was spanked and pegged so reg-u-larlee that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress
B!)
In visiting my Mistress for my monthly
task
For a sign of her favour I began to ask
And my joy knew no bounds when, before her throne
I received a leather collar naming me her
own
(He received a leather collar naming him her own.)
That collar was my passage to slavery,
So now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B
(That collar was his passage to slavery so
now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B!)
Quite soon in my journey as a collared
slave
I was fitted with a tube so I don’t misbehave
And I soon experienced a sharp decrease
In the frequency with which I could achieve release.
(The frequency with which he could
achieve release.)
I spent so much time in chastity
That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.
(He spent so much time in chastity,
that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B).
I retired from my job, free at last from
stress
And I bought myself an apron and a frilly
dress
For my plans for retirement had been long
laid
To attempt domestic service as a sissy maid!
(To attempt domestic service as a sissy maid)
I teetered on my heels so precariously
That now I am a sissy maid to Mistress B.
(He teetered on his heels so
precariously, that now he is a sissy maid to Mistress B).
So….
If you dream of a lifetime spent in unpaid work,
With
the cane awaiting when you dare to shirk
If your heart leaps high at the thought of a mop
And a life down scrubbing on your knees,
non-stop.
(And a life down scrubbing on your knees,
non-stop.)
Spend
all of your money on your session fee
And you all may be sissy
maids to Mistress B.
(Spend all of your money on a session
fee and you all may be sissy maids to Mistress B!)
Pictures are from the rather lovely cleversissy.tumblr.com, who surely is.
"Very silly indeed"? I think not. W.S. Gilbert would be proud.
Actually, I suspect he wouldn't. But who knows? They were a rum lot, those Victorians. It's kind of you to say so, anyway.
I'm warning you, though… too much more of this and I might inflict "I am the very model of a modern leather domina" on you, and you really don't want that.
Best wishes
S
MMMm a little of that other ditty about transvestism the I'm A Lumber Jack & I'm OK. Femsup
Ah but if I'm going to feature a Monty Python song here, it has to be
Sit on My Face, surely?