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Hello,
Sissy Sebastiana here to share some parts of my surprising path into the joys of submission and chastity. Nine months back, I was a bitter, disillusioned 45-year-old caught in a depression spiral driven by drinking and occasional cocaine use after losing my girlfriend of nine years. I felt like I had reached the end of the road for dreams; without them, what is life all about?
Then, an unexpected encounter at our local pub with Karmen, a stunning Spanish woman who has become both my Mistress and future wife, completely turned my world around. After a wonderful weekend together sharing intimacy, I opened up to her, revealing everything about my past, including the fact that I had been a transvestite since adolescence. Karmen was delighted to learn that I enjoyed dressing as a woman and also appreciated how I cared for her throughout our week of getting to know each other, cooking delicious meals along the way.
One evening over a bottle of Cava, Karmen whispered that she saw potential in me to become an excellent “domestica”—a domestic servant. The idea completely captivated us, and we talked extensively about my becoming her domestica. This led to our agreement: I would be trained as her maid, while she became my mistress.
Mistress christened me with the new name Sebastiana. The next day, we headed into town for a shopping spree. My new Mistress guided me around, helping me buy clothes and accessories suitable for my upcoming role at the local workwear shop. There, she purchased several plain Alexander cotton dresses in black, lilac, candy-stripe pink, lemon yellow, and sky blue, along with some broderie anglaise aprons and pinafores.
Next, we stopped by Anne Summers, where Mistress really impressed me by buying lingerie, stockings, a couple of vibrators, lubricants, and even a cat o’ nine tails. She made me carry them to the counter and pay for everything while she walked out of the shop!
Afterward, we went to Topshop to pick up two pairs of high heels, finishing off our day at a wig shop where I chose a classic blonde bobbed style. We ended up back at my local bar with a well-deserved bottle of wine, and I was struggling to manage the largest erection I had ever experienced.
That night, brimming with anticipation for Mistress’s feminizing training as she molded me into her maid, and with my wardrobe full of new attire, I knew my life was about to change in ways I never imagined. And it continues to evolve daily now that I am halfway through my years of training before we move to Spain next year, where I will become Karmen’s full-time sissy maid.
Join me next time as I recall that first moment standing before Mistress in my new uniform, beginning this unexpected journey into submission, chastity, and sissydom—and the pain and pleasure my wonderful Mistress uses daily to transform me into her perfect sissy.
Curtsies, Sissy Sebastiana x x