I simply loved teaching the introductory Sissy Slave Classes at the Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, and since the class is limited in size it is almost always fully enrolled and most people who take the course end up registering months early to make sure they will have a place secured for the upcoming class.

The Matriarchal Values Group, or MVG, was a private society of like-minded, dominant women who believe and live our lives based on our individual interpretations of what it means to be a truly dominant woman.  Begun as a support group in the 1970s for dominant women who preferred male submission to equality in our marriages and families, it was by necessity something of a “secret society” because of the stigma that is still somewhat associated with female domination and male submission when the group was founded.  In time, we may choose to take on a more public role, but for the present time, we prefer our group remain private as many of the women who come to us for information are in the public eye and so value their privacy and the secret nature of our society.

“Good morning,” I began.  “My name is Rebecca James and I am a life-long believer in female supremacy and have been a member of the MVG for nearly twelve years.  I am here to discuss the process of sissy training and conditioning for women who wish to own a sissy of their own, and, of course, for the submissive males who have been selected to become these sissies.”

The audience was full of happy, confident women between the ages of nineteen and sixty-two as well as the nervous submissive males who had accompanied these women and who would almost all would soon begin the process of sissification.  In total there were twenty-four women who were formally enrolled in the course and each woman had identified and brought with her a submissive male she planned on subjecting to sissification over the sixteen classes of the workshop.  The workshop walked the women through the sissification process using a step-by-step, hands-on learning approach where the women could enjoy the process of sissifying their males in a supportive environment comprised totally of women who shared the same basic beliefs in female supremacy and the subservient role of males.  The class began in the middle of August and ran until the end of November with several group events planned around workshop.

Additionally, some women had chosen to bring another woman with them, typically their daughters or their female lovers, but usually women who lived with the woman taking the course and who were fully aware of what was planned for the submissive male.  There were also a few extra submissive males in attendance, four in total, or at least I had been told so as I was given the class roster by my assistant and good friend Susan as I was preparing my seminar and how I would go through all of the material.

“Two are the sons of a women taking the class, both are sixteen,” Susan had explained in a meeting we scheduled to shape the class and make the fine tuning and improvements we had learned as a result of the last time we taught the class together.  “The other two are nephews who are being raised by their maternal aunt, and she plans on fully sissifying both boys,” she continued.   “One is seventeen and the other is sixteen, or will be before class starts, anyway.” 

We had to set a minimum age for the submissive males we owned and trained, especially for the males who would be trained as part of an MVP event, in part, because we were not only potentially liable and had no interest in becoming of interest to local law enforcement because we championed child abuse.  We are also an organization who supports female supremacy and we believe that the best state for most males is to live in submission to a woman who owns them and controls every aspect of their lives.  For years dominant women had to hide their true nature from the word and submissive males often went without the control they needed, and as a support and advocacy group, we have an obligation to our members, and to women everywhere, to provide them with sound, proven information, strategies and tactics on living this lifestyle while remembering that society and the legal system have not caught up with our matriarchal philosophy of living.

Having come to this philosophy, we were then forced in a sense, to make recommendations as to when males should be introduced to female supremacy and male submission and when actual training and conditioning of males should begin.  Arbitrarily, and without much more than a “gut decision” by the MVG directors, we choose the age of sixteen as the age in which a male can begin to be fully trained and undergo sissification if that is the wish of his owner — mostly because that is the age of consent for males in our state, but with a firm belief that an owned, sissified male is better off because of being under the firm control of a woman who owns him.  I am well aware that many women begin sissification at a much earlier age, and some insist all males be raised with the principles of female supremacy in mind from birth.  You will simply have to accept why we chose sixteen years old and why.  As our matriarchal philosophy and lifestyle become more and more popular, of course, these ‘new norms’ for raising sissy bois will need to be addressed in greater detail and hopefully with much further reaching consequences.

“And you are going to absolutely love your male, Rebecca,” Susan said as she smiled mischievously.  “He is the best candidate we have ever found to be your sissy project in years,” she continued.

“Oh, really?” I said, looking up from the list of dominant women and the names of their soon to be sissified males.  “Do tell.”

“He is the ward of Helen Reynolds,” Susan began explaining.  “He is almost seventeen, or will be in a week or two, and still a virgin with a predisposition for being feminized,” she explained.  “When Helen’s sister died last year, she knew he would need sissification and she felt at her age she was not the one to take full advantage of boi’s potential.  And so she decided to make a gift of him to the MVP, for all it has done for her and her family.

“How kind of Helen,” I said honestly.   “She is one of kind, that woman is and has always been!”

“She is something special,” Susan agreed.  “And just wait until you see him, he is such a perfect candidate,” she continued as she opened a file from her briefcase that contained the boi’s information.

“Named Jaime, so a name change is optional, the boi is 5’6” and weighs 165 pounds so he does have some weight to lose but his frame gives him such potential.”

“Oh, I always prefer the name change to further the sissy’s emasculation,” I said absently as I listened.  “When might I expect delivery?” I asked, somewhat more eager than I would have hoped.

“Oh, and this is the best part,” she said, clapping her hands happily she was so excited.  “I have him locked in his carrying-cage in the back of my Suburban right this very instant.”

“Oh Susan, you have made my day,” I said gratefully.  “It’s too hot to keep him locked up in your Suburban,” I added as we both got to our feet and began walking toward the front door.

“I did make him drink four large waters before we left,” she said, by way of an explanation.  “And just to be a little mean I filled his panties with ice cubes and covered him with a plastic training diaper so he can’t get away from the fun,” she said smiling.

“Does he understand what is happening to him?”

“Only in a big-big picture way,” she answered I opened my front door and held it open as she walked outside and down my driveway.  “Helen explained he would be feminized and made the boi wear panties, bra, heels and a lacy apron when learning to clean.”

“Ah, perfect,” I said.  I loved a boi who had only begun to grasp what was about to happen to him and then begin to emasculate and humiliate him to the point he was too weak to resist.  And then, and only then, did I ever make him face his new life directly and take away all hope he would ever live like a “man” or even “like a boy” ever again.

When we got to where Susan had parked I used the code to open one of the two-sets of double garages I had specially built with situations like this one in mind.  As the first door raised automatically, Susan started her SUV and swung it around so she could back it inside the garage and when she was done I plugged in the code once more and the large door shut and locked itself automatically as Susan opened the two back doors and there in a heavy plastic, traveling cage was my new sissy project wearing only the plastic diapers Susan had put on him to keep his cock shriveled and his body temperature down until she could get him inside my home.  She climbed up into the back of the SUV and approached the locked cage door without any hesitation as she enjoyed keeping the submissive bois off-balance and afraid.

“Remember, anything but absolute obedience and compliance with my instructions will mean punishment,” she said as she reached down and used a key from her key ring to unlock the cage as the boi inside eagerly nodded up and down to show he understood.  Susan had no doubt punished him severely since taking over control of him and if nothing else the boi at least demonstrated he was smart enough not to ask for trouble.

Susan reached inside the cage and clipped a leash to the boi’s training collar and tugged once to show him she wanted him to exit the cage which he did tentatively and with that lovely fear in the eyes so many of them have at first.  And ever so slowly my new project crawled out of his cage and eventually down to my garage floor where he remained on his hands and knees, waiting to be told what was wanted of him next.  Laughing, Susan reached down and pulled the plastic panties off him and left them dangling on his ankles as she took the small, pink lace panties the boi had been wearing before he had been iced for his trip and pulled them down as well.

We both could not help from laughing at the boi’s tiny penis and the shame that he showed demonstrated he clearly knew why we were laughing.

“Have you ever seen one so tiny?” Susan laughed, jerking the boi up to onto his knees and then kicking his legs so he understood to open his legs wide while we inspected him.  “It’s pathetic, isn’t it?”

“It is beyond pathetic,” I agreed and watched my words sting my new boi’s remaining pride.  He would endear a great deal of humiliation as a sissified male and how he reacted to being so humiliated would be an indication of how much satisfaction controlling him absolutely would give dominant woman like myself or Susan.

I took his leash from Susan and yanked firmly but not cruelly, although his emotional state probably amplified the strength in my pulling of his leash and as the leash jerked his collar up he understood what was expected and raised his head up to make eye contact with me.

“Better,” I whispered.  “I want your eyes on me bitch and then you are to assume the ‘Waiting Position.’  He looked up at me with such big, blue eyes - the fear easily seen.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.  “I do want to obey, I promise I do, but I don’t know what a ‘Waiting Position’ is or what you want me to do.”

“What a panty waist,” Susan commented as she began to manipulate his body so that he was in something resembling ‘Wait.’

“Your knees are spread open wide and you are to sit back on your feet with your wrists held behind your back,” I explained while Susan put him in the position.  “Your back is straight, your chest out.  Your head is lowered slightly as a sign of respect and your eyes are to remain on the floor, unless, as now, I have told you to give me your eyes and focus on me as you are doing.”

He nodded and tried his best.  You could actually see how eager he was to obey us and avoid being punished again.  Apparently, Susan had punished him until he broke and while I prefer to make a boi crumble as he realizes he has no choices left and I can do as I wish with him, it was effective as I could plainly see.

“You need to understand what is happening to you,” I began.  “What was his boy name, Susan?”

“Jaime,” she answered.

“Alright Jaime,” I said looking directly into his eyes.  “I guess you understand that your aunt has legal custody of you until you are eighteen, and being so generous and wanting you to find a way suited for an effeminate panty waist like you Jaime, your Aunt Helen has given you to me.  You are mine now Jaime.  I own you and you have already learned what happens to disobedient bois.  Isn’t that correct, Jaime?”

He nodded in agreement.  “Yes Ma’am,” he stammered respectfully.

“But I’m sure you have been taught to obey by your Aunt Helen,” I told him.

“Yes Ma’am,” he agreed once more.  “Aunt Helen insisted I serve her and her two daughters when they visited,” he explained.

“And did you like being controlled and allowed to serve the women in your house, Jaime?”

“Um, well yes, but it was always so humiliating, and I was forever afraid someone would see how they made me dress,” he answered truthfully, to his credit.  Susan was about to slap him for not answering that yes he loved being controlled and loved serving the women in his house, but I held up my hand to stop her.  Right now, I wanted honesty from this pretty little boi.  I needed to learn about his submissive nature and his willingness to allow his aunt and her daughters to feminize him and then making him their servant.

“Yes, I’m sure it is humiliating to be seen for the sissy weakling you are, Jaime,” I said harshly.  “Sadly, for you Jaime, humiliation and emasculation will be major themes in your new, sissy maid lifestyle.”

He began to tear-up and cry softly.  “Um, m-m-may I ask you something please?  Please?”

I enjoyed his tears and nodded he was granted permission to ask his question.

“Can you tell me why you are doing this to me?  I don’t understand why this is happening to me,” he sobbed.

I felt sorry for the boi and began to stroke his hair lovingly.  “Oh, baby, your question answers itself and if you were a young man instead of a future sissy, you would know that I am doing this to you because it is both what you need, and something I absolutely love and adore doing to weak, panty waist sissy bois like you, Jaime.

“Let’s face it pansy, you were never going to amount to much of a man.  You are small, thin, and baby I am not trying to be mean but that is one of the smallest penises I have ever seen.  No woman would be satisfied by that tiny thing and so, knowing that, your Aunt recognized early on that your only hope for being in a loving, committed relationship with a woman was to do so as her sissy maid and servant.

“She was actually being kind when she feminized you and made you serve her and her girls,” I explained as I hold his head into me while he quietly cried like the pansy he truly was inside.  “See, look at you, crying like a little girl, Jaime.  This was meant to be, and it is going to happen.  You simply have no choices and are too weak to fight me or even put up much of a struggle.  You know that, deep inside, don’t you Jaime?”

“Y-y-yes Ma’am,” he said as he began all out sobbing.  “I know I am not much of a man, but I am afraid of what you are going to make me do.”

I laughed as did Susan.  “You should be afraid, Jaime.  You are Ms. Rebecca’s now and she can do anything she likes with you and there is nothing you can do to stop her.”

I smiled at Susan.  Sometimes she knew the absolute perfect thing to say.

“Now, it is time to begin your new life, Jaime,” I told him as I let go of his head and jerked his leash once to bring him to attention.  “You will crawl into that life now, Jaime,” I told him as I turned on my heels and headed into the back of the house with my new sissy crawling on his hands and knees behind me.  I jerked the leash hard once before picking up my pace.

“Heel, bitch,” I said smiling as I led the whimpering sissy boi into my home and my world for the first time.