Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: Creating Mona (a true story)
Date: 4 Nov 1995 02:19:11 +0100

			    Creating Mona
				  by
			   Princess Sheeba

	When my personal "sissy-maid", Mara from Vermont, moved to
Houston, I was in no hurry to replace her. Although many others were
applying to fill her vacant position, I decided to take my time. After
all, I could do the cleaning job by myself, I wasn't born with a
personal maid. Besides they weren't there all year around. The most
enjoyable part of having a personal "sissy maid" was my submissive's
friendship to us, as a couple, outside of the scenes. Evenings of
chatting, the girlie makeovers, the laughter and candlelight dinners
spent with them, were the joys of having them over once in a while.

	During the summer of 1992, a fellow named Jerry contacted me.
Since I always took my time screening players that we wanted to play
with, it took a while to meet him in person face to face, after
several long telephone conversations and much correspondence.

	Jerry was young and inexperienced in the scene. But his
respectful, non pushy attitude, impressed me. Although his shy
personality had to be worked on, I found a certain sweet innocence in
him that intrigued me.

	It was early August when we decided to meet over a cup of
coffee at a near by mall. Jerry was more than 6' tall, with an
athletic body. Blond short hair and a captivating pair of shy blue
eyes decorated his face. A 22 year old student, in his jeans and T-
shirt, standing with a pair of running shoes to complete his looks,
was nervous to meet his first Mistress.

	From our previous conversations I had learned his fantasies
revolved around being humiliated and cross dressed as a maid. As we
talked over coffee, I examined the possibilities of his being
transformed into a female. I still was not convinced how ready he was
for such an experience. He had vivid fantasies of being humiliated as
a maid, yet had never cross dressed. He owned no female attire, and
because of his student's budget, I really didn't want him to go
overboard on a spending spree. We ended the meeting with the hope that
one day soon, when he was really ready and I had more time, we would
have a session to see his potential. Meanwhile, we promised each other
to stay in touch.

	I had a "scene" party coming up, and I thought it would be a
great ice breaker for him to be my servant during the event. Although
he promised, he backed off at the last minute. I discovered that he
wasn't as ready as he told me. After many letters of apologies
addressed to me, we decided to meet again at the same mall, to shop,
and to build up his wardrobe with some basic essentials. We purchased
a pair of black stockings, with a matching garter belt and g- string
bikini. I always like to have my submissive's lower cheeks exposed for
my hands and eyes. He was thrilled to go shopping for feminine items
that we both knew silently were for him. I too enjoyed our shopping
and when I returned home that evening, decided to make an unusual
apron for Mona. Yes, his name was chosen. Like all my submissives, a
name that started with the letter "M".

	It was in January of 1993, a cold Canadian winter afternoon,
when I was ready to start Mona's training. I ordered him to come to my
home wearing his female undergarments under his jeans. The door bell
rang at the exact time. Mona was very punctual. This was a plus in my
mind. My husband opened the door and received Mona into the room to
wait for me, and as per my orders, to remove his male garments and
kneel with eyes lowered. Mona later told me that she felt quite
nervous, and the sight of my various "toys" in the room increased her
anxiety.

	I entered the room encased in a leather catsuit and thigh high
boots. My long black curly wig cascaded down my back. Mona was
kneeling down on a big cushion in the middle of the floor, surrounded
by my various toys. I approached her with a severe look, cupped her
face in my hands and looked into her eyes and asked:

	- Are you ready to become my servant? - Yes, Mistress. - A
servant must be appropriately attired, and I made this just for you.
Your own personal apron with beautiful antique lace and black satin.
Look, it even has embroidery stating your status. It says "Property of
Princess Sheeba". Are you really ready to be mine? - Yes, Mistress. -
You call me Princess, slave. - Yes, Princess. - You will look so cute
prancing about your chores wearing your new garters and stockings.
Covered in front by your apron, but keeping your sweet buns exposed
for my delight. (She blushed.)

	While I was putting the apron on her, I felt her heart beat
heavily. Mona was nervous. She had the right to be. After all, this
was her very first experience serving a Mistress. The unknown agenda
was exciting. She knew that if she was going to pass this test, she
would be the envy of many waiting and fantasizing to fill this
position.

	I found the whole scenario so amusing. The screening of my
personal maid for the palace, was going to be a fun scene.

	After her transformation was complete, I took Mona in front of
the mirror. I ordered her to look at herself. The long curly auburn
wig that covered her bare shoulders gave her an angelic look, like the
women in Rembrandt's paintings. The black apron caressed her naked
flat chest, while the g-string exposed her lower cheeks which glowed
under the afternoon sun penetrating through my bedroom window. Her
long legs looked stunning under her sheer black stockings. I think I
was more proud of the look that we achieved for Mona, than she
herself. I am most sure that she found the whole experience very
humiliating. That was the name of the game. Mona got a big kick out of
being humiliated before a lady in command.

	I took her on a tour around the house to show her the
different rooms to be vacuumed. I instructed her that after completing
each room, she had to present her body to me, for me to train her buns
with my instruments. So she did. When the vacuuming was finished, it
was inspection time. I put a leash on her, and took her around the
house like my little pet, while I inspected her work. She wasn't a bad
maid, yet she had much to learn. So Mona received 20 severe lashes,
counting aloud after each.

	I took her back to my study room, ordering her to bend down on
a big cushion. She obeyed with butterflies in her stomach. I pulled
out of my toy bag a pair of surgical gloves, covering them with lots
of gel. It was now time to take Mona's virginity. Slowly but surely,
one finger at a time, I invaded Mona's ass. I could hear her moan as
my fourth finger was worked in. Then, I took out one of my medium
sized dildos, strapped it on myself, and I penetrated her doggy style.
Holding her from her waist, I took her virginity. She moaned in
ecstasy while my husband was busy in the same room doing his paper
work. Mona finally felt the humiliation that for so many years she had
longed for. Her mind was far away at a place that she had only dreamed
of being, yet today she was living it for real. She experienced more
than she expected, in a warm and caring environment.

	After the scene ended, I hugged her while we were both on our
knees and I told her to take a shower and meet us in the living room
for a drink. When he came out of the bathroom Mona was no longer
present, it was Jerry once again. My husband offered Jerry a drink,
and we talked like old friends. We discussed the scene in general,
without any pretensions of Mistress or slave. I was no longer the
stern Mistress, and Jerry was no longer Mona, the young slave girl who
trembled in fear. We were just friends. The three of us discussing the
scene, as one might a movie. I asked Jerry, to let "Mona" describe her
emotions in a letter addressed to me as her Mistress. That day, Jerry
left my house with an inner freedom beyond his imagination.

	Today Mona has become my personal maid. She serves me at my
functions where sometimes she is given away to other Mistresses.
Exposed and shown around in most humiliating manners, while she runs
around accomplishing her maid's chores. Outside of the scene, Jerry is
our friend. He feels more and more comfortable with us, and somewhere
in his life I know that we made a difference. Last Christmas he called
us and came over to wish us all the best for the coming year. His
unexpected gift touched our hearts because we know it was given, not
asked for, nor expected.

	Jerry always felt uneasy about introducing a girlfriend to his
scene. My husband and I, encouraged him in many different ways. We
told him that sharing his fantasies would be a most intimate gift one
can give to a lover, hiding it and not sharing it would be emotional
robbery. Recently, he started dating a nice girl who he is introducing
to his inner fantasies. It might take some time for them to play, yet
she isn't shocked, she is listening to him with a very open mind. Some
of our friends commented that I might lose Mona as my personal maid
because of his newly found love. My response to them is: "I don't
think I will lose her, We'll probably gain another friend, Jerry's new
love."

	Slaves might come and go, but friends stay. One can create
something, but if it is never given the freedom to be shared and
appreciated by others, the art dies without any recognition. I learned
this as an artist throughout my career. To share things without the
fear of loosing them, can become a very fruitful experience. Mona is
only one of them. When I look to her achievements, my heart is filled
with joy. As people say "reach out and touch someone's heart". And my
heart gets touched when I can be that person who can make a difference
in someone's life. The scene has given both my husband and me, a
richness beyond words. I thank my life's best friend, the man whom I
married, who introduced me to the scene, and it's delightful
experiences.

			       (c) 1994
        Translated version being published in La Scene (France)
	       on being published in La Scene (France)