Sissy Misdemeanours

Sissy Misdemeanours

Those of you whom follow my social media activity closely will know that I have a lifestyle slave aptly named Mistress Tess’ Sissy. Sissy P (sometimes known as Paula) has now been with me in service for just over 6 months and has demonstrated a refreshing level of devotion and commitment. Sissy P’s primary role within my home is as a part time live in Sissy French Maid, I insist on the traditional black / white maid attire because I prefer the look. Sleeping arrangements are a large locked cage fit for a dog (consideration made that it is only part time), sometimes in the garden although mostly in the house. I say “primarily” since I do have vacancies for other positions but as you can understand I do not allow strangers into my home. Trust, demonstration of commitment and loyalty and a firm understanding of privacy are all a must. These things are usually established best through a term of getting to know one another; be it sessions, realtime events, etc. Therefore to mention but a little of what P covers – “she” attends with me on my dungeon tours to organise accommodation and clean after my abuse of subs in the facilities I use (particularly if fisting or anal is involved – her favourite!) This includes acting as my driver too. Should I require escorting to a fetish event or even driving to a personal appointment I will call upon Sissy P to chauffeur me. Should I be on a date or social event with a friend P sometimes steps in as my walking wallet.
Then her domestic abilities aren’t limited currently to inside my home, my large garden often needs tending and my small pooch poops like a rabbit so there’s the no glove cleaning up to be done.

So you can imagine with this wide and varied list of tasks my Sissy P covers, the last 6 months has not been without it’s (mostly entertaining) misdemeanours! I’d like to use this blog post to recap just a few of my favourites and any subsequent punishment that followed.

One of my favourites has to be on my post Easter trip to Manchester. I had a social event to attend on the Friday and sessions on the Sunday so I made a complete weekend of it. On the Saturday daytime I took Sissy P shopping in Selfridges (one of my favourite places in the world). Of course I took her “en femme” and when it started to rain crossing the packed main square me being a skilled woman of many years heels experience was able to run for the shop entrance leaving my bow legged Sissy slave creeping at snail pace and subsequently slipping resulting in a broken heel – to which I caught on film.
That very evening I had her find a fine establishment where I would be meeting a friend for dinner. Once she escorted me in and ensured my guest was present I had her stand on the pavement by the street lamp and under the archway aptly engraved “fish market.” About an hour later upon checking from the upper window to ensure she’d had maintained her position she was no where to be seen so I checked my phone to find a text explaining she was having to have a discussion with security staff and police as she’d been reported as a suspected terrorist! Personally I should of left instructions for a mute service. I think the addition of “sissy in the prison cell” would of added something extra to the amusement of the situation.

In Walsall back in March, after a full day of sessions at the wonderful premises The Facility, I left Sissy P cleaning the dungeon after a heavy fisting session to meet a kinky friend for dinner. I took a lift to the local retail centre to meet at Chiquitos. I had instructed P to remain in the full french maid attire and come to wait in the carpark on the retail park once cleaning was complete. After an hour and a lovely meal I decided my Sissy should cover the cost. I text her to come into the restaurant and advised we’ll wait by the front desk with the bill. 15 minutes passed and still no sign of my 6ft 3″ heeled french maid so I text again growing impatient (as ever), to which I received the following:
“I thought you were eating in Bella Italia Mistress, I’ll come right over now.”
Soon clacking into the restaurant was Sissy P looking a little ruffled. It transpires that when entering Bella Italia and me not waiting by the desk she spoke to the hostess who promptly took her for a walk round each table to find me! Sissy on Display! P said the range of interested looks, confused faces and expressions of sheer horror was an experience. Well it’s not every day you see a fully grown 17 stone 6ft 3″ man dressed as a traditional french maid come waltzing past your dinner table in a restaurant searching your faces for his Mistress!
I was doubled up with laughter. Then, to complete her humiliation, when she paid the bill the hostess replied “Thank You Sir” – amazing! Maybe the wig and bright pink lipstick wasn’t convincing enough.
Obviously the cause of why I was being made to wait was irrelevant, I still had to wait which lead to a subsequent caning.

There’s been the pig ignorant group in DYMK gay bar whom accused me of abusing the mental state of a vulnerable adult seeing me having a pink collared maid in tow! I Think it really added something making Sissy P hold a dog chew in her mouth for a long period of time.

The drive home from Windsor after a fetish event with a gearbox that was stuck in second gear! The arduous and long journey lead to, you guessed it, my cane.

Other smaller memorable moments were our first trip to Slimming World to a packed class of 34 aghast but silent ladies. Forgetting to take off her slut red nail polish before going to visit her 85 year old mother – having to try and convince her it was an April Fools joke.
Sending P to collect my repaired item from the Apple store with my driving license taking her bright pink Ted Baker purse which was a present from me but not taking any of her own cards or ID so when presenting a pink purse and my ID to then be accused of stealing a ladies purse and posing as a fraud to get my item.

Never a dull moment with a sissy around!

Mistress Tess x