Serving the Sisterhood : A Life of Obedience & Devotion

by: Dale Milk
December 2001

 

Part One

The memories flooded back as I sat there in the big hall, watching the new graduates being initiated into their life of service. I recognised all the emotions that they must be feeling as they stepped up onto the stage in front of the gathered assembly of academy staff, and dignitaries, as well as the other novices. I too had been through this ceremony all those years ago. For me it was the beginning of a life rich in experiences, a life which had provided me with a way out from a humdrum existence as one of the masses. Little had changed over that time ; the ceremony remained much as I too had undergone.

As a teenager, going nowhere fast, destined for a life of little opportunity, I had been selected to serve the Sisterhood. I had had no say in the matter, nor indeed had my mother. I never knew who my father was or where he might be, nor did I particularly care. I was called into the headmistress’s study at school one day and told, quite bluntly, that I had been chosen for the honour of devoting my life to serving the Sisterhood. It was as simple as that. I had been chosen as the sort of candidate that they were looking for to train as a future slave. I knew little about what would happen to me, apart from some of the more wild and outlandish rumours that circulated about other "pretty" boys, as they were labelled by some, who had disappeared, never to be seen again. It was made clear to me that from this point on I would have no further contact with any of my family. My mother knew and approved of my new life, and although she was not present that day, had apparently wished me well. She would benefit from the payment of the dowry from the Sisterhood should I complete my training as a slave and graduate. I have never seen her again to this day. She may not even be alive for all I know.

The path before was therefore clearly laid out, as long as I was capable of passing the tests ahead of me during my initial three year training period as a "novice". The training was regulated and strict, and carried out at special academies, located around the country. I was now to be packed off to one of these institutions, which would be my home for the next three years, until the age of sixteen. Without further delay I was then escorted from the headmistress’ study by an unfamiliar lady, dressed in a blue jacket, white blouse, blue skirt and blue shoes. From the royal blue colour of her suit I knew instantly that she was an officer of the Sisterhood. She was presumably to take me off to the academy for my new life to commence.

I did not know where I was going. The drive took somewhere between two and three hours, taking me to a part of the country that I had never visited before. There was silence throughout. I was not expected to speak, so I sat patiently in the rear of the car, thinking ahead to what fate might await me. Would some of those rumours really be true I wondered ?

The academy was centred around a big old country house, set in its own grounds off a fairly busy tree lined country road. I was nervous as the car passed through the gates into the grounds and up the drive to the front of the house.

I climbed out of the car and followed my escort inside. We were greeted inside by another similarly suited lady. She spoke firmly, "Hello, you must be one of our new recruits. I am Miss Ross. I will be your Dormitory Mistress for Year One. Please follow me."

Obediently I followed Miss Ross down the corridor. I was led into a large reception room, where two further blue suited ladies were already waiting. Miss Ross spoke again, in her firm manner, "Please take off all your clothes and then shower over there." She pointed to an annexe room to the side. "When you are done, dry yourself and put on the clothes on the chair. Please be as quick as you can. We have several more new recruits to see today."

Again I did as I was told, as quickly as possible. I think I was still in a daze. I dressed in the undergarments, sweatshirt and jogging trousers provided and then returned to the main room. "Good," said Miss Ross. "Miss Fleming will now take you to your room to meet your room mate. We hope that you enjoy your stay here at the academy."

Miss Fleming ushered me out into the corridor again and off to my room. There was much activity in the hallway as other recruits seemed to be arriving, also being accompanied by more ladies in blue suits.

My room was on the second floor of the main building. Miss Fleming opened the door of room 34 to reveal an immaculate room with two beds side by side. Sitting on the bed to the left was another young boy who I assumed was my age and was another of the new recruits. "David, meet your room mate Daniel", said Miss Fleming.

I slept well that first night and awoke early the next day. It seemed strange to wake up in an unfamiliar bed. I wondered again what would happen to us today. David and I showered as instructed and ate the breakfast that was brought to our room. We were then taken down to the Principal’s office to meet Principal Edwards for the first time. David and I were taken in together and made to kneel in front of the large desk. Principal Edwards was looking out of the window but she turned to face us. "Good morning boys" she said.

"Good morning Madam Principal," we replied, as Miss Fleming had instructed.

"From now on you will always address me as Madam Principal. Whenever I enter a room you will sink immediately to your knees and welcome me in that manner. Do you understand ?"

"Yes, Madam Principal. We understand."

"Good. I am glad that you do. You may have been wondering why you are here and what is going to happen to you. If so please let me reassure you. You are extremely lucky to have been chosen as being suitable for training to serve the Sisterhood. This will be a lifetime commitment. It is a commitment that you cannot take lightly. That is why you are here at the Academy. This will be your home for the next three years during your training. When you emerge from here you will be fit to serve the Sisterhood in every way."

She paused and turned again to gaze from the window. She continued, "You may have heard some nasty rumours about some of the things that a life of service entails. Please put those right out of your minds. You must not listen to the liars, who do not like the ways of our society. Yours will now be an honourable life, a life with purpose. You are the fortunate ones. Hand picked to serve the Sisterhood. If you work hard during your time here you will graduate with a qualification behind you and a role for yourself."

She turned to face us again. "You must work hard while you are here. You must obey any command given to you, immediately. You will obey all the rules, and there are lots of them to learn. But in return you will graduate at the end of the training with a new life to look forward to. You must put all aspects of the past behind you and look ahead to your future. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Madam Principal," we replied from our kneeling position.

"Good. I think you two will go far in your new life. Miss Fleming please take them away to the salon."

"Yes Madam Principal" responded Miss Fleming.

There were four haircutting stations, four wash basins and four driers in the salon. Hung up behind the reception desk was a selection of brightly coloured nylon, plastic and PVC capes and stylists aprons. The décor was clean, fresh and feminine, a mixture of pink walls, silver grey furniture with pink seating and white woodwork. "Good morning Miss Fleming and who do we have here ?" asked the lady behind the desk.

"This is David and this is Daniel. Two more new recruits."

"Good," said the lady, who was dressed in a white hairdressing overall, with blue trim. I noticed the blue S shaped crest of the Sisterhood embroidered into the breast pocket. Poking out of the pocket was a comb, a pair of scissors and a variety of clips and hair grips.

"I am Miss Rice and I am in the charge of the salon. You will spend the next couple of hours with us here as we begin the process of transformation. Please do not worry. We will not hurt you. Just sit back and enjoy your little spell with us. Ok ?"

There were already two other new recruits in the salon, sitting quietly under two of the drier hoods, reading magazines. David and I were shown through into the salon.

Miss Rice introduced us to her two assistants, Miss Cameron and Miss Barnes.

Both were carrying long, pink and white striped nylon gowns with long sleeves and elasticated wrists. Miss Cameron was looking after David whilst I was placed in the care of Miss Barnes.

"If you’d like to put you arms out Daniel, I’ll get you gowned up," said Miss Barnes, as she stood and shook the cape vigorously in order to remove any excess hair from previous clients.

I lifted my arms and Miss Barnes slid them into the gown. It was exceptionally long covering my body to just above my ankles. She then pulled the cape up around my neck and secured it tightly with the collar buttons at the rear.

As I sat down Miss Barnes pushed my head forward slightly and ran her fingers, tips first, slowly up the back of my head from the nape to the crown to get a feel of the existing length.

"You have a lovely head of hair", she said, "it's so thick and full of life. The perm should take nicely."

I nodded rather apprehensively, not really knowing what she meant.

Miss Barnes then fetched another cape from the hangers. This was an extremely large pink PVC cape, which she draped over the front of me and fastened tightly at the back of my neck with the velcro strip. The cape covered not only me but the whole of the chair. There was no going back now.

"Would you mind just popping your head back slightly dear," requested Miss Barnes.

"Are you comfortable ?" she enquired.

"Yes thanks" I replied still more than a little concerned at what sort of perm Miss Barnes had in mind for me.

Once the shampooing was complete Miss Barnes reached into the top pocket of her overall and brought out a metal comb. With this she began to comb my hair back in quick, firm motions, making my head tilt back on each stroke. She then removed the outer cape.

For the next couple of hours I sat back while the two ladies worked their magic. It was all a rather strange experience for me. I had never been in such a situation before although I could remember a couple of occasions long ago when my mother had had the mobile hairdresser in the village come round for her regular perm. "Would I end up looking like my mum did with her hair curled ?" I wondered.

Once the shampooing was complete I was moved back over to one of the hairdressing stations in front of the mirror. Miss Barnes then began her work trimming my hair. I sat rigidly still and quiet, fearful of how I would look once she was finished. I dare not move now. Part of me wanted to get up and say "Sorry I can’t go through with this." But it was like I was mesmerized. The neat clippings of hair fell down the front of the nylon gown and slid into my lap. Perversely I was actually starting to enjoy the experience.

The strangest part was when Miss Barnes started to roll my hair onto the pink and yellow perm curlers. It felt quite tight to start with but once again I sat patiently watching the expert at her work, firstly working her way through the centre of my head before turning her attention to first the right and then the left side of my head. It was not long before my whole head was covered in prickly curlers and end papers. I quickly snatched a glance over to the chair on my right to see David undergoing exactly the same treatment. What a sight ! Two thirteen year old boys gowned up with a full set of perm curlers in their hair !

A ring of cotton wool was tucked in around the edges of the curlers to hold the lotion in. Then the lotion was squeezed all over, into all the gaps until the little bottle was empty. Miss Barnes then reached for a pink plastic cap, which she placed carefully over my head full of curlers. "There," she said, "the price all young ladies have to pay to look beautiful. I hope the curlers are not too tight. We’ll leave that on for twenty minutes or so to cook. Would you like a coffee ?"

I sat back in the chair for the next twenty minutes, with my coffee and a copy of the Sisterhood magazine, oblivious to the world outside, forgetting that my next steps outside the salon would see me with a head of curls.

I must have been in some sort of dream like state, awakened by the shrill ringing of the tiny alarm to indicate that my twenty minutes were up. Miss Barnes returned to lift the pink cap and test a couple of the curls. "Five minutes more," she said, replacing the cap, before disappearing again.

The alarm quickly sounded again. Miss Barnes returned and asked "Would you like to come over to the basin please ?"

"You’d better let me put this shampoo cape around you again," she said, robing me again in the pink PVC cape. "We don’t want to get you all wet !"

I eased myself back into the chair with my neck nestling over the sink. Miss Barnes began to run the water, checking to see that it was not too hot for my scalp. "Let’s give it a good rinse," she said, "to get rid of all the perm lotion."

Once more I sat back calmly as the water rinsed the lotion from the curlers. Once she had completed this task she cradled my head in the towel, which had been draped around my shoulders, and patted my hair dry in a very thorough manner. I must confess that I was beginning to enjoy all this attention and was quite looking forward to seeing the end result.

Then Miss Barnes began the task of removing all the curlers from my hair. Miss Rice reappeared at this point. With the two ladies flanking either side of the basin, they quickly unwound the curlers and papers leaving my hair in a collection of strange squiggly strands.

"Now this bit will be a bit cold," said Miss Barnes, as she dabbed a sponge of cold liquid all over my freshly curled head. "We’ll leave that on for five minutes or so and then we’ll be done."

It was soon time for the final rinsing. Miss Barnes once again checked that the water was not too hot before spraying away the lotion. Then she dried me off again, before removing the pink outer cape. "Would you like to come back to the styling chair please? I’ll hand you over to Miss Rice to complete the transformation."

I sat back in the chair and looked at myself in the mirror. Once again I felt nervous. What would Miss Rice do ?

"Right then Daniel. How does it feel ? Now you know what women have to go through. I must say I think it really suits you. Let me dry it off and style it up for you. Not long now and your ordeal will be over. I think David and you have both been very good."

Miss Rice set to work, with her drier in hand, shaping my wavy new look. I felt that there was lots of body in my hair. Fortunately the curls were not too tight. However I was still a little apprehensive. Was it not still a bit too effeminate looking ?

There was more to come. The transformation was not yet complete. David and I had both now received our first real introduction to the world of the Sisterhood. We now exhibited our first sign to the outside world that we were part of the machinery serving the Sisterhood. All new recruits, or novices as we were now to be called, had to undergo this special treatment, as part of the "moulding" process. We were being prepared for a life of service and obedience. It was important that at this early stage of our training that we all looked and felt the same. We therefore all had to undergo the regulation permanent wave as the first visible commitment of our new life.

We were then taken to an adjoining room. David was ushered into one of the changing cubicles, while I was guided into the other. We had been ordered to change out of our tracksuits and to change into the clothes provided in the cubicle. This was stage two of the transformation. I looked down at the neatly folded pile of clothes that I was expected to wear. I picked up the items and examined them more closely. I had never seen anything like them before.

"Hurry up please. We haven’t got all day," called Miss Fleming. "Get dressed as quick as you can. You do not want to keep Miss Ross waiting."

I stripped off all my clothes. I reached first for the white panties. They were made of a soft silky material quite unlike my normal underpants. They felt smooth as I pulled them up my legs to cover my genitals.

Then I picked up the dress. It was a short sleeved pink polyester cotton overall style dress, with a button up front. Closer inspection revealed it was actually thin pink and white candy stripes as I stepped into it. As I buttoned myself I could see the white piping around the collars and sleeves. I had never worn a dress before so I was a bit slow finding the right holes for each of the white buttons. It was a functional garment rather than anything particularly feminine but it was the first year uniform that must be worn at all times, except at night or during PE. It was a perfect fit, the hem just falling above the knee. First years wore pink dresses. In the second year we would change to lilac dresses, and in our third and final year we would be recognisable by our light blue uniform.

The outfit was completed with a pair of white, low heeled court shoes. Again I had no experience of wearing shoes like these. It was a strange sensation as I had spent most of my time previously in trainers. I was thus dressed as a first novice. Already I felt somehow different than I had a couple of hours ago. The clothes were already having an effect on me.

Miss Fleming took David and I back to the salon for the third stage of our transformation. Another two novices had already taken their place at the basins to commence their makeover. I was sat down in front of one of the mirrors while Miss Rice applied my make up. Nothing too dramatic at this stage, just a little foundation, a pinkish lipstick, a hint of light blue eyeshadow and a touch of mascara. I watched intensely as my face was transformed and the final touches were applied to my new hairstyle. Miss Rice was very thorough as she liked all her charges to look their very best on this special occasion. She took great pride in preparing all the new recruits for the next stage.

David and I were then marched off to see the Dormitory Mistress, Miss Ross. We were made to kneel in front of her desk, side by side. We then had to swear the Oath of Induction by reading from a special card. Nervously I was first to swear my oath.

"I, Daniel James Masters, do hereby solemnly swear this Oath of Induction, in front of Dormitory Mistress Ross. I declare that henceforth I will be known as Polly, Sisterhood Novice F031062. I hereby renounce all aspects of my former life and swear that henceforth I pledge my complete obedience to the organisation and membership of the Sisterhood."

I then knelt forward, as instructed on the card, and kissed the carpet three times.

David then swore his Oath too. He was now renamed as Jane, F141162.

We were both then required to sign a copy of our Oath, which would be held on our file at the Academy until our graduation. Miss Ross then said a few words to welcome us to our new "adventure", as she described it, before requesting Miss Fleming to return us to our room.

Back in our shared room we noticed that a large suitcase had been placed on each of the two beds. We looked in the cases with a sense of eager anticipation. Neither of us had been able to say too much. I think that we were both still in a state of shock, unable to take in the magnitude of what we had happened to us so far. We rummaged through the items in the cases and started to hang the variety of items in the two small wardrobes.

There were another two pink dresses, one with short sleeves, and one with long sleeves, and a transparent PVC mac, again pink for first year novices. I tried my mac on before I hung it up. When worn over the pink dress one could still clearly see the dress underneath. We soon learned that it was important that when we went outside the Academy that we were seen to be novices. We were also required to wear a silky headscarf to match the colour of our year when we ventured out. It was very strange for a boy of 13, who had never worn a girly colour like pink, to be standing in front of another similarly aged boy, wearing a pink dress, a clear pink PVC mac, and a pink headscarf.

It was all part of the reconditioning process. "We like our young ladies to look like young ladies at all times," was one of the Principal’s favourite sayings.

I soon got used to wearing my new clothes. They felt good, particularly once I got used to the shoes and having to walk differently. The cut of the clothes made me feel more vulnerable about my body. I had to learn not to expose my knickers by keeping my legs together. I soon got used to the make-up too, although it did take longer to get ready in the morning, having to do my hair and my face, being careful not to overdo the lipstick in particular. I wanted to succeed, and was determined to please my new mistresses.

I carried on looking in the case. I found a selection of white silky undergarments and half a dozen packets of white tights. There was also a white sports dress, white sports underwear and a pair of white plimsolls, quite unlike any PE kit I had ever previously owned. There was also another pair of white court shoes, plus a pair of white sandals. I packed my new possessions neatly away into the wardrobe and the small bedside cabinet. Finally I put the pink rubber gloves and the white PVC apron into the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, and left the pink make up bag on the top of the cabinet beside the bedside light. All trace of any male attire had been removed. From now on femininity was to be emphasised as the course ahead for all the new novices.

We underwent a two week induction period, away from the other novices. We attended separate classes and had separate meal times. Of the 24 recruits who had come to the academy, 23 survived the induction. Only Martin (Gabrielle) dropped out. He could not adjust to life at the academy and continually whined for his mother. It was apparent by the end of the first week that he was not the sort that the Sisterhood wanted to train as a novice so he was sent home so as not to distract the other trainees.

I remembered one early lesson during this induction period. Miss Thomas asked us to look in a dictionary to find the true definition of the words "slave" and "servant". A slave was a person held legally in bondage to another, who performed compulsory work for another. A servant was one who served or obeyed orders, who waited on, or attended to satisfy the needs of another. That explained Miss Thomas was our new role in life. Those two definitions summed up the basis of our training. We had agreed to give over our lives to the service of the Sisterhood. At the same time she also made us look up the word "sisterhood". The dictionary defined it as a society of women united in one faith or order. Our mission was to serve that order.

Once the induction period was complete and we had learned much more about what the Sisterhood stood for and how we would contribute to its future development and strength, we were able to join in the normal life of the Academy. We were taken to our new dormitory. 23 of us commencing our 3 year novitiate.

Our training was structured and planned. A disciplined daily routine was an important part of life at the academy. This was combined with a strong work ethic. There was little time for rest and play, and even when we were able to play this was structured too towards more feminine recreational activities.

We were woken at 6.00 am each day, except Sunday when we had the luxury of another hour in bed. Breakfast was between 7.30 and 8.00, which gave us one and a half hours to get ready, dressing, putting on our make up & washing or tidying our hair. After breakfast there were four hours of lessons up to midday.

At midday we were called to the Main Hall for daily worship to give thanks to the Sisterhood. The Principal, or one of the other staff, would speak, we would sing our praises to the Sisterhood, and then we would all kneel for ten minutes of silent worship. Lunch was 12.30. We were allowed an hour before we resumed afternoon lessons, which continued until 5.30.

Tea was served at 5.30. Again we were allowed an hour to eat and socialise. We were then required to return to our dormitory by 6.30. The evening was supposed to be spent on additional study if required or tidying the dormitory. At 9.00 we were allowed to get ready for bed, before lights out at 10.00.

On Saturday we only had morning lessons. We had the afternoons free. In the evenings we were sometimes allowed treats like visits to the cinema or the theatre.

On Sundays we did not have to get up until 7.00 am and we only had two hours of lessons between 10.00 and midday. Again we were free on Sunday afternoons, when we could take a walk in the grounds or go out on a trip in the minibus. Sunday evenings were also free to relax and talk about "sissy" things.

The classroom lessons were a mixture of theory and practice. While we studied the history and origins of the Sisterhood, we also learned about hair care, make up, social etiquette, embroidery, dress making, housework, washing, and serving at table. We also had dance lessons and were allowed to put on our sports dresses for badminton, tennis, rounders, and netball.

We were given our daily medication at lunchtime. This comprised three tablets, one red, one white and one blue. These helped to control the body development of the novices, as well as hair growth. We were also given cream to stop facial hair growth. Periodically we were called to the salon for the waxing of our legs.

This was our daily ritual. Throughout our time at the academy we were required to exhibit humble obedience and to be of pristine appearance at all times. A detailed personal history was maintained for all novices for future employers. We were considered to be a valuable commodity for household and personal duties. We were educated for companion and escort duties too. We were taught that the eyes of the novice should always remain downcast when in the presence of the Principal or any other member of the Sisterhood. We were required to curtsey, and move gracefully, and only speak when spoken to.

Above all we were encouraged to show our newly acquired femininity. We were expected to show exemplary personal hygiene, nails, face, hair, were all expected to be immaculate at all times of the day. There was no excuse for sloppiness or any trace of remaining masculinity. We were trained in taking care of house and home, taking care of the mistress, and looking after all her needs. Finally, there was to be no more standing at a urinal to relieve oneself, from now on one had to sit down on the toilet at every visit.

There were certain rituals to life at the academy. One of these was the "Adoration Vigil". This was a 24 hour, 365 day vigil maintained in the "Adoration Chamber". It required that one novice be present at all times in the chamber with the statue of Madame de Silk. It was seen as a symbolic sign of both ardent devotion to and protection of all the values represented by the Sisterhood and its founder. Novices were placed on a rota and could be called at any time of the day or night, without any prior warning, to take their turn at the feet of the statue. We also acted to guard and protect the statue, and to fend off any evil spirits of non believers who might attempt to infiltrate the academy.

We were collected from whatever we were doing, be it in class, on free time or in bed, and taken by one of the Adoration attendants to one of the two changing annexes on either side of the chamber. We had to strip naked, and climb into the full length white satin Adoration Gown. We were then helped into the white satin Adoration Hood, which was then laced up at the back. One then waited for the lift style doors to open, before entering the chamber.

The room was already occupied by the novice who was just finishing her period of adoration. The new entrant had to kiss the previous occupant once on each cheek, and then replace her. Both novices were wearing the Adoration Hoods, so we had no idea who the other novice might be.

For the Act of Adoration itself the novice had to curtsey and then kneel at the feet of the statue, with one’s head lowered as a mark of respect. Once in the kneeling position the novice had to softly chant "I love you, I worship you, I adore you," and then bend forwards with arms clasped behind one’s back and kiss the two feet of the blue marble statue. One always kissed Madame’s right foot first, then her left. One then returned to the keeling position before repeating the chant and then once again bending forwards to kiss the feet. This was then repeated again. Each group of three chants and kisses represented one act of adoration. The Adoration Vigil required three acts, that is 9 movements, 9 sets of chants and 18 kisses. Once delivered the novice was then required to step back, curtsey again, before kneeling once more this time to lie at the feet of the statue, with arms outstretched in a T shape. One had to remain in this position of worship until a voice commanded the novice to rise.

This was the prompt for a further act of adoration before it was time to be replaced by the next novice. As the door on the side of the chamber opened, the new entrant came in and greeted the occupant with the customary kiss to each cheek. This was the cue for the handover. Thus there was always one novice present in the chamber. As one returned to the changing room, the new occupant would begin the new act of adoration.

We were all given a copy of "The Sissification of the Submissive Male". This was our training manual for the 3 years of the course, our bible, based on the teachings of the founder of the modern Sisterhood, Madame Veronique de Silk.

Madame de Silk’s philosophy was based on the superiority of the female sex, and the need to train a submissive pool of servants who would serve the new female dominated society. This pool of servants was to be built around the concept of the male maid, a dedicated group of menial slaves, who were respectful, meek and above all obedient. Picked at an early age, these servants would be trained first as novices and would then graduate as sisters or "sissified slaves".

Madame de Silk had noted that a number of changes had taken place both in education and in the social order, which had led to a change in the position of the male in modern society. She had identified what she called a "genderquake", whereby the balance was shifting so that the main breadwinner in many families was now the woman rather than the man. Many low paid menial jobs, which had once been the preserve of women were increasingly being taken on by domesticised men.

Many girls were increasingly outstripping the boys in scholastic achievement. Social studies revealed that "swotting" was considered to be girlish by many adolescent boys. The failure of so many adolescent boys to study at school was resulting in a higher percentage of boys leaving school with no academic qualifications at all.

Madame de Silk also identified that for a number of years women had been swelling the ranks of middle management and were also breaking through into higher management in increasingly large numbers. The age of the high flying female executive had arrived and this she felt would inevitably mean changes in the balance of sexual power.

Madame de Silk advocated a new role for some men. This was a role of service, serving the ranks of what she called the "Sisterhood". She believed that a new class of society could be recruited to perform this role. She felt that not all men were dominated by an aggressive, macho, and arrogant personality. Many men had a gentle, passive, and submissive side to their nature, which she believed could be harnessed.

She was convinced that all humans have female as well as male characteristics and that there would be a large number of males who could be trained to live out the feminine side of their nature. They would be encouraged to do this whilst dressed in what were generally regarded as women's clothes. Dressed as a female they would be able to give full rein to their feminine side.

Once trained, these males would be contracted to a Mistress who would control their lives and set them to work as domestic maids in their households. Madame de Silk argued that there was no reason why males could not be trained to scrub

floors, dust and polish, wash and iron clothes, and perform other household tasks, whilst the females could continue their careers. The problem had always been that men felt that such work was "women’s work" and was degrading for men. This new class of "sissified slave" would be trained to see it as a privilege and an honour to serve the superior sex. They would be trained to a high standard of domestic service and they would do exactly what they were told, when they were told and in the precise manner in which they were told. They would be trained never to question their Mistress in whatever she asked of them.

The popularity of Madame de Silk’s ideas spread quickly throughout Europe, especially with the publication of her book "The Revolution of Supremacy", which forecast the transfer of power to the feminine sex, and her many appearances on television chat shows in a number of different countries. The election of her supporters first to the French National Assembly was followed by similar electoral success elsewhere, and led to the formation of the "International Sisterhood". She herself became the first "Supreme Sister". Her ideas grew in popularity in Britain too and manifested themselves in the creation of Regional Councils and a National Sisterhood Council, advocating the supremacy of the female sex over the traditional male stereotype. It was not long before the corridors of power were dominated by the click of the female high heel.

Her philosophy was taken on by her daughter, Sandrine de Silk, who created the first "Academy for the Sissification of the Submissive Male". There were now several such academies across Europe, devoted to the doctrines of the Sisterhood. The success of these academies had seen Sandrine take over as the head of the "Supreme Sisterhood" from her mother.

As novices we were taught to feel proud to serve the Sisterhood. We had to wear our academy uniform at all times. The coloured headscarf had to be worn for all ceremonies such as the midday assembly or evening functions, and for the rare occasions when we were allowed outside the grounds of the academy. It was also compulsory to wear our coloured mac on any outings. I remember our first trip into the outer world, a month or so after we arrived at the academy. Six of the new intake were taken into town on a shopping trip for toiletries. We were briefed by Miss Ross before we left and told in no uncertain terms that we must be on our very best behaviour. We had to dress in our pink uniform, pink headscarf and pink mac. As I stood in front of the mirror whilst I got ready I thought about how this would be the first time that I had dressed as a novice in public. I felt nervous but also strangely proud. I had adapted well to what some might seem a bizarre experience over the last month. I looked at myself in my new uniform covered by the transparent light pink mac. One could clearly see the pink and white dress through the mac. There was no mistaking me for anything else but a first year novice, a servant of the Sisterhood, especially once my outfit was topped off by the regulation pink headscarf, knotted carefully at the nape of my neck. Despite this I was actually looking forward to the trip. I think that I was looking forward to showing off my new status.

In the town we had to endure some sly, nasty calls of "pretty boy", "sissy", and "nancy". We had been warned what to expect. We were not allowed to react in anyway. Our training had been designed to prepare us for comments less than favourable shall we say. I did not care, I was proud now to serve my new mistresses. After all I was now a "sissy", as novices were widely known to those not part of the Sisterhood.

I recall one experience during that first year with mixed feelings. I was out one afternoon with my friend Juliet, when we were ambushed by a group of three young lads, and pushed into a muddy flower bed. The following day Juliet and I had to accompany Miss Ross to the school to point out the boys. They were called into the headmistress’ office and once we had identified them, Miss Ross demanded that she be able to nominate a suitable punishment for the boys. Miss Ross requested that the boys be made to wear a dress for a day in front of their school mates. She stipulated that their hair should be tied in pink ribbons and that they should have to wear dainty white shoes. Infact she had brought the items she had in mind with her and she ordered that the boys get themselves dressed there and then, in front of her and us. I have never seen anyone look so humiliated as those three boys.

However Juliet and I knew that we were not excused our punishment too. We had left the grounds of the academy without permission. The following day we were called in front of Miss Ross. She was extremely unhappy with our behaviour and made us confess our guilt. We were "sentenced" to 72 hours in "isolation", to begin with immediate effect. Miss Daniels was instructed to fetch two isolation hoods from the cupboard. This was a specially designed thick white plastic hood, with holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. Miss Ross made me step forward and then kneel in front of her. She placed the hood around my head, and pulled tightly, lacing it at the rear. Juliet and I had to wear our hoods for the next three days. The hood was only to be removed at bedtime. During this time we had to eat liquidised food only, through the mouth hole in the hood, and sleep in individual, cell like rooms in the big house, under constant guard.

We had to spend the three days on "domestics", mainly toilet cleaning. We were awoken at the normal time, hooded and given a liquid breakfast in our cell. The morning was spent cleaning all sorts of toilets in the various parts of the academy. At midday we were taken to the hall for daily assembly. However instead of joining the other novices, as part of our shaming we had to kneel on the stage in the full gaze of the assembled academy throughout the ceremony. Before the ten minute period of worship began our names were read out along with details of our misdemeanour. We were then called forward to pay our adorations at the feet of the Principal, before returning to the kneeling position at the front of the stage.

At lunchtime we joined the other novices in the dining hall. However our liquidised lunch had to be taken at a separate table at the far end of the hall away from all the other novices. No one was allowed to talk to us, and we were not allowed to talk to each other. Then it was back to toilet duties, cleaning the very same toilets that had been done that morning. Tea was taken in our cells, before we were embarked on more cleaning duties. There was no respite. We were split up to increase our sense of isolation, and accompanied by one guard at all times. The restrictive hood had to be worn throughout to make us concentrate on our work and to highlight us as being punished for a significant wrongdoing. It was a great relief when the guard removed the hood each night just before lights out at ten, but it did not seem long before it was six o’clock in the morning and the guard was lacing you into the hood again for another day of toil. We were not permitted any contact either with each other or with any of the other novices during the three days of punishment.

I did not ever want to receive another spell in isolation. The worst bit for me was the shaming at the midday assembly in front of the whole academy. The whole experience was most humiliating. The hood made one sweat profusely whilst one worked. One could feel beads of perspiration running down inside the hood, down one’s neck. Within an hour of starting work on each day of the punishment one wished that one could rip off the hood but there was no escape. The guards seemed to take great delight in lacing one in as tight as they could. The work was hard and laborious. The protective apron and gloves that one also had to wear further contributed to the uncomfortable nature of the punishment. Mealtimes were also uncomfortable. One could feel the liquidised food dribble down one’s mouth inside the hood. Three days was more than enough for me. The punishment for a second offence was a week’s isolation. I made sure that I behaved from that point on. I was determined to be a model novice.

Of the intake of 24 who started the course, 22 were to eventually graduate. Martin (Gabrielle) dropped out during the induction period. He was sent home to readjust to a "normal" life. He was not suitable for service and suffered terribly from being homesick. Another, Melanie, left at the end of the first year, and was never seen again. We never did find out what happened to Melanie. She had a difficult time adapting to life as a novice and did not measure up to the expectations of the academy. I remember that she spent at least three sessions in the isolation hood adding up to something like nearly 20 days in all.

Graduation day was the highlight of the academy year. We had to go through several hours of rehearsals. Lots of detailed planning went in to making graduation day a very special day in all of our lives. It was also a showcase for the academy, with local dignitaries from the Sisterhood invited, so Principal Edwards took a personal interest in making sure that everything went according to plan.

It was certainly a day to remember. Based on the marriage theme, we were wedding ourselves to the Sisterhood, to the principle of service. We were pledging our lives to the service of the Sisterhood. It was a day whereby novices graduated as sisters before beginning the life of bondage.

The morning was spent preparing the novices for the ceremony. Great care was taken in the salon styling each novice’s hair. Miss Rice was in charge, supervising the work of her team, fussing over every little detail. Make up too had to be just right. We were made to feel really special for this big occasion.

A great deal of our own effort went into making the day a success. Novices were responsible for making their own dresses for the ceremony. Miss Taylor, who taught us dressmaking and needlework, chose the design to be used for each year’s graduation. Each year the design was slightly different. However once chosen, all novices were required to make a dress to match that design. We were all expected to look the same as we floated up the aisle. I will always remember the design for our particular ceremony. We all worked hard to make the beautiful pure white, full skirted satin dresses, with fitted bodice and long slender, slinky sleeves.

We were all very nervous as we dressed in our full-length wedding gowns. We all wore identical simple shoulder length veils with scalloped edging, white satin, medium heeled court shoes and white lace gloves. Several photographs were taken to commemorate the occasion, both individual photos and group ones too. Those photos remain amongst my most treasured possessions.

The ceremony itself began at 2 pm. It was a fairly long drawn out affair, which made it all the more memorable. For me it was a beautiful occasion, the fulfilment of three years commitment, the culmination of all that hard work. But it was also the beginning of a new phase in my life.

We were paired off alphabetically : Anna and Bridget, Colleen and Diana, Debbie and Emma, Fiona and Isobel, Juliet and Jane, Karen and Lisa, Melissa and Natalie, Polly (me) and Rosemary, Simone and Sally, Tina and Wendy, Yvette and Zena. We entered the Great Hall in these pairs, walking side by side up the central aisle, through the main body of the audience, up onto the stage. There were eleven seats set aside on each side of the stage for the novices. Gathered on a raised dais, were the Principal and her distinguished guests. The assembled VIPs looked down on the front part of the stage, which was deliberately left clear, except for five cushioned kneeling stools.

The novices took their seats on the stage as the music faded. Vice Principal Hughes rose from her seat amongst the VIPs and spoke.

"It is my proud duty today to welcome all our distinguished guests to one of the highlights of the year here at the academy. We are gathered here to celebrate the achievements of the academy and the graduation of intake F105. Today we will witness the sacrifices to be made by the 22 novices who have spent the last three years here being trained to serve the Sisterhood. And may I say, this particular intake is one of the finest ever to grace this academy. Today will be their last day with us before they venture forth to make a new life for themselves, devoting themselves to the service of the Sisterhood."

Miss Hughes then handed over to the Principal, who also welcomed everyone to the ceremony, and then went on to deliver the traditional speech extolling the virtues and achievements of the Sisterhood and the academy.

Once the Principal had finished, the Vice Principal rose again.

"Thank you Principal. It is now my privilege to request that the ceremony of graduation begins. As is traditional I will now call the graduating novices onto the stage to make their sacrifices before this assembly."

"Please can the first group of four novices take their places centre stage. Please can we have Anna, Bridget, Colleen and Diana."

The first group rose nervously, gathered themselves and their gowns, and took their places kneeling on the stools centre stage, facing the massed audience.

The other novices remained seated, waiting for their turn to come.

Soon it was time for the next group of four, Debbie, Emma, Fiona and Isobel, to be summoned to the stools. Then four more, Juliet, Jane, Karen and Lisa.

Then finally it was my turn, my group was called. I listened intently as the Vice Principal read out our names, " Please can the fourth group of novices take their places centre stage. Please can we have Melissa, Natalie, Polly, Rosemary and Simone." The audience applauded.

As my name was called I rose from my seat and joined the procession down onto the front area of the stage. I knelt on the middle stool, settling myself and smoothing the front of my dress. I steadied myself by holding onto the handrail.

My attendant, Miss Harrison, removed my veil and placed a very large circular light blue plastic cape around me to completely cover the white dress. I knew exactly what was to come as I had seen it at previous graduation ceremonies and had also sat through the first three groups today.

Miss Harrison dampened my hair with her spray bottle. She then combed it through several times. I tensed my body in anticipation of the first cut, holding onto the handrail underneath the voluminous plastic gown. First she snipped with the scissors. Long strands of hair tumbled to the floor. This was the first symbol of the sacrifice the novices were making. All the morning’s preparation in the hair salon was now being removed, in front of a packed hall. I looked up quickly to see the whole audience watching intently as we made our sacrifice. I felt all eyes were on me as I knelt unflinching and obedient, accepting my fate.

I knelt perfectly still as Miss Harrison went on to buzz the electric hair clippers around my head. I felt the cold metal of the clippers against the nape of my neck. The buzzing sound changed as the clippers cut a swathe through the remaining hair. I looked down as my coiffed locks slid down the protective cape and settled on the stage around me.

Then I felt the cold shaving foam being applied to my shaven head. I was being lathered ready for the razor, which would remove the final traces of any hair, making my head smooth to the touch. Miss Harrison was quick and efficient in her work. Once she had finished she wiped my bald pate with a towel. She was the first to finish so I had to wait until the other four novices were finished too. The protective gown was removed and the audience signalled their approval with another polite round of applause. We turned in unison to curtsey to the VIPs behind us on the stage, and we then curtsied to the audience in the main body of the hall. We left the stage in procession, down the steps and then back down the central aisle through the audience.

However the ceremony was by no means complete yet. The remaining five novices,

Sally, Tina, Wendy, Yvette and Zena, were then called on to the stage for their ceremonial shaving. Once their ordeal was complete they joined up with all the other novices in the gym, which was serving as a vast changing room for the novices for the next part of the ceremony.

Whilst we were prepared for the next phase, the Principal delivered another speech praising the achievements of the academy, and presented certificates to younger novices who had performed well during the year.

Meanwhile we were changing out of our white ceremonial gowns. As graduates of the academy we were now allowed to change into the white satin dress, the official uniform of the new graduate. All 22 graduates reformed in pairs again ready to return to the main hall, proudly displaying the blue crest of the Sisterhood on the left breast pocket of the shiny white uniform.

We walked back into the hall to resume our places on the stage. One by one Vice Principal called us forward.

Again I had to wait before my turn came. Upon hearing my name I rose and climbed the couple of steps onto the dais. I knelt at the Principal’s feet, my head bowed. A plastic collar was fixed round neck, complete with my name and number.

As I knelt I was required to swear the Oath of Obedience.

"I, Sister Polly, Sissy F031062, do hereby solemnly swear this Oath of Obedience today before this audience of distinguished guests and fellow servants of the Sisterhood. I thank the Sisterhood for granting me the opportunity of studying here at the academy and proudly graduating today as a sissified and submissive slave. I proclaim my allegiance to the teachings of Madame de Silk and hereby pledge that I will devote myself to serving the ideals of the Sisterhood. I reject all aspects of my former life. I relinquish all personal ambition and betroth my body and spirit to the lifelong service of the superior sex."

I then performed the Act of Adoration at the Principal’s feet. "I love you. I worship you. I adore you," I recited before bending forwards to kiss her feet, remembering as always to kiss the right foot first.

Having completed the set of three adorations, I remained kneeling as the Principal then knotted the white satin headscarf, symbol of my servitude, around my head, tying it bandana style at the nape of my neck. This was to be worn whenever I was out in public or attending any form of official Sisterhood event.

Finally she presented me with my white PVC mac, neatly folded but with the blue crest of the Sisterhood uppermost and clearly visible. This too must be worn, with pride, whenever I was outside.

She kissed my headscarved head. This was the signal for the applause to begin again. My graduation was complete. I returned to my seat and waited patiently for the other graduates to take their turn.

Once all the graduates had sworn their oaths and been presented with their headscarves and macs we were free to leave the stage. As we processed back down the aisle for the final time the Vice Principal rose to make her closing speech. As we left the hall I heard her thank all the distinguished guests for their attendance and wish everyone a safe journey home. I remember wondering where my new home would be.

My new owner was in the audience that day watching my graduation. However I had no idea yet to whom I had been assigned.

The new graduates assembled in the gym once again, waiting to be summoned. We wished each other well. We would probably never see each other again unless by chance the paths of our new owners crossed for some reason. We had no idea to which part of the country we would be going or what sort of mistress we would be working for.

The Vice Principal came to collect us. We were taken in pairs to the Principal’s office to be introduced to our new owners. Rosemary and I were paired together again. Rosemary had been assigned to a lawyer called Miss Barbara Higgins. I was introduced to Miss Sarah Scott, who was a leading businesswoman and member of the Sisterhood Council. We both curtsied, and then knelt to perform the customary adorations at the feet of our new mistresses.

After some brief pleasantries we were taken away to begin the next chapter in a life of service.

 

Part Two – to follow

 

 

 

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