Friday, October 24, 2014
Below is Chapter 8, I really hadn’t meant it to be this long it’s probably too much for a single chapter which is partly why it took so long but there you go. Once again thanks for all the comments and also to those who indicated their liking for it, they really do give encouragement and inspiration to write the next chapter, so it's very much appreciated. It’s always difficult to know when it’s time to finish a serial if it goes on too long there is the risk of running it out of steam and boring people which I really want to avoid at all costs so I might just add another two chapters and conclude it there. We’ll see. Hope you enjoy the one below and thanks again for your support.
A Suitable Position©
Life on the Inside.
Her Ladyship, Maxine von Bulow the Countess of Argyll arranged the satin cushions to her satisfaction and lowered herself gracefully onto the comfortable couch as she carefully observed her friend Rozamund Kirchen instruct her new maid on how to make the bed they had shared to her own specific standards. Under normal circumstances a lady would have little interest in such a scene but this was a most unusual situation, the Countess settled herself and tried to process the strange tableau she was witnessing.
He certainly does seemed to be motivated but then I expect Rozamund has been keeping him on his toes, she is very good at this sort of thing. I doubt if I’d have the patience to train a lady’s maid from scratch, it would be so tedious I much prefer to have them fully trained when I engage them… well purloin them if I’m honest, but then again I hate being honest, especially with myself. He does respond well to her commands, I suspect she has beaten him already but the sly cow won’t admit to it even though she knows how much I enjoy a good thrashing, I really missed a trick I should have asked her last night when I had her begging for more of my tongue, in that frenzy she would have given me anything. I thought it odd when she told me she had employed a male and was more than intrigued when she said not to mention it to any of the other girls at the dinner last night but when she said he would fit into the household nicely, well I really had to see for myself. Now I know why she doesn’t want the others to know, oh she’s a cunning one all right.
The sudden image of Rozamund punishing her boy maid set off a frisson of delight through the Countess’s body, she closed her eyes momentarily experiencing a familiar pleasurable shudder course through her and feeling a slight dampness seep from her she held her thighs tightly together. The sound of Rozamund admonishing the boy for not arranging the bolster and pillows to her satisfaction snapped the Countess out of her delightful daydream and her thoughts once more turned to her friend’s new and most unusual arrangement,
He may be a pretty thing but Rozamund certainly wants more than that as her maid, as we all do, naturally she will be a hard taskmistress but I’m sure it will be worth it in the end. There is something though…. I can’t quite put my finger on it, he is giving the impression of being compliant and I have to admit he was quite deferential when he attended me but I somehow sense a hint of wilfulness perhaps even bordering on defiance, of course I could be wrong maybe it’s just that I know he’s male and I associate that type of behaviour with males and mannish girls. I expect being forced into domestic service as a maid is no doubt adding to his chagrin but I’m sure that’s something that he will learn to live with. They all do eventually. I suppose he is making an attempt to carry himself in a feminine manner but it is obvious he does need more work in that department. I would love if Rozamund would allow me to have him for a while I think he would benefit from my methods.
Oh! now she is making him bend over to pick up our underwear from the floor, I’m sure she’s doing that for my benefit- Oh Rozamund you are a minx. He may not have much in the way of a girl’s derrière but the tight uniform and that girdle he’s wearing does give him a reasonable feminine shape.
Robert conscious that he was being put on show like a pet poodle in a dog show nevertheless tried his best at his bed-making duties following Madam’s instructions to the letter, although he was chided once or twice which he thought was more for the Countess’s benefit than anything he had done wrong. He felt the Countess’s eyes on him the whole time particularly when he had to bend over to pick up their underwear when he could feel his breasts swaying ever so slightly and at one stage his left breast had slipped out of its lace cup. He got embarrassed when Frau Kirchen told him to place the underwear on the bed and “fix himself”, he had often seen girls do this before and they always got embarrassed as they struggled to place the wayward breast back into the confines of their bras, now he could empathise.
“Your bra is not the right size” she said helping him adjust his breasts into position squeezing them gently as she did so, this elicited a reaction between his legs which he hoped his dress would conceal.
“Yes I noticed, we really must do something about that Rozamund.” the Countess chirped from her reclining position on the couch.
“I know darling” Frau Kirchen replied “he needs to have underwear of his own he can’t go on wearing his mistress’s lingerie indefinitely, isn’t that right Daphne?”
Robert was taken unawares by the question could only mumble
“Well I’m afraid it will have to wait as we have an appointment shortly which may prove quite interesting.” Frau Kirchen said.
Robert experienced some relief at this announcement as it would give him some much needed time to recover following his torrid experience with the Countess, he felt his situation was going from bad to worse and considered he was being grossly taken advantage of.
She instructed him to fetch their coats, both she and the Countess followed him into the closet and after he had helped them into them he tottered to the door and held it open as Greta had instructed him.
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear my dear.” Frau Kirchen addressed him “you will accompany us.”
He felt a rising sense of panic well up inside him.
“But…. Madam” he blurted the terror of stepping outside dressed as a female gripped him like a vice “People will recognise me as a male, it will be so….. ..”
He was so terrified he could not finish the sentence.
“Nonsense, you may look a trifle gauche and a little ungainly but with your figure and a little make up you easily pass as a girl after all you had no difficulty in fooling my aunt and Miss Clarissa not to mention Frau Braun. Besides next to us I doubt if anyone will give you a second look.”
He remained rooted to the spot dumbstruck at the thought of going outside meanwhile she rifled through various hangers before choosing a knee length light grey wool coat which she handed to him.
“This should do, it’s quite tight fitting.” she said and sensing his reluctance, snapped ‘Oh do hurry up, we don’t have all day. You may take off your apron and cap if you wish unless of course you would prefer to leave them on.” Frau Kirchen said
He immediately discarded the symbols of his domestic servitude and desperately wished he could do the same with his uniform dress but there was no chance of that and didn’t even considering asking.
“Yes I thought you might.” Frau Kirchen laughed as she handed him his new coat and pulled the belt tight, he immediately became aware of it flaring out from his narrow waist to just below his knees.
The Countess stepped forward and quickly but very expertly applied some light foundation.
“Pucker those lips my dear” she commanded.
He pouted his lips and she coated his lips with a plum colour lipstick in seconds.
The Countess placed the make-up compact and lipstick in a matching grey leather handbag and placed it in the crook of his elbow and led him to the full length mirror.
“Yes Maxine much more presentable.” Frau Kirchen said as both women stood behind him to admire their handiwork.
He winced at the reflected figure and much as he hated to admit it could see that he looked more of a girl than a boy, the Countess nodded her approval and said
“Now time to go, I’ve arranged my driver to be here in five minutes, quickly Daphne, the door.”
The urgency in her voice made him break into a trot for the door and he knew immediately he cut a very girlish figure as hurried to the door his handbag rocking to and fro at his elbow.
In the hall Frau Kirchen spoke privately to Greta before they left for the waiting silver Bentley parked directly outside. The heavy set uniformed chauffer opened the door with a bow and no obvious surprise at the boy dressed as a girl followed the two women and sat between them in the back seat of the car.
“Knees together Daphne!” Frau Kirchen reprimanded Robert “you’re not in male clothing anymore, you need to adopt a more feminine pose if you’re not to be uncovered as a male, could you just imagine the ridicule?”
He quickly snapped his knees together in horror at the thought of being unmasked as a male.
“Yes he does a have a lot to learn Rozamund but I’m sure he’ll make a willing pupil, won’t you my dear boy.” the Countess said gently rubbing his thigh through his uniform dress making his satin slip rub sensuously against his pantyhosed legs.
“Yes m’lady.” he meekly agreed.
Cruising through the leafy streets Robert stared out the window as both women spoke over his head only occasionally addressing him with some complimentary remark about his appearance. Stopped at traffic lights Robert saw the very café where he read the ad that had led to his current bizarre and humiliating situation. Several youths of his own age were sitting outside laughing and joking as they sipped coffees in the morning sunshine, all dressed in the universal uniform of jeans and t shirts just as he was a few days previously. He looked down in shame at the uniform he was wearing underneath his feminine coat and felt a sudden urge to cry.
“Oh Rosamund .” the Countess said loudly her disgust obvious and pointing to the group of males “ so uncouth.”
“Dreadful. Layabouts, such awful clothes, loafing around at this time of day, doing nothing” Frau Kirchen agreed.
“Daphne you should be grateful your mistress saved you from such bad company” the Countess said again patting him on the thigh “you’re gainfully employed and dressed so smartly.”
Each time Robert was addressed by his new feminine name he felt another stab of shame, he remained silent however, unsure if they were genuinely concerned about his welfare or just goading him. Staring at the crowd sitting outside the café he was horrified to see he recognised most of them having partied with them the week previously. The sight of the gleaming Bentley stopped at the traffic lights drew the attention of the exuberant males and they gathered at the kerb to admire it, his heart began to race as he watched them approach the windows to peer inside. Frau Kirchen rolled down the window,
“Move away from the car you awful boys.” she rebuked them.
“Keep your hair on lady” one of them said as his friends looked inside and Robert quickly looked the other way right into the eyes of the Countess who immediately recognised the terrified expression on his face.
“Why don’t you let your daughter join us.” another said.
“What do you think Daphne, would you like to join these boys.” the Countess said.
“No.” he blurted almost shouting, the fear in his voice clearly audible.
“Are you sure?” she repeated the question.
“Please…. No……..m’lady.” he pleaded and turned to Frau Kirchen, the panic now taking over he grabbed her arm “please Madam,please.”
“Maxine!” Frau Kirchen scolded her companion “do stop teasing the…..” she hesitated as Robert’s face was now visible to the youths, “….the girl.”
“Aw c’mon darlin’ it’ll be fun.” one of the boys shouted.
Robert’s heart was pounding in his chest and he felt beads of sweat form on his forehead .
“Get away from the car immediately or I’ll call the police.” Frau Kirchen spat as the lights changed and the car sped away from the group.
“Typical male behaviour but I really didn’t expect any better. I will make a phone call and have them rounded up and charged with threatening behaviour ” the Countess said contemptuously before turning to Robert “Daphne, I do hope you didn’t behave like that when you were in trousers.”
Such was the level of fright Robert experienced by the encounter that it took him several seconds to recover before he could answer.
“He was wearing similar clothes to those horrible creatures and his address was also in this area.” Frau Kirchen informed the Countess then turning to Robert said “Associating with elements like that it’s safe to assume you would have found yourself in difficulties with the law sooner than later. I think the Countess is correct, employing you as a domestic servant has probably kept you out of trouble, I expect those boys will be soon wearing a prison uniform.”
At least they will be wearing trousers Robert said to himself, he was conflicted relieved that none of his friends recognised him but disgusted that he had passed so easily as a girl. The Countess looked closely at Robert before addressing Frau Kirchen over his head.
“I think he will certainly benefit from living in a more civilised environment Rozamund, domestic service gives girls a sense of purpose as well as self-discipline, naturally they may need help in that particular department from time to time.”
“My sentiments exactly darling. Discipline is the foundation to a faithful and obedient servant.” Frau Kirchen replied.
Both women returned to discussing the social gathering they had both attended the previous evening and gossiping about mutual friends, Robert was relieved that they were ignoring him and was grateful that there were no more traffic lights which may necessitate another stop. After a short journey into the countryside the car passed through high gates set into a high walled perimeter and motored gently up a long driveway to a very large manor house set in well maintained parkland. His heart sank as he read the sign just inside the gate
INSTITUTE OF CORRECTIONAL STUDIES
He could feel his pulse racing once more this was his first time he would be viewed by others dressed as a girl outside of his employer’s home and he was terrified his only hope was to stick close by her.
The grounds were so extensive it took several minutes before the car came to a halt at the steps of the imposing entrance to the manor, they waited for the chauffer to open the door.
“This is one of my family’s old houses which I donated for the purpose of retraining female prison inmates, there are other modern buildings set back from the main house, well out of sight but I’m sure the Governor will explain that in due course” the Countess informed Frau Kirchen ignoring Robert as the heavy set chauffer opened the door and he followed her from the car “as a condition of their parole inmates are required to undertake a course in domestic service, irrespective of their class or background. I think Robert will find it interesting.”
A severe looking woman dressed in steel grey suit, appeared from within the building and descended the several steps to greet the Countess. She cut an intimidating figure, the silver buttons on the fitted jacket ran all the way to the high stiff collar which seemed to elongate her neck, her pants stretched tightly across wide hips and were tucked into knee high patent leather boots, her black hair swept into a tight bun at the back of her head. As she got closer Robert now saw her face clearly and had a sudden urge to run but he knew he would not get far as his legs were barely able to hold his body upright.
“No! Oh fuck no. he screamed inside.
A new and urgent fear gripped him and as the Countess turned to speak to the woman Robert quickly turned to Frau Kirchen. “Please Madam you’re not going to leave me here” he pleaded his voice almost trembling “I’m trying really hard to do my best and I’m sure I’ll improve.”
It was obvious to Frau Kirchen that her new maid was terrified at the prospect of being confined in such a place she refrained from immediately reassuring him.
“Yes Daphne I’m sure you will but perhaps you may need some additional tuition in certain areas.”
“Please ….Madam ….please…. she will know I’m a male.” he begged.
“Oh do stop blubbering Daphne, once you behave yourself you will have nothing to worry about and if your friends didn’t recognise you I doubt if this stranger will.” she said finally putting the boy out of his misery.
“I know her” he said as loudly as he could without drawing their attention and grabbed her arm “she was a teacher at my boarding school several years ago I know she’ll recognise me.” Robert blurted.
“No she won’t.” Frau Kirchen said confidently “if you remember all Greta told you and behave like a girl. Demure and meek.”
“Rozamund this is Governor Angermund.” the Countess made the introduction and after a brief conversation with her the Governor turned to Robert.
“And who have we here?” she enquired.
“This is Daphne my new maid.” Frau Kirchen said.
Robert felt the blood drain from his face and the strength from his legs as the Governor approached him.
“A girl who has entered domestic service voluntarily, that is rare these days Frau Kirchen.” Governor Angermund said as she looked at Robert with a curious stare, he dropped his head trying to avoid her gaze and instinctively felt she was examining every inch of him, his stomach was churning, he was sure she would recognise him. After what seem an age she finally said,
“Mmmm a pretty young thing…. in a peculiarly boyish way. Do I know you, girl? You seem familiar, were you a former inmate?”
“No Frau Angermund.” he mumbled and curtsied concentrating on being as feminine as he possibly could.
“Who was your previous mistress girl?”
“As I said she is new to domestic service, Frau Angermund” Madam intervened “I am her first mistress which is why I am training her.”
“My compliments Frau Kirchen” the Governor said noting Robert’s curtsy “you certainly have her well trained and I expect that awkward boyishness will soon disappear.”
“Thank you Frau Angermund I’m sure it will” she said and smiling at Robert who was looking increasingly nervous added “she had some difficulty in adapting to the demands of service in the beginning but I sincerely hope he has overcome that now and is eager to learn to serve his mistress to the best of his ability.”
“His?” the Governor asked quizzically, Robert’s heart rate soared once more as she once more attempted to take a closer look at Robert who moved nearer to his mistress feeling the urgent need of her protection.
“Oh a mere slip of the tongue” Frau Kirchen laughed before explaining “as you said she does look somewhat boyish, we also came across some unruly boys earlier. As a consequence the brutish sex must be on my mind.” Frau Kirchen explained “isn’t that right Daphne?”
Robert still reeling from this close scrutiny from the Governor was only too keen to agree.
“Yes Madam.. horrible boys.”
“A most unfortunate experience, I’m sure they would benefit from some time in this institution.” the Governor said her gaze finally drifting away from Robert “perhaps you would like to see how we deal with such delinquent behaviour before we continue to our parole inmates? We keep them separated in the punishment bloc it is a distance away so perhaps it would be better to drive.”
They re-entered the car and after travelling a distance through a small wood they came to a modern building which was clearly less attractive than the one they had just seen it was a single story building of dull blue stone with a high fencing perimeter.
“This is where we house our ….well shall I say our less malleable inmates.” the Governor said as they alighted from the car “girls who are far too arrogant as yet for a life as a servant, they need that little extra attention before they are capable of understanding the need to change their behaviour for a future career in domestic service.”
There was a simultaneous nodding of the head from both women displaying their undoubted approval for such a method, Robert standing between the two women felt a shiver go down what was left of his spine. The Governor continued as she led the way to the entrance which was opened by a stern looking guard dressed in a similar fashion as the Governor. After passing through a number of closed doors they were eventually led to a section of the building which housed the inmates the Governor spoke of. There were five cells on either side of a six metre wide corridor and Robert felt his unease ratchet up another notch, his thighs were clamped together and he immediately became aware of the smoothness of his pantyhose encasing his skin. A key turning in a heavy lock drew his attention and suddenly several girls all shackled at the ankles and wrists shuffled into the corridor accompanied by a guard. They wore stripped uniforms consisting of an ill -fitting shirt and loose pants.
At least they’re wearing pants he said to himself as he nervously clutched his dress, never thinking he would ever be envious of a convict’s uniform.
As the prisoners made eye contact with the visitors Frau Kirchen and the Countess regarded them with a superior detachment while Robert could not bear to meet their eyes.. The girls showed no sign of defeat or even penitence despite their chains and this brazen attitude not only unnerved him but also served to increase his shame one hundred fold at not having their fortitude. He huddled behind the Countess, Frau Kirchen and the Governor as if they were an imaginary wall.
“Inmates, into your cells and close your doors” the guard barked and then checked each door to ensure it was locked.
“If you ladies will accompany me to the office I will give you a quick overview of our operation, due to the sensitive subject of our discussion I think it would be preferable if your maid remained here.” the Governor said as she led both women past the cells towards the office at the other end of the corridor approximately forty metres down the corridor,leaving Robert on his own.
“Gertrude, a seat for the young lady.” the Governor instructed the guard who silently produced a chair for Robert.
“There you go Miss.” the guard said pleasantly to Robert proffering him the chair and sensing his anxiety added “don’t worry they’re all safely locked up no need to worry you just sit yourself right here.”
She was a tall and attractive well-built girl in her mid-twenties with blond hair tied trussed up under her peaked cap, she casually took the sturdy wooden chair with one hand and placed it behind Robert and waited for him to lower himself onto it before adding “that’s a good girl.”
Robert, annoyed by her condescension wanted to rebuke her but her smile disarmed him and he returned it and thanked her and although he cringed inside at her patronising attitude he reasoned it probably wasn’t meant to give offence. The last thing he wanted was to give the guard any reason to question his demeanour so he gracefully smoothed his dress over his girdled buttocks and lowered himself very femininely onto the chair.
“I’ve got to go and check on other prisoners but you’re quite safe, they may get a little boisterous but you’re in no danger Miss I can assure you of that.” the guard said protectively.
“Oh don’t you worry she’ll be ok with us.” a dismembered voice shouted from one of the cells startling Robert visibly.
“Another remark like that from any of one you and you’ll all regret it” Gertrude shouted back in a strong and authoritative voice which impressed Robert greatly.
“As I said Miss they get a little unruly for a while after they’re locked up but you’re in no danger” she said looking down on the now seated Robert and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder she looked him directly in the eye adding “they don’t see a pretty girl like you in here very often. Robert blushed as she continued “that’s a beautiful perfume your wearing and such a lovely shade of lipstick it compliments your complexion wonderfully.”
Robert was shocked by the admiring comment as a male he never had a compliment from a girl before and the irony wasn’t lost on him, he had to be dressed as a girl to get his first one. Her attentions unsettled him, he blushed once more and lowered his eyes and not knowing what to do with his hands he demurely arranged his dress over his knees but he knew a response was required.
“Thank you Gertrude.” he said bashfully folding his hands in his lap still conscious of the heat in his cheeks.
“If you’d like to go for a coffee sometime here’s my number.” she said pressing a piece of paper into his hand and not waiting for an answer left.
For a fleeting moment Robert forgot his circumstances and just enjoyed the experience of being found attractive by a girl for once in his life.
I hadn’t noticed the lipstick colour he thought as he watched her leave and fished out the compact from his purse to check it.
Yes it is a nice colour he said as he admired the pale rose colour decorating his lips. It’s a bit dry, probably could do with another application.
After he’d applied the lipstick to his satisfaction he checked himself once more and then suddenly became aware of eighteen pairs of eyes on him.
“Hey honey, over here I’ll wipe that off you soon enough.” someone shouted to raucous cheering.
“Ah c’mon darling let me put something else on that pretty mouth of yours.” another yelled to more roars of laughter.
Robert cursed himself for being idiotic..
What the hell was I thinking, putting on lipstick and without being forced into it?
The jeers from the cells frightened him and it was a few moments before he finally regained some composure and realising that they could not possibly get at him it gave him some measure of relief.
Surely I’m not that feminine- am I? After all the Governor had doubts earlier? he told to himself trying to shore up a draining masculinity.
Now he found himself the object of female attention, first Gertrude and now these coarse and insubordinate prisoners, it was becoming intolerable and the unwanted interest from the inmates only served to heighten his anxiety. He never imagined that he would be happy to answer to his new feminine name.
“Daphne come here girl.” Frau Kirchen called from the other end of the cell lined corridor.
The desperation to escape the attention of the prisoners overwhelmed him and like a dog answering its mistress he rose from the chair and began walking very fast then as the eyes from within the bars fell on him he broke into a trot, his heels clicking loudly as he quickly made his way to the other end. He was always amused at women or girls trying to run in high heels thinking how absolutely ridiculous they looked. He wasn’t laughing now as he cut a similar figure, his arms waving by his side trying to keep himself balanced, the handbag he was forced to carry swaying wildly in the crook of his arm, his heels now making a ferocious noise on the tiled floor.
“Don’t worry girl we’re aware of the torment you had to put up with and it will be dealt with.” the Governor said as he finally reached the women panting from his exertions, he noticed Gertrude and another guard had joined them nestling himself between Frau Kirchen and the Countess.
As the Governor and the two guards joined in a discussion the Countess turned to Robert.
“It seems you have some admirers Robert.” she said quite loudly, luckily the Governor was still in deep discussion and he thought none of them heard.
“Daphne m’lady.” Robert whispered.
“What?” she replied.
Robert swallowed hard and although he despised himself what he was about to say he felt he had no choice under the circumstances.
“I think it best if you called me Daphne.”
“Oh so you do like being called Daphne?” the Countess asked.
“Yes m’lady.” Robert was forced to reply.
“Oh do stop teasing the boy Maxine?” Frau Kirchen said equally loudly as Robert winced once more but once again there was no reaction from the other group of women.
Gertrude and the other guard had by now opened one of the cells and frogmarched the prisoner to a bench which was about waist high and quickly bent her over it securing her hand to straps on the legs of the structure.
“This is the ringleader.” the Governor announced “I think twelve strokes should be sufficient Gertrude. Remove her pants. Ladies you will get a better view of her transformation from an insolent malcontent to a respectful and obedient prisoner”
Now in front of the girl Robert could see the cockiness drain from her face as the guard pick up two paddles and handed one to Gertrude and having received the signal from the Governor began delivering alternate strokes to her plump cheeks. She did not make a sound as the first five blows landed but on the fourth her resolve began to falter and he heard a low moan, by the eight she was whimpering and was openly crying as the twelfth and final slap sounded. She was released from her bonds and tears of shame flowing down her cheeks she struggled to pull up her panties and uniform pants.
“You will apologise to this young lady for your disgraceful behaviour.” the Governor sternly said to the shaking girl.
“If I may be permitted to make a suggestion Frau Governor, I think an appropriate position would be on her knees.” the Countess said.
“An excellent suggestion your Ladyship.” the Governor replied delighted by the Countess’s idea “it will teach her another lesson in humility.”
“Perhaps she should kiss the hem of Daphne’s dress as a sign of her true repentance.” Frau Kirchen suggested.
“Wonderful, another marvellous idea” the Governor practically yelped, it was clear she was quite excited by her guests’ suggestions.
“On your knees girl and apologise to Miss Daphne.” the Governor snapped at the miserable inmate.
The prisoner, who was brought to tears by her beating, now looked totally subjugated and Robert saw a look in her eyes that he himself experienced less than twenty four hours previously but now he was the one looking at a wretched figure silently and without protest kneel in front of him and kiss the hem of his dress.
“I’m very sorry for causing you distress Miss Daphne please forgive me.” the girl pleaded consumed by shame and as the other prisoners looked on contemptuously she kissed the hem of Robert’s dress.
Robert had conflicting emotions as he watched the girl carefully take the hem in her hand and kiss it gently. He understood her humiliation only too well but now he experienced something new the sensation of complete superiority over a female, something he had tried to achieve numerous times when dressed as a male but never quite could. This dominance over others particularly servants was something Frau Kirchen, the Countess and his aunts must know only too well.
Why did I have to undergo this abject humiliation of being dressed as a girl before I could experience this? He said bitterly to himself.
After she had performed this degrading act she was escorted back to her cell.
“Don’t worry the rest of you will receive your punishment later.” the Governor announced to the hushed captive audience.
“Tell me Frau Angermund why is this cell different to the others” the Countess asked the Governor pointing to a cell at the top end of the corridor which had a glass door.
“Oh that’s the punishment cell for difficult prisoners or those who have absconded from their employer. The glass can only be seen through from this side, the prisoner is kept naked for the duration of their confinement so does not know when she is being observed. It is very unsettling for them and believe me after only a few days in there they have learned their lesson I don’t think we have had the same girl in there twice. It is very effective.”
“So servant girls who break their contract could find themselves in there.” Frau Kirchen asked.
“Oh yes, we take a serious view of maids who leave their mistress without her permission, we have a very effective re-education program dealing with such offenders.” the Governor replied.
“You would never break your contract Daphne, would you?” the Countess asked him.
Robert’s recent feeling of elation and superiority had disappeared now having heard about the punishment cell and those who occupy it.
Imagine what they would do when they found out I was a male and a maid, he said to himself.
“Oh no, your ladyship I would never do that.” he blurted truthfully.
“I sincerely hope not.” the Countess said “or you know where you will find yourself.”
“Yes m’lady” Robert answered and curtsied feeling decidedly nervous as both the Countess and Frau Kirchen looked at him intently.
Robert was becoming increasingly nervous at the turn the conversation was taking so he was relieved when the Governor turned to them.
“If you like I will show you our more advanced girls, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” the Governor said showing them the way out of the cell block and back to the car which returned them to the manor house
The door at the top of the steps to the house was opened by a girl in stripped uniform with a number stencilled over her left breast similar to the ones the prisoners they had seen earlier wear except this was a formless shift dress rather than pants and a jacket. Her head bowed she curtsied as the guests passed her into the hallway, once inside the Countess drew her friend’s attention to a picture leaving the Governor and Robert alone.
“I’m sure I know you from somewhere, but I just can’t think where it was.” the Governor said as she once more fixed Robert with her dark eyes.
“I don’t think so Frau Angermund I’m sure I would remember.” Robert answered nervously.
“Perhaps….. but I rarely forget a pretty face.” she said still puzzled.
“Thank you Frau Angermund.” Robert replied, embarrassed at her compliment but relieved nonetheless.
“You wear expensive jewellery and perfume for a mere maid?” she said fingering Robert’s choker.
“A gift from my mistress.” Robert said feeling the use of the hated word “mistress” would sound suitably servile and thus more convincing.
“We’ll take coffee now.” the Countess said unknowingly coming to Robert’s rescue.
“Your maid can take a tour of the house while we discuss some issues pertaining to the program. I’m sure she would be interested in how the girls are trained and they would be interested in hearing about life in service from her, I hope she would not mind giving them the benefit of her experience.” the Governor said and noting the alarm of his face quickly added “don’t worry these girls are much more manageable as I said it’s amazing what a few days in the punishment cell can do.”
“Well only if you’re certain, I don’t want the girl subjected to another ordeal.” his employer said.
“She’ll be in no danger I can assure you Frau Kirchen and her views will be helpful in preparing the girls for their future positions.” the Governor assured her.
“In that case I see no objection.” Frau Kirchen said “run along Daphne and do try to help those poor unfortunates in any way you can.”
“Yes Madam.” Robert replied with a curtsy although feeling thoroughly appalled by the idea.
The Governor turned to the girl in the stripped uniform said brusquely.
“Muller, accompany Miss Daphne around the house and answer any questions she may have, instruct the inmates if she is shown any disrespect it will be the punishment cell for everyone.”
“Yes Frau Angermund” the maid answered meekly and curtsied and turned to Robert “this way Miss.”
Robert followed the maid into the hallway where there were two girls on their knees polishing the dark wood floor in silence and as the maid wore cheap plimsolls the only sound heard was he clicking of his heels on the hard and highly polished surface.
“As you can see Miss we are trained in all aspects of domestic service.” his guide said.
Being referred to as ‘Miss’ was disconcerting for Robert and he found it difficult to come to terms with as he felt it reinforced his new feminine status.
“You don’t have to call me Miss” Robert said when he thought no one could hear them “I didn’t get your first name?”
“We have to call anyone who is not an inmate Miss or Madam otherwise we are punished. We’re not allowed first names Miss, Frau Angermund says mistresses always address maids by their surnames so there is no need for them, my name is Muller Miss.”
“Oh I see.” was all he could manage to say.
“There are microphones everywhere.” she whispered.
He was shown into the large drawing room where several girls were dusting and polishing furniture they immediately stopped at looked suspiciously in his direction causing him a flutter of nervousness his experience in the cell block was still a vivid memory. As they approached him he became more anxious and insecure but noticed they were not as aggressive as the others he had encountered earlier and they seemed to be more interested in his dress and shoes than him.
“This is Miss Daphne” his guide informed the other girls “she is Frau Kirchen’s lady’s maid.”
This seemed to animate them and they gathered in front of him, their faces betraying naked fascination at the obviously well -dressed figure standing before them, their demeanour was such that Robert relaxed slightly no longer feeling threatened but he was nevertheless uneasy at this unwanted attention.
“We’ve never met a real maid before Miss” his guide said for the first time looking at him directly and explaining the intense interest from her fellow prisoners.
“What a nice dress, is that your uniform Miss?” one of the girls asked respectfully.
“Ermm … yes.” Robert answered feeling a sense of relief that at least he wasn’t being bullied or insulted as he had been barely an hour ago and although he experienced a deep sense of shame at having to admit he was wearing a dress and a maid’s uniform at that, looking at the huddle of obviously downtrodden girls dressed in their humiliating stripped uniforms he felt a sudden sense of superiority something he hadn’t experienced in a while.
One of the girls whispered in Muller’s ear and there was a short conversation between them and as he watched them talk he assessed the situation.
At least these girls know their place and although I may not be dressed as a male it seems to be obvious to them that I am of a higher social standing. He pulled back his shoulders allowing his breasts to jut out and raised his head, I always knew real class would shine through irrespective of how one is dressed.
“The girls were asking if they could take a closer look at your dress Miss? We’d be very grateful.” Muller said, interrupting his thoughts.
He appreciated her deferential tone and noticing that the look on the others faces was one of more fascination than threatening he felt safe in allowing them closer but thought it best if he asserted his superiority.
“Very well.” he said in a rather lofty voice now pleased with himself that for once he was the one in a position of eminence.
The girls came forward and examined the dress more closely one or two fingering the material, the smell of the cheap soap from them mingled with his own expensive perfume.
“Aren’t the pearl buttons really pretty.” one said.
“I just love the puff three quarter length sleeves.” another said as they moved in even closer.
“What material is the dress Miss.” a fourth girl said.
“It’s… a…. am…” Robert racked his brain to remember what Greta said it was “……..crepe jersey” he finally spluttered wishing now he’d paid more attention.
“Mmmm she smells really nice” yet another voice cooed as the group moved closer.
“Oh look she’s wearing a slip” a voice from behind said as he felt an unseen hand lift the skirt.
“Now girls.” he blurted, his hands settling the skirt back into place.
“Oooooh….” a voice squealed as another hand lifted the back of his dress “It’s silk with a lace trim.”
“Please….. girls, remember your place” he raised his voice hoping they would not discern his rising anxiety, he struggled to keep the skirt of the dress out of their hands.
Robert panicked as a number of hands rubbed up and down the slip one sliding over the satin material of his girdle luckily Muller came to his rescue and calmed down the excited girls.
“She hasn’t a real girl’s arse, has she?” he heard one voice say.
“No she hasn’t” came the reply “more like a boy’s”
“Sorry about that Miss” she said “we don’t get to see nice clothes too often, settle down girls.” turning to Robert said “please sit down Miss.”
Flustered from having his dress lifted and his lingerie inspected Robert only too readily accepted the invitation and after fixing his dress over his knees he sat down.
“That’s a lovely uniform Miss, do you have many more like it?” a small plump girl asked as he sat down.
“Ah… ummm….yes” Robert was shamed into admitting.
“Did you buy it yourself?” another asked.
Robert, now a little calmer almost laughed at the idea of him actually buying the very thing that caused him such humiliation.
“No my employer supplied it.” he said firmly hoping these idiotic questions would end.
“Your mistress.” Muller informed him in an authoritative voice.
“What?” he said surprised by her tone.
“We are taught that maid servants must always refer to their employers as their mistress when speaking about them to others, it shows respect for her status.”
Robert suddenly remembered her warning about hidden microphones.
“Yes.. of course I meant my mistress.” he corrected himself cringing at the sound of the word coming from his own mouth.
“Do you wear an apron Miss?” someone else asked.
“That’s a silly question.” Muller told the girl and turning to Robert said “Every lady requires her maids to wear a full uniform I’m sure your mistress is no different, she does insist you wear an apron isn’t that right… Miss?”
“Yes” Robert had to admit now becoming less comfortable with these questions.
The answer didn’t seem to satisfy Muller, the intense and almost stern look on her face forced Robert into another shameful admission.
“Yes my mistress insists I wear an apron.”
“Ooooh.” an appreciative reaction came from his audience.
“And?” Muller pressed him, her interrogation now taking on an increasing intensity.
“And a cap.” he was forced to confess.
“A nice frilled one to go with your frilled pinafore apron I suppose?.” Muller continued in a sweet voice that made him very uneasy.
“Oooooh” the group once more sang.
“Yes.” Robert could only barely whisper, the confidence he acquired only a few minutes ago had now disappeared and he held his knees firmly together to stop them from shaking.
Approving noises rose once more from the assembly in front of him, he was so fearful he could only look at his shoes.
Muller whispered to a girl who quickly ran to a cabinet at the back of the large room.
“You might do us a little favour Miss, before you return to your mistress” she said turning back to Robert.
He felt he would do anything to get back to the safety of Frau Kirchen and the Countess and quickly nodded his agreement just as the girl returned and handed something to Muller.
“These were left over from when the house was owned by the Countess’s family” she said shaking out a pinafore apron as Robert looked on in horror, “the girls would like to see what a real maid looks like. Now stand up there’s a good girl.”
“But….. I ….it’s…..” he stuttered.
“Your mistress did say you were to give us any help or advice now didn’t she ….Miss.” Muller challenged him. “You don’t want me to report that you disobeyed her and say you were very unhelpful, now do you?”
Robert merely shook his head unable to mount a serious argument.
“I thought so.” Muller cooed and as he took the apron she added “that’s a good girl now show us how to put it on.”
Shameful as it was for him he knew he had no choice, he slipped his arms through the frilled shoulder straps and quickly and expertly tied the apron in a large bow at the back. This brought squeals of delight from his audience, Muller handed him the matching frilled cap and some hair pins which he settled on his head and pinned it into place it had two long satin streamers at the back which his own uniform cap did not have. Another girl arranged them neatly between his shoulder blades.
“And that girls is how a real maid is properly dressed.” Muller announced theatrically to the gathering she made an excuse to make a minor adjustment to his cap and whispered in his ear
“Listen you arrogant cow, you’re only a servant girl, little better than us answering to a mistress so don’t ever try to lord it over any of us. Remember you voluntarily choose to wear a uniform, to be a maid. We didn’t, so be respectful because knowing what your employers are capable of you’d never know when you may find yourself in here and believe me I won’t forget your disrespect. Now if you play along I’ll let you off this time. Ok girlie?”
“Yes Miss.” Robert blurted, by now completely shattered he used the term ‘Miss’ automatically.
“‘Miss’ – I like that” Muller said “pity you’re not on the inside you could be one of my girls.”
She then turned to her enthralled audience.
“Now girls we know we are proficient in most aspects of domestic service, polishing, dusting etc. but are unsure of how to act in the presence of a lady.” his new tormentor said sitting back confidently in the chair and taking a silver salver from the coffee table she handed it to him saying “perhaps Daphne would be kind enough to show us how she serves her mistress a glass of ……. Oh let me think? … tea for example.”
Robert was still reeling from her warning and cursed himself for his own stupidity at calling her ‘Miss’ but she was right about one thing – his fear of Frau Kirchen consigning him to such a place. He could not take the chance on refusing as it could be misconstrued as disobedience and whatever about an act of insubordination in Frau Kirchen’s house, he was very afraid of what it could mean in this establishment. He took the salver as she turned to the girls assembled in front of her,
“Obviously I am the mistress and Miss Daphne … well Daphne is my maid.” she needlessly explained considering he was now in full uniform and addressing Robert she instructed him,
“You may proceed… girl.”
Robert was seething but was forced to swallow his pride and continued with the charade.
“Good afternoon Madam, your tea.” he said through gritted teeth as he laid the salver containing the imaginary tea service on the coffee table and reaching a new level of humiliation he took his dress between thumb and forefinger of each hand and curtsied to the convict sitting in the chair.
“Thank you …girl.” she said to squeals of laughter.
“You can really act the part Muller” one of the girls shouted, to a chorus of approval from the others.
The door suddenly opened and Governor entered followed by Frau Kirchen and the Countess.
“Ah I see Daphne has been as good as her word.” the Governor said noticing his new apron and cap.
“Oh yes Frau Governor” Muller gushed “Miss Daphne has been more than helpful showing us how to put on an apron and cap correctly, how to serve tea and curtsy properly.” and looking at Robert smiled and said “Very helpful indeed.”
Robert seeing the look of admiration on his employer’s face felt it would have been counterproductive to contradict the horrible girl’s account of events and he imitated his tormentor and returned her smile.
“What a beautiful apron and cap” Frau Kirchen said as she inspected the ornate garments.
“Ah yes” the Countess said “I’d forgotten my mother insisted on having the maids wear quite elaborate uniforms they hated them of course but as servants had to wear the uniform their mistress wanted. This one is one of the plainer ones actually.”
Nervously fingering the apron Robert could understand that particular sentiment only too well.
“We’ve taken up far too much of your time.” Frau Kirchen addressed the Governor.
“Not at all,” the Governor replied “I’m sure the inmates have benefited from your maid’s experience perhaps she would like to keep the apron and cap as a memento of her visit.” the Governor said much to Robert’s dismay.
“That’s very kind of you, I’m sure she’ll be delighted, they are very pretty” his employer replied “isn’t that right Daphne.”
“Yes Madam.” Robert forced the words out and from the look on her face knew exactly what was required.
“Thank you Frau Angermund, that’s most kind of you.” he said and curtsied almost certain that he heard giggles from the assembled inmates behind him.
“Such a pity she can’t stay longer,” Frau Angermund said as she steered them towards the door with Robert falling in several steps behind them “perhaps you may be able to spare her for a weekend sometime it would bring improve the inmates knowledge greatly and I’m sure she would benefit also.”
Robert almost lost the use of his legs at the mention of this and tried to keep up to hear his mistress’s reply when he felt a hand roughly squeeze his buttock’s right cheek.
“You might be seeing me sooner than you think.” he heard a voice snigger in his ear.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Chapter 9: Let the games begin. Cheryl participates in Mistress Margot's games as the sole contender.
I was giving head.
Mistress told me I talked too much, so she had me put my mouth to better use. She leaned back in her chair. One hand was holding a magazine she was reading, with the other she kept pressure on the back of my head. She really didn't need to, since I did not dare stop, but she liked to remind me constantly who was in control.
I was moving my lips back and forth over the strapon, tickling the underside with my tongue. As I slid them up and down, my lips kept tension around the shaft. Tight like a cute little sissy hole, as Mistress had told me.
The penetrator's material left a foul taste in my mouth, and my jaw was getting tired, but it was my knees that were bothering me the most. My outfit squeaked as I shifted my weight from one knee to the other. I heard chain links jingle.
But I was smiling happily as I sucked on the strapon, moving it in and out of my mouth again and again. Every now and then I looked up, trying to catch Mistress' eye and show her how much I was enjoying myself. Occasionally she would look down at me, smile contently, and give me an encouraging little squeeze in my now tender breasts, causing me to moan softly.
Yes, I smiled as I continued humiliating myself. I was very happy that Mistress decided to honour me by putting a dildo in my mouth. Of course I was. Or at least I tried to be. Tried very hard.
As I teased the tip of the penetrator with my lips, I could not stop thinking about the previous night, when Mistress' two maids dragged me of to see her and the 'penalty box'. It had scared the living daylights out of me, and I was going to do anything to prevent her from sending me there.
I felt tired, as I did not get much sleep last night. The fear and dismay was still way too fresh. I was sure I would have made a run for it if I wasn't tied down to my bed. But my movements were restricted to some mere tossing and turning.
I must have fallen asleep at some point during the night, because next thing I knew was Jeanne and Bernadette standing over me, wishing me 'good morning' as they reached out for me. Startled, I tried to evade their grasping hands, but my defiance was short lived when Bernadette grabbed a nipple and twisted it around. I squealed as sharp pain shot through my chest.
“You behave, yes? Or we blindfold you,” the tall maid said. I mumbled a confirmation as I avoided their gaze.
I was hardly awake when they unchained me from the bed. They left the handcuffs on, but locked them behind my back again. Jeanne leaned down and put my three-inch sandals on my feet, closing the straps.
Bernadette linked her arm around my left one, Jeanne did the same on my right, and together they firmly marched me out of my room and towards the bathroom.
“You stand here,” Jeanne spoke as they positioned me in the middle of the bathroom. “Do not move, chéri.”
I tried to be a docile as possible, but when the women pulled my hairnet off and started to dabble with my hair, I felt very uncomfortable.
“C'est encore très bien,” Bernadette said as she plucked at my curly platinum blonde locks. Jeanne sprayed my hair with something that would apparently make it even more vibrant.
“Okay Cheryl, let's get these off you,” Jeanne said as she pulled my panties down.
“Jeanne! What are you doing?” I cried.
“Getting your clothes off, obviously,” she said with a patronizing smile. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
“I can do that myself,” I said loudly.
“Of course you can. You are a big girl, aren't you?” She said mockingly.
“Jeanne, I'm serious! Let go of... Gah!” I groaned as Bernadette twisted my nipple again. Those damned sensitive boobs!
“You be quiet now! Or do you want us to tell Madame Margot?” The tall maid said with a severe tone, looking me straight in the eyes, her nose barely an inch removed from mine. “Want her to take you to the penalty box?”
“...No...” Was all I could utter.
“Very good,” Jeanne said with an unconcerned voice as she pulled my panties down to my ankles. “Would you step out of these, chéri?” After a moment of reluctance, I heard my heels click twice.
Next was my night corset, which Jeanne quickly unlaced. Bernadette lifted my frilly babydoll and pulled it over my head and shoulders. She couldn't remove it completely due to the handcuffs, but left it folded around my wrists. Aside from my heels, I was completely naked. I felt very self-conscious.
Which became a lot worse when the two maids began cleaning me. I felt like a piece of meat as they wetted wash cloths and started to clean my skin from head to toe. I groaned at the indignity of having these women put her hands all over me. I felt tears in my eyes as Bernadette cleaned my privates. Then Jeanne cleaned my face once more, complaining about me soiling my pretty face.
When they were done they dried me with a pair of towels, followed by a liberal application of a range of of health and beauty lotions on my skin. Apparently, you should use a different product for your face than one you use on your legs...
Jeanne inspected my new breast, making sure the attachment was flawless. You could hardly even see where my real skin ended and the fake one began. Finally, completely moisturised and what not, I was ready.
They locked arms with me again, and directed me towards the door.
“Jeanne? Bernadette? What are you doing?” I asked in dismay.
“We are going to the dressing room. Doll you all up,” The raven-haired maid spoke.
“But I'm naked!” I cried.
“Don't worry,” Bernadette said. “It's not cold outside. Besides, you cannot get any smaller than you are now.” Both maids laughed. I felt more like crying as they forced me out in the hallway.
I tried to put up a brave face as I was firmly guided along the corridor. But I was very self-conscious about my nakedness, wearing only heels and handcuffs.
And my fake boobs of course, but they did not count. As completely alien they were, they had also become part of me at the same time. Without a bra, I could feel their awkward bounce as I paced forward.
Every time we turned a corner my heart skipped a beat. I was terrified that Mistress Margot would see me like this. But without encountering anyone, we came to the dressing room and the maids took me inside.
It was a large and old room. I saw furniture that was probably old when my grandparents were young, its heavily varnished wood a deep reddish colour. A massive closet covered most of the opposite wall.
They placed me on a small platform in the centre of the room, warning me not to move, and walked over to the closet.
As they opened the doors, I couldn't believe what I saw. Where the whole room had an air of muted and dignified tradition, the contents of the closet was an explosion of colours, with many different skirts and dresses ranging from demure to very frilly. This must have been Danielle's wardrobe, I surmised.
The maids ignored the dresses hanging there, but after some discussion Jeanne took out the leftmost one of the closed boxes stored on its shelves. She put it on a small table in front of me. Smiling she opened the box and showed me its contents.
My mouth was agape. They could not be serious!
I was to wear a parody of my usual outfits, which is saying something. It was fetish wear made almost completely from a combination of shiny patent leather and latex.
After showing me what to expect, my two escorts first put a white latex bra on me, tight enough for my fake nipples to be prominently displayed. Next came matching panties of the same material, which both woman had to pull hard to get it up my legs. I was horrified to notice that the item had holes in its front and backside.
“You cannot expect your Mistress to have to pull these tight knickers down every time she wants access to you,” Jeanne explained as she guided my privates through the front opening. “Now she can play with your clitty and hole without even touching the material.”
At least they had forgone giving me a plug, albeit the implications of that were unsettling too.
They prepared white stockings of the same material. They unbuckled my sandals and made me step into one, then the other, rolling them up my leg until everything up to eight inches above my knees was covered by the latex. It felt even tighter than my undies, and I could feel the stockings resist against bending my legs.
The heels were next. Lime green pumps with T-straps, that my jailers had secured on my feet with small padlocks. I suffered another indignity when Bernadette, despite my pleas, attached cuffs to my ankles with in between a chain that was hardly a foot-and-a-half long.
Then came the dress, made of patent leather. It too was green, though a bit darker than my heels. It had a very deep décolletée, so my bra and boobs were clearly visible. There was an abundant mockery of frills around the edges of the skirt, cleavage and sleeves. It was short enough to show some skin just above my stockings. Petticoats went underneath to give it a lot of volume. When Jeanne zipped me in, snapping shut another lock to fasten it, I could feel how tight it was around the shoulders.
It immediately became clear why. The sleeves were attached to the sides of the dress, which kept my upper arms against my body tightly, forcing my elbows against my sides. With straps at each sleeve, the maids fastened it even tighter, allowing only my lower arms to move.
“Miss Margot had this made specifically for you,” Jeanne said with a wide grin. “Helps you to keep your hands very ladylike.”
Not that my hands were spared, though. White latex gloves were rolled up my arms just under my elbows, and green leather cuffs were attached around my wrists. Fortunately, my hands were not bound, but the D-rings suggested that could change at any moment.
Then came a white leather waist corset that, to my surprise, went over the dress. I gasped as Bernadette pulled hard on the straps and buckled them tight. I saw the reflection of metal links on the garment, revealing its other function as bondage wear.
The penultimate item was a thick and wide collar that was fastened around my neck, also holding rings, that made turning my head difficult. The finishing touch was hanging a ballgag around my neck as a necklace.
“Just in case,” Jeanne said smirking. “Always good to be prepared.” I heard Bernadette chuckle.
The maids then directed me to a vanity table, where the two women - no way I could do it myself in this outfit - laid my makeup on thick. Literally. Bright and obvious colours. Fiery red lips, a lot of blush, dark eye shadow.
They subjected me to a cloud of strong but feminine perfume, and then were done. My attire squeaked as they got me out of my chair and placed me in front of the full length mirror. I was shocked as I saw the live-sized fetish doll in the mirror.
Almost an hour after entering I minced out of the dressing room, followed closely by the two maids who were sniggering loud enough for me to hear.
“Faster, chéri,” Jeanne urged me in a highly amused tone, poking me with a crop. “Click those heels of yours. Must not keep your Mistress waiting.”
I struggled to obey this order in my absurd attire, which made even the slightest movements awkward. I felt its tightness all over my body, the latex very unfamiliar on my skin. The heels and ankle cuffs reduced my gait to ridiculous short steps. The integrated bonds around my sleeves ensured I could only use my lower arms to keep my balance, forcing me to hold my hands outwards at my sides.
Fortunately Ingrid and Brigitt had been drilling me for two weeks now, so I somehow managed to keep my balance and make my gait look properly sissy-like.
“Très bon, ma chérie,“ Jeanne complimented “You look excellent. You wear your bonds with a grace like they are merely fancy accessories.”
“Oh Jeanne, don't you know girls like her just love being put in chains? To her they really are an accessory,” Bernadette jested.
Aside from making more humorous remarks on my appearance, the maids repeated the 'house rules' Mistress mentioned yesterday. Stay close to Mistress at all times. Otherwise ask her to assign one of the maids as an escort.
I had to entertain Mistress with my submissive and feminine behaviour and pretend as if I had some huge crush on her, so I had to be very affectionate. My speech should be very silly, to properly reflect just what an ignorant little bimbo I was. Any shortcomings would result in punishment, obviously. Possibly even being sent to the penalty box.
They further elaborated on the fact that I was still her guest, not a maid or anything, so I didn't need to clean the house like at Mistress Christina's. However, they suggested that it would certainly amuse Mistress to see me fumble around with a duster.
“As for the rest, well... You'll discover what to do soon enough,” Jeanne said with a mean tone. “I'm sure Madame will make you feel it, one way or the other. Turn left here, Cheryl.”
If that was supposed to scare me, it worked. But I had to concentrate on my hobbled gait so I did not give an outward sign.
They directed me to the other wing of the mansion, where Mistress' private drawing room was located. With every step my ankle chain tingled, my stockings squeaked and my heels clicked.
They walked me up to a door, and Jeanne knocked.
“Yes?” I hear Mistress say.
“Little miss Cheryl is here to see you, Madame,” the maid with the black hair said.
“Send her in.”
She opened the door, and Bernadette gently nudged me forward. I stepped over the threshold.
In a comfortable chair at the left sat my tormentor. Mistress Margot was again dressed in leather, but her attire seemed a bit more casual and comfortable. Yesterday's tight skirt was replaced by a looser and more voluminous one.
I minced up to her, keeping a respectable distance, then bobbed a curtsey. It was much harder with my legs in my stockings and chains.
“Good morning, Mistress,” I said as I tried to smile, hiding my nervousness. “You look wonderful today.” Well, what can I say? She did.
She looked at me with a mixture of radiant glee and wickedness.
“Why, look at you Cheryl!” Mistress said with a smile. “You are quite the sight as well. That is some outfit you are wearing. Leather and latex? You did not strike me as a girl who would like this attire. And the cuffs! Are you are into bondage, my dear?”
I hesitated for a moment. Was I into bondage? She put me in this outfit! Of course I did not say that out loud. The glint in her eyes spoke volumes, and I was not about to be sent to the penalty box. So I took a deep breath and forced myself into character. My outfit squeaked as I struck the pose that Ingrid had taught me the day before.
“Oh yes, Mistress,” I said while giggling like an idiot. “I just love being tied up. It allows my Mistress to do everything she desires to me, with me unable to do anything about it. And I want nothing more than to please my Mistress.“
Her smile grew wider. She knew I was lying, that I was afraid of her. Which was exactly how she liked it. My eyes drifted towards the crop laying across her lap. I giggled, then continued saying what she wanted to hear.
“And my clothes, they are so tight, accentuating my curves wonderfully. I can barely walk in them, but I do not mind because it makes me look very sexy. I really hope my Mistress will notice me as I mince around. I like it if Mistress watches me.” I bent over a bit further, putting more emphasis on my cleavage, then winked at her seductively.
Mistress laughed “Oh my, aren't you a cheeky little lady! Trying to seduce an old woman, sweet-talking like that.“
I brought my hand to my mouth in an expression of feigned shock. “Oh no, Mistress. I would not dare seduce an old woman. You on the other hand...” I puckered my lips.
“Really girl, you have a no shame,” she said with a smirk. “ Your mouth will get you in trouble one of these days. No wonder you carry a gag around your neck. Perhaps I should put it in right now, keep you out of trouble.”
I tried to ignore the fact my mouth was suddenly dry. I giggled instead.“If you are the one who would put it in my mouth, I would be more than happy to accept it, Mistress.”
“But I would not do it myself, my dear. I'm a high-born lady, I would not lower myself to manual labour. I have staff to do that for me.” She spoke amused. I could hear Jeanne and Bernadette snigger close behind me.
That made me feel really uncomfortable. I felt like I was treading on thin ice. One false step and Mistress would sic her maids on me.
“That is okay, Mistress. It would be enough just to know you paid attention to me,” I said.
“Aww, is that so? You simply want attention? Then come here girl. Give your Mistress a kiss. Jeanne? Bernadette? That will be all, thank you.”
I heard the two maids leave the room as I tittered up to Mistress. She did not get out of her chair, simply letting me bend over and give her a kiss on her lips. I felt one hand go around the back of my head and the other to my bra. She pulled me closer as her tongue went into my mouth, while her other hand gently fondled my breasts. I gasped at the touch. I felt myself get excited beneath my skirt.
She let go and leaned back in her chair while I postured myself in my sissy-stance. She looked at me with content. “Well, then I guess there is no harm in letting you frolic around in that attire,” she said with a wicked grin.
After our kiss, she got up from her chair and went about her business. Turned on the TV, while she checked her mail, doing nothing strange.
Which in itself was very strange indeed, and I had no idea what to think about it. She appeared to completely ignore me, save for the fact that her eyes occasionally wandered in my direction.
I saw her frown. She was getting impatient.
Then I understood. I was to not supposed to do what she said – well, I was, but not just that – I was supposed to do sissy stuff without her direction. Letting me frolic around, as she called it so colourfully.
And frolic, I did.
At first I just minced up and down the room, showing of my perfected sissy gait despite my bondage. I did not have to keep my elbows at my side, my outfit did that for me, but I swung my hands slightly and daintily with every step. My ankle chain jingled as I minced to and fro, my behind swaying seductively.
This amused Mistress. For a while, at least. It wasn't long until I saw her holding her crop again as she eyed me. I had to do something else to keep her content. I had to get creative, submerge myself further in my role as infatuated little bimbo.
I saw a spider crawling on the windowsill. It was a common garden spider, brown with some white markings. It wasn't a particularly big one either.
As a child I was always fascinated by spiders. I fearlessly picked them up to have a closer look. Sometimes I would even take them home and show my mother, much to her dismay.
But that was a long time ago. Now it looked like some horrible alien monstrosity, with eight crooked legs and a freakishly large abdomen.
I shrieked in fright.
I startled Mistress. “Cheryl?” I heard her ask. But I did not respond. As fast as my heels and chain would allow, still squealing in disgust, I fled from the beast. I somehow managed to climb a low footstool, balancing precariously as I alternated raising one leg so the spider could not possibly climb up my legs. I pushed my skirt down hard, so my vulnerable clitty was protected from the monster.
“What are you doing up there, girl?” Mistress said sternly, as she walked up to me.
“It's horrible, Mistress!” I wailed. “A spider! There on the windowsill.” I felt I was about to cry as I pointed to the brute, which Mistress probably barely saw as a tiny dark speck on the wood.
“You are afraid of a spider?” She asked incredulously as she walked to the window, fearlessly picking up the vile animal. “This little thing?”
“Please Mistress, get rid of it. It's horrible.” I felt the tears in my eyes. “Save me.”
Mistress smiled widely as she opened the window and with a flick of her wrist threw out the spider. Casually she walked towards me, and I noticed the crop she was holding in her left hand.
She offered me her hand, and gracefully I accepted it.
“You saved me, Mistress,” I said with an excited tone, eyes wide with admiration.
“Of course, my dear. I wouldn't let anything happen to my cute guest. You can come down now.” She tapped my leg with her crop.
As elegantly as possible with the ankle chain, I stepped down.
She was still smiling when I rearranged my dress, regaining my composure after the horrible experience. I felt Mistress' eyes on me, and I shyly avoided her gaze.
I bit my lip and fumbled with my fingers. I inadvertently glanced at her, and she caught me with her eyes. I wiped away a stray lock of hair from my face.
Then I suddenly kissed her on the lips.
I had surprised her; that was clear as she backed up slightly. Heck, I had surprised myself! Mistress quickly regained the initiative though, as she leaned forward, her arms wrapping around me. I could feel her tongue forcefully entering my mouth.
As she kissed me, her hand went to my breast and gently squeezed it. I felt a warm tingle radiate from it. My clitty got excited, touching the soft fabric of my petticoats underneath my skirt. And if I did not know better, it seemed Mistress was excited too. But as she pulled me closer, I knew the hardness I felt under her skirt was actually a strapon.
Without warning she released me and pulled back. “That is enough, Cheryl,” she said with a wicked grin.
I was flustered at the sudden interruption. I must have been very deep in character, because I truly felt disappointed. It must have shown on my face.
“We have all week, my dear. No need to rush.” She pinched my cheek.
I blushed. Not just from being patronized, but also realization when hit me of what just happened. Was I really scared of a spider? And I just voluntarily kissed this dreadful woman! The ease at which I had slipped into character was very concerning.
Not that I broke character though. The rest of the day I was a perfect little bimbo to my Mistress. When she showed me around the estate, I was suitably impressed. I must have sounded like a bunny being shown around the playboy mansion for the first time. I giggled and squealed at the remarkable sights of the old mansion and its large garden. The fact that Mistress would occasionally fondle me beneath my dress exacerbated it.
I asked questions a only toddler would ask. “That wall looks old. I bet it's old. Is it old, Mistress? It will not collapse, I hope.”, “That is a lovely fountain, Mistress. That marble fish looks funny. Isn't it supposed to spew water? Is it turned off?”, “What nice line-up of bronze statues, Mistress. Are they of real people? Important people? Are they family?”, “What a lovely portrait. Is that you, Mistress? How old were you when it was painted?”
She was initially very amused by my exaggerated ignorance, but at some point she sighed and rolled her eyes as she spoke: “Now I understand why you wear that gag around, my dear. You really do talk too much.”
“I am sorry, Mistress,” I answered with a conflicted giggle. “I do not want to talk too much. But I do not want to wear a gag either. Unless you want me to. Then I would love to wear it.”
“No need. I have a better idea to put that motor-mouth of yours to good use,” I couldn't suppress a nervous shudder as she grinned at me.
And shortly after that, I was kneeling in front of her, her strapon in my mouth. My lips running tightly over the length of the dildo while she was reading a magazine. It was a big magazine, and it took her a long time to finish.
After dinner she retired to the salon, and of course I joined her, trying to keep up with her pace despite being hobbled. Sitting on her sofa, drinking a cup of herbal tea, we discussed the various delights of being a sissy. I explained her at length how great it was I could wear uncomfortable and sticky latex underwear, and how I could wear to my heart's content bondage that bound my arms and legs.
At some point, she interrupted my babbling and asked me a question.
“Tell me, Cheryl,” Mistress said. “Are you a boy or a girl?”
I was a bit perplexed by this question, because she already knew the answer. “Neither, Mistress. I am a sissy. I look and dress like a girl, but I can never grow up to be a woman.” I smiled my dutiful smile as I spoke.
“But if you were to choose between the two, you'd be a girl then?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. I have some boyish... features... But I look like a girl, walk like a girl and talk like a girl. So I must be a girl.”
“Well, there is one way to find out for sure,” she said with a wicked smile. She twirled around the crop she had been carrying around all day.
“Mistress?” I asked confused.
Her content smile that she had worn all day was suddenly gone. Her eyes were wicked now. Malicious even. I started to get anxious.
“You see, Cheryl. In my life I've known both men and women. And the differences between the two aren't nearly so obvious as you might imagine.”
She looked me up and down, then smiled mockingly. “Well, perhaps you could imagine it quite well. But there is one thing that invariably separates men from women.”
“Which is, Mistress?” I asked wondering.
She chuckled. “Even at their best men can only orgasm two times in a row. Tops. After which they get soft and ask you if it was the best fuck you've ever had. Then they turn around and fall asleep. Not that I blame them, It's just the way a man works. 'La petite mort', it is called. The little death.”
A dreamy expression came over her face. “But women... Oh, we are blessed with multiple orgasms. We can go on forever.”
She focussed on me again, the wickedness radiating from her face. “So you are saying that a sissy-boy like you is actually a girl? Prove it then! Have more than two orgasms.”
“What? Right now, Mistress?” I asked incredulously.
“Sure, why not.” She tilted her head a bit. “You know what? Let's make this interesting. We are going to make a game out of it. You are to orgasm three times as a sissy. If you do, you win. As your prize I'll allow you to watch TV for an hour without me bothering you. If you lose, we'll spend that time in the penalty box.”
I gasped. A cold shiver went down my spine.
“Any questions? No? Good. Let the game begin,” she said grinning.
I hesitated, unsure what to do. Did she really just ask me to play with myself?
Mistress watched me expectantly, clearly amused by my discomfort.
I took a deep breath and tried to smile. With my hand I reached under my skirt.
Pain shot through my hand. I shrieked as painful heat radiated from the spot where Mistress' crop had hit my skin.
“WHAT do you think you are doing, Cheryl?” She sneered.
I felt tears in my eyes as I rubbed my sore skin. “Mistress? You just told me to...”
“No cheating! You must orgasm as a sissy,” she said severely. “You may play with your little hole, your boobs, your mouth, but do not touch your clitty. That right belongs to your Mistress alone.”
My jaw dropped. She couldn't be serious! I was to come three times in a row without actually touching my privates?
“Well, what are you waiting for? Giving up already?”
“No, Mistress...” I said uncertainly.
“Go on then. If you take too long, you'll forfeit the game.” Her smile was disconcerting.
Slowly, reluctantly, I did as I was told. My hands went up to my breasts, and I began to rub them.
“Good place to start,” Mistress commented with a smug tone.
I gently pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts through the latex of my bra, the clamps underneath transmitting the feeling to my real chest. I felt something radiate from my bosom. I closed my eyes as I worked, feeling something tingle in my clitty.
And soon my hands began to find their way to other parts of my body. My outfit squeaked as my latex gloves stroked my stockings. Mistress kept close watch, but did not mind me touching the insides of my thighs. I don't know when I put my fingers in my mouth, but I tasted the flavour of the material as I slowly sucked on it. I hear Mistress chuckle.
I did not want to, but I knew it had to be done. When my gloved finger was wet enough, I got on my knees, my torso leaning against the back of the sofa, and my heels sticking out over the cushion, chain dangling slack in between. I lifted my skirt at the back and my finger found the opening at the back of my panties. I gasped as my finger found its mark. Mistress grunted approvingly.
I think I moaned as one hand teased my breasts, the other my behind. I felt how hard my clitty was, the soft material of the petticoat tickling its tip.
I did not notice that Mistress was suddenly behind me. “Do not make a mess, dear,” she said as she reached around me, lifting my skirt. I felt her put something around my clitty; a condom most likely.
At some point my body shuddered as I came. I felt tired as I withdrew from myself.
“That's one down, two to go,” Mistress spoke cheerfully.
The second time was more difficult. I stroked, touched and teased, but using my hands just wasn't enough anymore. My fear of the penalty box was rising.
Mistress laughed at my increasing desperation. “Don't worry, Cheryl. You may use these.”
In my left hand she put a dildo. In my right a vibrator.
What can I say? I used them on both ends. And it worked. Eventually.
“Just one more,” Mistress said grinning.
“Yes Mistress, “ I replied. But I felt tired. Drained. I felt I could no longer lift my toys. I told Mistress.
She raised her left eyebrow. “Are you giving up?” She asked me.
“No Mistress!” I said frightened “I can orgasm again. It's just... I'm just a sissy. I do not... er... have the... strength... yes, the strength to hold my toys for long.”
She smiled. “Nice save, my dear. Tell you what? I will help.”
“You would?” I asked surprised.
She shrugged as she smiled patronizingly. “I never said you couldn't ask me for assistance.” Then her eyes grew stern. “But keep in mind I'm not some man who will just put his cock in you. You will have to tempt me, and then keep me interested.”
I nodded. I took a deep breath and tried to gather whatever energy I had left. Thoughts of the penalty box drifted around in the back of my head, but I ignored them. I forced a smile on my face.
I got on my hands and knees and, in spite of my bonds, I slowly crawled over the couch towards Mistress, smiling lustful and seductively. Mistress returned my smile with a voracious one.
“Oh Mistress, you look so strong tonight. So powerful,” I said. “And I am so weak. A weak little sissy. May I feel your power inside me?”
Part of me couldn't believe I was asking this woman to put her strapon in me, but that part was quickly silenced by my desire to avoid the penalty box.
“You want my power, my dear?” She replied. “What would I get in return?”
I crawled up to her. “Anything you can claim, Mistress.” Then I kissed her on the lips. This she had anticipated, and her tongue was waiting for me. One of her hands went op to my boobs. The other still held the crop, and she guided its tip beneath my skirt. I shivered as I felt the mean item touch my privates, but she just slowly tickled my clitty with it.
“No. It will be something I'll give you...” She said ominously.
It wasn't easy with my bound arms, but I reached under her leather skirt and lifted its hem, revealing the strapon underneath. I withdrew from her lips and lowered my head.
“Christina taught you very well,” she said as my head went up and down slowly.
I looked up into her eyes, smiling thankfully with the tip of the dildo still in my mouth. Then continued.
I withdrew my mouth, then said: “Mistress, you are so powerful. So long, and so hard...” I quickly put my lips around the penetrator again.
She put her hand on the back of my head. “Cheryl, if I valued your judgement, I would take that dildo out of your mouth,” she admonished, but she didn't sound annoyed.
When the strapon was wet and slick, she pulled my head back and turned me around on the sofa. I was on all fours as she knelt behind me, lifting my skirt and petticoats. I felt her put the tip though the opening of my latex panties, pressing it against my hole.
She applied pressure, my chain jingling as I kicked my legs slightly, and then entered me. She started rocking back and forth, then slowed down.
“I told you to keep me interested, sissy,” she said severely. “Do not just kneel there. Be active.”
I thought about that for a moment. She had impaled me on her strapon. What could I possibly do in this position?
Well, I could humiliate myself further, I concluded. “Mistress, you are so long, and so hard...” I said sweetly.
“Better, but hardly original,” she spoke chuckling, then increased her pace again.
I followed her motions, until one hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me against her. The tip of her crop stroked the side of my face, then went down to my breasts.
She gave my nipple a short but sharp tab, making me yelp. I didn't hurt much, but it startled me. I pulled forward, but Mistress pulled me back again.
The next strike hit my thigh. “Ow! Mistress!” I squealed.
Immediately after, I gasped as she pushed hard, the dildo going in deep. “It is just a love tap, my dear. My price for helping you. Do not fight it,” Mistress said as she pulled back again.
And I didn't. But I did squirm and squeal and kick and groan as she struck me repeatedly. And Mistress loved it, each time rewarding me with a combination of soft touches and deep thrusts.
It was so unreal. She was screwing my little hole with her dildo, hitting me with her crop, her hands all over me. By all rights I should be weeping, but I was getting excited. I felt warmth flow through my body and the pounding of my heart seemed to echo in my mind.
I don't know when I stopped squealing and started spurring on my Mistress.
“Mistress, you are so long! And so hard!” I yelled as she took me from behind. I heard her laugh victoriously.
She kept laughing as she pumped me, and was still laughing as I came.
I was completely drained and barely noticed her removing my condom. She sat me down on her lap, smiling gleefully as she kissed me on the lips. I tried to smile but was too tired to make it look sincere. She looked me in the eyes. “Congratulations, my dear! You've won. You are a girl. I never doubted that even for a moment.”
Mistress was true to her word. She gave me another kiss and turned on the television for me, leaving the room soon after. I was just sitting on the couch, not really looking at the Swiss show that I couldn't understand anyway.
I felt pretty relieved though. I had managed to avoid the penalty box. For now, at least. And I did orgasm more often in one night than I ever had before. Still, Mistress hardly looked surprised at my victory. Or disappointed for that matter. And it was only the first day of a long week...
Jeanne and Bernadette came to collect me exactly one hour later. I was escorted to my room and prepared for bed. They stripped me of my outfit and removed my false breasts and nipple clamps. If I had hoped I could spend the night without them, I was sorely mistaken. After inspecting my real nipples and applying an ointment, the clamps were reattached, and so were the breasts.
After cleaning me up and putting me in my night corset and babydoll, Bernadette tied me down to the bed again. I do not know it was my fatigue or simple resignation with my fate, but I did not resist or complain.
Mistress came to kiss me good night.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself today, Cheryl. I certainly did. Tomorrow will be even better. I promise.” Her smile was frightening.