Once again I recieved an excellent response to the story questions. I am very thankful for that, and for the words of encouragement of Bea, Carrie and others. I only wish that my writing was as good as my interactive story idea is, but there is not too much that i can do about that. Perhaps we can convince Bea to write an interactive story! I would love to read that. I did participate in another tea this weekend. I hope to write about the event on my blog soon. I would just like to tell a single anecdote which illustrates what happens when you take on the role of a serving maid in a real context of dominant females.
As we were setting up for the tea, there were some problems and I was working hard and quickly along with others to make sure that things were set up before the guests arrived. At this point a young Domme not associated with the tea called me over to a table by beckoning and saying "sissy". When i got over there she pointed out a knife that was pointing out rather than in, and then went on to lecture me about the importance of every small detail. a humiliating dressing down for a small mistake that i dont even think i made by someone who shouldnt care. In "real life". I would have been ill tempered. But here i swallowed the humiliation, (actually i enjoyed it). When a Domme corrects a maid, who is right? She is of course! Yes Maam. Thank you Maam was my reply as i went about making sure no other pieces were slightly askew. I think Jennifer will learn this lesson as well.
Ere is the next installment. The answers to the last set of questions should be obvious from the story. There were no close votes. The answer to the last question will be incorporated in the next installment. I dont want to reveal what happens when Mrs Garner and Donna return until that time.
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ROBERT MEETS THE MAIDSTAFF PART 2
Now I saw
that Alice was in the room as well as Marsha and Miss Hancock. She asked
“ Is
Jennifer going to help us with laundry this evening Maam. “
Miss Hancock turned me around so I was
red-faced and facing Alice . She was a big
woman, strong and ruddy. She looked at me with an amused grin.
“Yes. I think that is a wonderful idea.” And Miss Hancock turned to me.
“Jennifer
empty the various hampers in the bedrooms and bring the clothes down to the
laundry in the basement. When you have
done that come up to my room. We need to
prepare for this evening”
I wasn’t
sure what that meant, but I didn’t want to risk any more spanks… my bottom was
sore. I felt ashamed. Shouldn’t I at
least ask why everyone assumed that I should do maid’s work. But I sid nothing except
“Yes Miss Hancock”
And I began
to collect the laundry from the bedrooms.
I could not help but notice the
differences in the laundry that I retrieved.
Ms Garner’s, Donna’s, Miss
Hancock’s and Alice and Marsh’s thrown
together. The various skirts slacks and
tops.. but mostly I could not help but examine the bra’s and panties.. The delicacy and expense of Mrs
Garner’s, The slutty bra and panty
choices that were in the maid’s hamper, which I assumed belonged to the younger
Maid Marsha. These delicates sent my
imagination dancing. It would not be so
bad to handle and launder these intimate garments. And so I completed the task and returned to
Miss Hancock’s room She had ordered.
The door
was closed, and when I knocked, I was surprised to see the door opened by
Marsha, the young maid. She smiled, and
beckoned me in. I could see Miss Hancock
sitting in a large stuffed chair and beyond Her, Alice was removing something from the
large dresser against the far wall.
“Come
in, Jennifer” Mrs Hancock called me forward.
“I have put the dirty clothes in the laundry Maam”, I volunteered.
“I hope you
didn’t abuse young Marsha’s things
Jennifer” Both Marsha and I blushed
furiously. I felt utterly guilty and
yet I hadn’t done a thing!
N…no Maam I
stuttered, as Miss Hancock smiled her beguiling smile.
“Well
Jennifer”. She continued. “We still
have three days before the Mistress and your fiancé return. I know how you adore pretending to be one
of the maids, so I think you should be granted this privilege until Madame’s
return. So you shall be a maid for the
next few days Jennifer.”
I felt an
undeniable excitement in my panties, which was blessedly hidden by my
skirt. Had she even asked this as a
question? I simply stood there, afraid
to look Her in the eye, afraid of what she would see.
I am not sure Maam. Surely I must be returned to my status as Donna’s
boyfriend. I don’t think Donna or
particularly Mrs Garner would approve of
my playing at being a maid. They might
misunderstand.”
She
smiled “ Very thoughtful Jennifer. You are very right. We should not do anything to upset Donna and
her dear Mother. I have been at her
service some twenty years. Do you think I would jeopardize that just to indulge the fantasies
of a little sissy boy”
It was hard
to argue with Miss Hancock. “Well… as
long as … things return to normal by the time they return… i….i don’t see any
harm.” I was trembling with
nervousness, and terrible excitement..
“I didn’t
think you would” as Miss Hancock, Alice and Marsha all laughed together.
Come Come…
let’s get started… “Alice . Are Jennifer’s
things laid out on my bed”
“Yes
Miss!”
Very
good. Marsha, Alice .. take Jennifer into the shower. We need to get her ready.
They all sprung into action. It was like a whirlwind of feminine movement
as I was guided into the shower.
Stripped right in front of them despite my feeble protests…
Marsha
rubbed a foul smelling depilatory on my legs, chest and arms. I was so confused it was a few minutes before
I realized… I was going to have no hair on my body, and still wouldn’t 3 days
from now!
“But
..but”..
“No buts sissy”.. as Alice guided me into the shower naked and
turned on the water. I was so
embarrassed. I was completely
erect… She certainly noticed and directed
a jet of cold water at my member, it rapidly deflated.. along with my dwindling
courage.
I was
roughly scrubbed by Alice and then directed to Marsha for drying. I could look at neither one of them, so
ashamed was I at my timidity before them, and they were all business.
Soon I was
dried, my skin tingling, and my longish hair teased and dried as well. Sandwiched between Alice in the lead and
Marsha behind, I was marched back into the presence of Miss Hancock, my hands, trying to provide some modesty I
was placed before Her, keeping my eyes
averted.
“Now, we
shall dress you as a proper maid!”
She said it
shaking her long black tresses with delight.
“
Ladies!”
She commanded and they sprang into
action. Marsha stood on one side of her
holding a pair of lace trimmed white satin panties, delicious in their femininity. And Alice stood on her left side, holding a
pair of pink satin panties with delicate ribbons gracing the panty legs, and
exquisite lace trimming the waist. I
stared at them hungrily..
We have
gotten you your own panties, Jennifer, two pairs! So you can launder your
panties, and still be delightfully pantied at all times. Which shall you wear now.”
She looked
up at me now.. noticing my intense glance in Alice ’s direction, as my privates gave me
away… causing me to blush.
“Oh of
course! Why do I bother to ask. “She laughed
..” pink satin, ribbons and lace!
These panties scream sissy! Alice proceed to panty Jennifer
please.
I was to be
pantied by the maid! I was amazed at
what was happening.
“And
Jennifer, I know that little sissy boys
have great problems with self control.
But I warn you to keep your mind on your duties and not your little
pantied peeny! Or there will be trouble.
For now. Put that thing between
you legs! So that Alice can properly panty you without your
looking like a grotesque!”
In shame, I
held my twitching member back between my legs, as a smiling Alice had me step into the silken undies,
and pulled them up. They were
surprisingly tight, and the satin knickers as She tugged them into place,
actually kept my member pulled up and out of sight, leaving only a girlish
mound.
“That’s
better! ” Miss Hancock said. “ And now your matching bra.. a little girlish trainer! “
and
suddenly Marsha was putting my arms through a lacy pink bra, and in a moment it
was fastened. I was properly encased in
the wispy training bra, Alice and Marsha were all around me.. so close I could
smell their delightful perfumes, and I strained in my panties at each touch,
but the panties held me tight and kept me modest.
“And now
look at this Jennifer! Your first
corset! “
Miss
Hancock was standing now, holding a
white satin garment, which looked soft and unyielding at the same time. It was place around me, as Miss Hancock did
the stays in the front, looking at me with a her dark smoky eyes. And Alice began to lace me in. within a minute I felt the constriction of
this unyielding garment.
“Miss Hancock
I complained. None of the other gir”…
stopping myself.. “maids wear corsets! “ Why must I?”
I whined.
I blushed
realizing the unmanly figure I must have
made. Whining about my tight corset,
standing between maid’s in bra and panties.
“Hush” she said with some irritation.
“ The other
“girls” are girls.. not sissy, and they already have lovely feminine figures,
and your endless stares at them the past few days readily attest. You on
the other hand are a “boy” and need all the help you can get. Complaints from maids are not
tolerated. In the future, it will be
punished “
I felt
myself surrendering inside. I didn’t
want to risk punishment. After all it
was only a few days. And well I couldn’t ignore my excitement, even though it
was not particulary evident through my panties.
I felt the laces tightening around me like a vise as Marsha steaded me,
and Alice continued to pull. I would be unable to bend at all..to pick
things up, I would have to bend from my knees!
Now they
could sense my surrender, and the dressing went by in a blur. First garters were attached to the corset,
and silky stockings drawn up my now hairless legs. A
black satin dress was pulled over my head like the dresses that Alice and
Marsha wore. A fluffy petticoat was
pulled up under my skirt. While none of
the other maid’s wore petticoats, I was wise enough now not to question this
choice. I feared I would be put in
skyscraper heels, and was relieved, when my black pumps displayed on small 2
inch heels. Now I stood in front of Miss
Hancock who had seated herself once more.
As she
began to speak, Marsha was tying an
apron around my waist, fastening it with a big floppy bow.
Maid
Jennifer. In a few moments you will be
shown your new quarters in the room with the other maids. When you get there, you will see to your
makeup. I don’t want you looking like a
clown, if you need help, you may ask it of Alice or Marsha. Now
you shall be capped, as I explain the rules of your service. She produced a silly pink lace trimmed head
band, not at all the white caps that the
other maids wore!
“All maids
under my supervision wear the white cap.
As you can see, you will wear the
pink headpiece of an apprentice maid until you show that you are capable of
independent action.”
As she
spoke a grinning Alice , placed the headpiece on my head.
“An
apprentice maid is subject to all maids.
So you will obey the commands of Marsha and Alice as if they were my own. Failure to carry out orders will be
punished, as Alice or Marsha see fit.
For minor transgressions I will not be involved. But…”
And now she
held me by the chin as Alice pushed me forward, If the transgression is deemed serious, then I
shall be informed, and I shall determine punishment. My punishments will be severe sissy, I recommend
being a good little maid and working to the best of your abilities. Now curtsey to your superiors, and scurry off
to your room to put on your makeup.
Blushing
furiously, I attempted a clumsy curtsy
to Marsha.. a mere girl of 18 whose commands I would now be subject to… and
then to Alice .. who obviously viewed my clumsiness with disapproval. I greatly feared being subject to that
Amazon, as I felt the vise grip of the corset she had delighted in encasing me
in.
Finally I
curtsied to Miss Hancock., head lowered,
entranced by the shine of her black patent leather pumps, as I executed
my third clumsy curtsy, barely keeping from stumbling. Mercifully, they did not say a word, only
Miss Hancock who dismissed me with by swishing me away with her hand.
I hurried
away to my new quarters, happy that I had
escaped punishment for the moment. I
feared that my good fortune would not last.
To be continued
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To be continued
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1 comment:
Wonderful, Belinda, Robert/Jennifer’s decent into domestic servitude at the hands of Miss Hancock and the maids is exquisite. His realisation that he will still be hairless in 3 days has given him a shock. Love the piece where his is only left with “a girlish mound . Your description of his dressing and his curtsying are excellent. You’re writing is excellent, great tension between his current situation and knowing his mother in law and fiancée will soon return. Really like where you’re taking us.
Re your last visit with the dommes. The dressing down by the young lady over a piece of cutlery was exactly how a Victorian or Edwardian lady would upbraid the offending maid. Much more erotic than a phoney spanking. I could only imagine( and envy) your humiliation. Thanks so much for sharing.
Carrie
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