Hi All
Below is Part 4 of Amongst Women. Thanks as usual to all
those who took the time to comment, it’s great to hear what people make of it(
good or bad) and I appreciate it so much. Thanks also to those who’ve expressed
their interest in reading more. I’ve said before I wish Jack was a little older
- in truth I see him as at least 17 even though Bea had him at 14/15 otherwise
parts of this story could be construed as abuse- at times I’m a little
uncomfortable writing parts of it. Having said that as a 15 year old I would
have loved to have had his experiences.
I mentioned in my
Story Update post that this chapter was a little longer than the last one ,
well turns out it’s a lot longer –almost by a third. I’m not a big fan of
really long episodes – short attention span – and I tried to edit it to about
the usual 5500- 6500 words but I would have to rewrite whole sections and that would
take far too long. For better or worse I just got sucked in to parts where I
probably should have been more disciplined about following a different path. I
promised it within a week of the post- so I let it be. I reckon the next
chapter will close this particular storyline not sure when I’ll be able to
finish it, I’ll try to get it done asap but realistically it will be at least a month- well I’m being a bit
presumptuous that is of course if people like or want it. This chapter may well
be a turkey. Hope I corrected all the typos.
Anyway enough drivel.
Part 4 is below – let me know what you think.
Carrie
Amongst Women Chapter 4
by Carrie P
Thoughts of
rebellion disappeared when the tinny sound of the servant’s bell reached his
new domain below stairs, another stark reminder as if he needed one of his new
lowly status in the household. Spending time and chatting with the girls he had
lifted his mood but now he had returned to his place of confinement and
servitude he would have to revert to servant mode once more. He made his way to
the living room with a heavy heart.
“You rang
Madam” he said almost forgetting to curtsy but instinct kicked in and he remembered
just in time.
“Yes
Elizabeth and I have been ringing for several minutes. You were told we would
return at eight thirty it is now eight forty. What have you to say for yourself
girl”
Jack noticed
Pamela sitting next to her mother with a smirk on her face. He genuinely had
not heard the bell and under different circumstances would have lashed out. He
was in no position to argue he lowered his eyes.
“I’m sorry
Madam, I forgot my watch.” he said nervously.
“I see it’s
not the only thing you’ve forgotten” Pamela chipped in.
Jack looked
blankly at the two women.
“Your cap
and apron!” Mrs Quinn said helpfully.
“I’m sorry
Madam” Jack stammered cursing himself “when I heard the bell I rushed to answer
it and forgot to put them on”
“Forgetfulness
in a new maidservant is not a very good trait Mother” Pamela smugly informed
her mother.
“Quite right
Pamela” she agreed.
Jack was
getting increasingly nervous and tried to remedy the situation.
“I’m very
sorry Madam, it won’t happen again” he said and curtsied for good measure.
“I sincerely
hope it doesn’t” Mrs Quinn said.
“It won’t
Madam, Thank you Madam” Jack said and curtsied to show his remorse and
gratitude.
“But I feel
you need a reminder to ensure we don’t have a reoccurrence. It’s most important
that servant girls are always available to their mistress when on duty and most
importantly properly dressed at all times. Tardiness in a maid should be
discouraged. Don’t you agree?”
Jack again
looked blankly at them but felt he had no choice but to agree.
“Yes Madam”
“The
umbrella stand in the hallway contains a number of canes and paddles bring the
paddle with the blue handle.” Mrs Quinn ordered.
Jack stood
rooted to the spot not believing what he had heard.
“Quickly
girl or it will be worse for you” she snapped.
Jack
returned with the paddle his hand shaking as he handed it to her.
“As this is
your first offence I won’t be too hard on you, now bend over the chair and
raise your dress like a good girl” she said in a softer tone.
Jack still
in a daze and with no recourse to appeal did as commanded, draping himself over
the chair he sheepishly pulled his slip and dress over his hips. Pamela
positioned herself on the couch opposite, their faces within a few feet of each
other.
“You will
receive 10 light strokes and do not move from your position until you are given
permission. After each stroke you will repeat the following
‘A maid must
be capped and aproned at all times’
“Is that
clear?”
“Yes Madam”
Jack responded meekly, his face now within inches of Pamela’s. Despite the tears welling up he noticed her
breathing quicken and as it did so her breasts very noticeably rose and fell
with each inhale and exhale.
WHACK -the
first stroke landed, the flat loud noise of the paddle landing on his rear end
rang out in the church like silence of the living room however the formidable
girdle he had been forced to wear softened the paddle’s impact and it barely
registered with Jack.
“A maid must
be capped and aproned at all times” he said as demanded.
WHACK the
second stroke landed and again the noise affected Jack more than the actual
stroke itself.
“A maid must
be capped and aproned at all times” he sobbed, degradation now washing over him,
he felt unable to hold back the tears any longer and sobbed as he heard himself
utter the humiliating words. He never thought he would hear himself say it but
he was grateful that he was wearing such a ghastly garment as his girdle
otherwise the pain would have been much worse.
And so it
went on Mrs Quinn delivering the humiliating blows, Jack repeating the shameful
phrase and Pamela delighting in his tearful, compliant and submissive demeanour
After he
uttered the demeaning words for the tenth time he was allowed up as he quickly
rearranged his slip and dress, she handed him a handkerchief with her
embroidered initials.
“Now dry
your eyes and you may keep my handkerchief as a memento. I do hope that I won’t
have to do this again Elizabeth it’s not a pleasant experience for either of us
but hopefully you won’t be so forgetful in the future.”
“No Madam”
Jack said and for some reason curtsied and added “Thank you Madam”
“Elizabeth
was very brave, wasn’t she Pamela?” she said.
Because of
the tears of shame running down his cheeks during his punishment Jack was
unable to discern the look on Pamela’s face however he now noticed her flushed
facial expression and her breathing had quickened somewhat. Even though she was
seated she seemed to be rocking gently forward and back with her thighs held
tightly together.
“Y…yes….yes…
very brave mother” Pamela said her voice cracked and barely audible.
Jack thought
what’s wrong with her I’m the one who got the spanking.
Mrs Quinn returned to Jack.
“Very well
then Elizabeth you may go. Put on your apron and cap and return to the kitchen
and wait until I ring for you.”
Jack curtsied
and quickly made for the door but Mrs Quinn stopped him in his tracks just as
he reached it.
“Oh
Elizabeth”
“Yes Madam”
he croaked wondering what he had done now.
“Please
return the implement to where you got it.” she said, pointing at the paddle she
had placed on the chair.
Having to
walk across the room and retrieve the instrument of his chastisement under the
commanding gaze of Mrs Quinn was a cause of further embarrassment. As he picked
it up he observed that Pamela’s expression seemed to have returned to its usual
one of disdain. He curtsied but decided to make sure and wait until he received
a direct signal he could now leave. Mrs Quinn duly gave him an approving nod,
he again curtsied and left.
Having got
rid of the paddle he returned to his room and donned the hated cap and apron,
he also decided that he’d better replace the flats with his heels.
He was left
in the kitchen for quite some time before the now horrible sound of his
mistress’s bell assail his ears summoning him to present himself. Madam and Miss
Pamela required tea, a ritual to which he was becoming used to. He returned and
expertly arranged the tea service on the table in front of them, curtsied and
removed himself to his designated position at the window while they sipped
their tea and engaged in small talk as if nothing out of the ordinary had just
happened. Finally Madam spoke.
“You may
clear away now Elizabeth and after you have completed whatever maids do in the
kitchen report to my room, it is the one next to yours.”
“Mother I
want him to attend me.” Pamela snorted in a sullen voice.
“That would
not be appropriate at this time Pamela, perhaps when she is sufficiently
trained I may consider it. Now off you go to bed”
Still reeling from his recent degrading
experience, Madam’s reference to him as “she” did not have as much of an
irritating effect as it had done previously and he certainly wasn’t going to
object and risk another paddling. Jack left for the kitchen which seemed to
becoming his second home and he thought from his conversations with his fellow
maids earlier this was where they seemed to spend much of their time when they
were not performing their servant’s duties in other parts of the house.
“Oh shit” he
said out loud “I called them ‘fellow maids’ if I’m not careful I might end up
thinking like one.”
After he had
finished in the kitchen he made his way to Mrs Quinn’s bedroom, the clicking of
his heels echoing through the stillness of the house. What does she want with
me at this stage he mused, probably just want to let me know what’s happening
tomorrow, he thought. He was grateful that she had dismissed Pamela’s
suggestion immediately, he could only imagine what she would have done,
probably tried to give him another paddling. He figured he’d better make sure
everything was perfect he didn’t want to go through that again. Standing in
front of the mirror in the hall he made sure his uniform was immaculate, he
adjusted his apron slightly and ensured there was a nice bow at the back, he
removed his cap and smoothened his hair then replaced the cap to his
satisfaction and before he could stop himself gave a little twirl just like he
saw girls do when checking themselves. Even though no one observed him he
blushed at what he had just done and admonished himself for such a flourish of
femininity. He hurried up the stairs, the tightness and length of the girdle
beneath his dress restricting his stride so that he had to take more steps to
cover the same distance. He knew he looked ridiculous mincing along like one of
those bimbos in heels he often saw at the mall.
He nervously
knocked at Madam’s door and waited until he heard her say
“Enter”
The room was
much larger than his and dominated by a very large antique bed covered in a
pale rose satin quilt with several matching pillows arranged over the bolster.
Comfortable chairs stood either side of the large bay window and a chaise
longue sat at the end of the bed. The overall effect was one of understated
luxury and very feminine. For the first time he noticed that there was an
interconnecting door between the rooms. Madam sat at her dressing table
removing her jewellery when he entered. He curtsied automatically, Mrs Quinn
remarked with quiet satisfaction to herself that curtsying was now becoming a
more or less natural act for him. She gave him a warm smile and beckoned him to
approach.
“Despite
your little faux pas this evening Elizabeth which by the way is now behind us,
I want you to know I am very pleased with you. You have exceeded all my
expectations I doubt if anyone could have done as well.” she said in a soft
voice.
Jack was
delighted, on entering he didn’t know what to expect and now Madam had heaped
lavish praise on him. He was so relieved he curtsied again.
“Thank you
Madam” he replied a faint hint of pride in his voice.
“As you may
be aware up to now you have been performing duties usually associated with a
house or parlour maid and you have done them very well I may add” she
congratulated him again “however now you will attend me on a more individual or
intimate level. Do you know what name is given to a maidservant who undertakes
such a personal service to her mistress?”
Jack, too ashamed
to admit he knew the answer lied
“No Madam”
“Oh
Elizabeth you have so much to learn and I do look forward to training you” she
gushed enthusiastically before giving him the answer “a lady’s maid.”
‘A lady’s maid!, training!’ he thought I
really don’t like the sound of that at all, this was only meant to last a few
hours, a day at the outside and then only to help Pamela with her stupid play
and to get Miss Strang and his mother off his back in doing something for the
school. Now Madam wants to train me to be a lady’s maid. Am I the only sane one
here?
“You may as
well begin now, come here and help undress me, start with the buttons at the back of my blouse.” she
ordered.
The memory
of performing a similar function with Rose came suddenly to mind and he
remembered that she had a more lenient attitude towards him when he carried out
his duties in a compliant and docile manner. If she was pleased with his
attitude he may be able to broach the subject of getting his clothes back and
leave after the rehearsal tomorrow. He undid the buttons as ordered and she
slipped it off to reveal a grey satin slip beneath, he could discern the broad
straps of what he knew to be a corselette underneath. She casually let the
blouse drop to the floor and said
“Now unzip
my skirt.”
He unzipped
the grey pencil skirt which he had to gently tug to help free it from her hips
before it too joined the blouse on the floor. She stepped out of the crumpled
skirt, at once and without being told he bent to gather both items and after
folding lay them on the bed. This did not go unnoticed by Mrs Quinn, in an
enthusiastic voice she beamed
“Excellent
Elizabeth a good lady’s maid knows instinctively what her mistress requires of
her. You would not believe how long it took me to break-in some girls. I think
you will be so much easier to train and you’re a boy.”
He had no
doubt Madam had meant this as a compliment but he was devastated by her words.
It was obvious that even though a lady’s maid was a female occupation she now
considered him a much better candidate for the position than a girl. The
expression on her face seemed to convey a form of admiration for his aptitude
for his new vocation and her words were delivered in such a warm and
affectionate tone he immediately deduced that she required an appropriate
response. There was only one answer and he delivered it in a somewhat deflated
voice
“Thank you
Madam”
“Now help me
out of my slip” she said reverting to mistress mode.
He slipped
of the shoulder straps and followed the same procedure as before, she stood before
him in a white open bottomed corselette with satin panels front and rear, and
her large breasts encased in their lace cups the six attached garters holding
up her stockings. Even though he had been in her presence for several hours he
was nevertheless taken aback by the statuesque figure clad now only in her
foundation wear. As he laid the slip on the bed the phone rang and without
instruction he lifted the receiver.
“Good
evening, the Fairfax residence” he announced remembering that this was Madam’s
sister’s house.
He
recognised the voice at the other end establishing his identity.
“Yes Madam,
Elizabeth Mrs Quinn’s maid”
“Ah yes
Elizabeth, Emily’s new maid fetch your mistress girl.” Miss Fairfax snapped.
“Miss
Fairfax Madam” he said handing the phone to her thinking what a dragon.
She took the
phone and sitting on the bed began her conversation.
“Yes
Georgina, Princess was taken for her walk. Of course Georgina …” the chatter
went on as Jack just stood there not knowing what to do.
“Just a
moment Georgina, Elizabeth hang up my blouse and skirt in the walk-in closet
and put my slip in my lingerie drawer” she ordered with a wave of her hand and
returned to her conversation “oh you know how it is with new girls I’m still only
breaking her in.
Jack heard
the words knowing they were describing him and filled with shame as he made his
way to the closet. She was still jabbering on when he returned, he caught her
eye and without interrupting her conversation she motioned him to get down on
his knees and undo the ankle straps on her heels. Silently he adopted this subservient
position and performed his latest menial assignment while she carried on as if
this was the most natural thing in the world. After he had removed her shoes he
began to get up but again and without interrupting the flow of her chat with
her sister she signalled him with a cursory wave of her hand to remain on his
knees. She stood up and still talking to Miss Fairfax pointed to her garters indicating
him to unclasp them from her stocking tops. From his demeaning position his
face was level with her groin and could smell her natural feminine odour
wafting up his nostrils, his hands trembled slightly as he set delicately about
his task. After he had finished she sat down on the bed and without prompting
he rolled each of the stockings down her legs. She concluded the conversation
with her sister shortly afterwards.
“You may get
up now Elizabeth and unzip and help me out of my corselette” she announced.
His
experience with Rose was certainly helping as he unzipped the corselette from
the rear and began pulling it down her body, a pair of white almost translucent
panties covered her ample but firm buttocks. As with Rose this part of his
education while undoubtedly demeaning for any male also allowed a proximity to
the female body which males his age could only fantasize about. The only
unfortunate downside to this was the intense frustration that he could not
touch the growing organ between his legs, the best he could do was discretely
press his knees and thighs together in order to gain some relief and hope she
would not spot his gyrations. With her back to him she told him to fetch her
robe. He placed her perfumed nightgown and peignoir in the bathroom as
instructed and was given a list of things to do while she showered.
After
showering she emerged from the bathroom and sat at her dressing table. He
immediately took up position next to her to await instructions. She handed him
her hairbrush
“You may
brush my hair” she said as if she was doing him a great favour adding “sixty
perhaps seventy strokes ….slowly.”
He took the
ivory handled brush and standing behind her began to brush her lustrous thick shoulder
length dark brown hair and as he did so he felt a tingle run through his body
and again he had to cautiously press his knees together to gain some semblance
of relief from the surge between his legs. He found himself actually enjoying
his task inhaling her wonderfully fragrant perfumed hair while gently stroking
her magnificent mane. He was lost in this latest feminine activity when her
voice suddenly interrupted his rhythm
“Have you
done this before Elizabeth?”
“No Madam”
he replied.
“No I don’t
suppose boys do this to each other. You really are very good at it, not too rough but I doubt you would understand
how difficult it is to get it just right. It took me days to train my last
lady’s maid to brush it correctly and here are you doing it right first time.”
she complimented him.
He did not
raise his eyes to meet hers in the mirror and at a loss to know what to say he
just about managed to say
“Thank you
Madam”
“It is
extraordinary the way you have taken to your new role, such an obedient and
dutiful disposition, the way you helped me undress, how you curtsy perfectly.”
she continued, extoling his new found talents “you surely must have been a
lady’s maid in a previous life. I know your mother said you were a good actress
but this is truly remarkable.”
Despite her
praise he couldn’t help but feel it was yet another blow to his masculinity. He
screamed inside, did she say actress?, a lady’s maid in a previous life!
However he felt he had to respond positively to her flattery, swallowing hard
he dug deep into his acting ability, smiled and said
“You’re very
kind Madam”
“Now go to
your room, use the connecting door, undress but before you put on your
nightgown remove your make-up. Just use warm soapy water and return here.” she
said dismissing him with a nod.
About time
he thought as he curtsied and left. Much as he hated to admit it the nightgown,
bad as it was, would finally free him from his dreadfully uncomfortable girdle
and bra. He felt like a contortionist as he struggled with the zipper on his
uniform eventually managing to get out of it. He managed the back zipper on the
girdle with a little difficulty and quickly unclasped the garters rolling down
the stockings.
“Phew!” he
said out loud “now for the bra”
The bra took
a little more time and although he was relieved that he was now free of the
horrible garment the weight of the breast forms pulled his chest muscles down
slightly causing some minor discomfort. Now he knew why women wore bras and had
to admit if he was forced to keep these ridiculous breasts for the next two
days he reluctantly would have to continue to wear a bra even if only for
comfort’s sake. In the bathroom he got the make-up off easily and returning to
the bedroom he quickly slipped the extravagant peach silk night gown with an
overlay of chiffon over his head and put on the matching robe. He knew he’d
better wear the kitten heeled slippers his mother also packed. The brush of the
ultra- feminine against his skin immediately caused the stirrings of an erection.
This was the last thing he wanted to happen right now, when this happened while
he was girdled it didn’t show but now it would stand out like a tent pole
within the flimsy material of the nightgown. What could he do?
Football statistics, the play offs,
concentrate on who played whom, when and where. It took a while but it finally
subsided enough for him to return to Madam’s bedroom he just hoped he could
keep it under control. Without even
thinking he checked his appearance in the mirror making sure he was
presentable. After making minor adjustments to his robe and hair he returned to
Madam’s room still concentrating on football.
“Very nice”
she said as he reappeared “now come here and I’ll teach you how to clean off
your make-up completely.”
For the next
few minutes the two of them sat in front of the mirror each clad in the most
feminine of nightgowns while she gave him a tutorial on make-up removal and
skin care. As she rubbed and caressed oils and lotions into his skin she
occasionally allowed her hand linger on his thigh while explaining the various
procedures, it was fast becoming intolerable for him. He was beginning to lose
the fight for control of his rising member.
“Now stand
up I’d like to see what I can do with your hair” she announced much to his
horror.
He tried to
delay but she was having none of it.
“Oh do come
along we haven’t all night” she said impatiently.
He had no
option he stood and his rock hard organ proudly announced itself to Mrs Quinn
through the flimsy material of his nightgown. He blushed furiously but her reaction
wasn’t what he had expected.
“Oh dear, it
seems you like your nightgown more than I thought” she said.
“I’m….sorry
Madam, I, I….. don’t…know what….”he stammered.
“That’s all
right Elizabeth, sometimes a girl’s little clitoris can get a bit excited,
particularly if she wearing something as soft and luxuriously feminine as this.
But now that you’re out of uniform maybe you should address me in a less formal
manner. I suppose seeing that I am in locum
parentis perhaps you should call me
Mummy” she said softly, fluffing up the chiffon outer layer of his nightgown
and taking hold of his fully erect and engorged penis through the material squeezed
it gently.
“Oooooooh”
he whimpered as her grasp tightened as she continued,
“Your mother
told me you are a sensitive boy and require a lot of mothering. Is that right
Elizabeth?” she whispered giving him another gentle squeeze.
“Ooo..ooo…oooh….
yes ……Madam” he moaned.
“No, not
Madam” she cooed, gently rubbing the tip with her thumb.
“A..aaaa…aaaaah,
yes Mummy” he suddenly remembered, almost screaming from her touch.
“That’s a
good girl” she said leading him to the bed by his erection relaxing and
tightening her grip as she did so.
He was
grateful to sit on the bed as he wasn’t sure how much longer his legs would
hold him.
“You do
know people are depending on you?” she said looking him directly in the eye and
before he could answer continued
“your mother
and Miss Strang to name but two but I too am depending on you. Pamela seems to
like you and as I’ve mentioned she’s not … well, as soft and sensitive as you. I
believe you could be instrumental in helping me guide her in a more…..feminine
direction. So you will help me won’t you?”
Her hand
flexed again as she moved it up the shaft, Jack winced and nodded his agreement.
“That’s a
good girly boy, and you will promise do everything I say?”
she whispered massaging it to an unbearable degree.
“Yes” he
moaned.
“Yes
what???” she asked.
“Yes Mummy”
he barely managed.
“Good girl,
now I suppose it’s time we got you to bed” she said and taking her discarded
panties which lay on the bed she put her hand under his nightgown and with
three expert strokes caused him to quake and convulse, with a final squeeze she
brought him to a shuddering climax. He lay on the satin covered bed exhausted
as she cleaned him thoroughly with the panties before fixing his nightgown.
“Just in
case you decide to renege on your promise” she said holding the spoiled panties
close to his face.
For the
second time Jack had been betrayed by the little Judas between his legs. He
should have known this would happen, he should have had more restraint. She had
no need to expand on the sentence, he was now even further under her control.
“Now that I
know that your little clitty gets excited by soft, feminine materials we don’t
want you having another little accident while you’re sleeping now do we?” she
said with a smile.
“No…… Mummy”
he replied.
“Good girl”
she said “I’m glad you agree, so in order to prevent another embarrassing little
incident. We don’t want you messing up your beautiful nightgown so you will need
to ensure your girly bits are nice and secure, isn’t that right”
He didn’t
like where this conversation was going and had very little choice but to reply
“Yes Mummy”
His eyes
followed her as she went to her lingerie drawer and returned with a garment of
some sort of small box.
“Excellent,
now you have a choice” she said as she laid out what he now knew to be a very
tight high- waisted pink girdle and the small box on the bed.
She opened
the box and took out some horrible looking penis shaped device with a small
padlock. She continued.
“You can
choose to wear the more feminine girdle or if you would prefer something a
little more manly you can choose this little mechanism.” she said fiddling with
the device’s lock and key “they will both prevent any nocturnal emissions.”
Jack looked
in horror at the object which resembled a small cage with its own little lock
and key. He also noticed it had a ring attached with a chain running through it
and a small lead at the end of the chain.
“Oh no” he
said to himself horrified at the sight of the small but fearsome gadget “I
could be led around like a dog if I choose THAT”
“Well, which
do you prefer?” she asked impatiently, interrupting his deliberations, “we
don’t have all night.”
Because of his
most recent indiscretion he could not make a reasonable argument against her
latest suggestion. He was between a rock and a hard place and decided to choose
the lesser of two evils.
“The girdle”
he whispered.
“Speak up
girl I can barely hear you, are you saying you would prefer the tight pink
girdle rather than the cage.” she said in a vexed tone.
“Yes Mummy”
he said and reading her impatient facial expression he felt he’d best add
“I would
prefer to wear the pink girdle”
“Very well
then it’s your choice. Put it on and I’ll be watching so make sure your little
girly thingy is tucked firmly between your legs.” she ordered.
He struggled
to pull up the garment underneath his nightgown and ensured his now small
flaccid penis was placed firmly under his scrotum. She stepped forward raised
his nightgown and pulled the girdle up tightly and felt between his legs to
ensure it couldn’t move before she pulled up the zipper, ending just below his
ribcage. She ran her hand up and down the front satin panel and pronounced her
verdict.
“Yes much
better, very smooth, no sign of those horrid male bits whatsoever. You’ll be
quite safe tonight.” she announced in a satisfied voice adding “it’s not called
a firm control girdle for nothing.”
He looked down and much as he hated to admit
it she was right. Short of taking off the girdle -which he was afraid of doing
in case she checked him during the night – there was no way his penis could
stand erect. He would be tormented all night by the throbbing and without any
hope of relief. Satisfied that he was secure she once more assumed her Mistress
role.
“Remember,
in the morning you will revert to your maid’s duties. The alarm is set and I’ve
left a copy of The Maids Manual on your bedside table. It is a comprehensive
guide for servant girls and required reading. As you will alternate between a
house-parlourmaid and a lady’s maid be sure to read the relevant sections
before retiring, it will give you a good grounding in Mistress- maid protocols.
You will have time between your various duties to study it in more detail
tomorrow. It will be of enormous benefit in avoiding incidents like your little
faux pas this evening for example. Oh
and by the way don’t worry about showering in the morning your breasts won’t be
affected.” she said.
Confused and
little shaken he did not know how to react but decided the best course even
though not in uniform would be to curtsy. It was obviously the correct decision
as she gave him a broad smile, gathered him to her in a warm embrace and
nestled his head on her plump but firm breasts.
“You have
been a very good girl and if you continue to please me I assure you I will not forget and you won’t regret it… I
can be very generous to those who indulge me. I’m sure you won’t let me down,
now off to bed with you” she breathed softly into his ear and releasing him she
patted him on the backside for good measure. Still flustered he tottered on his kitten
heels towards the door, his peignoir billowing as he went.
He clambered
into bed the delicate material caressing his legs but for once due to his
recent shameful and embarrassing lack of control there was no reaction from
between his now firmly girdled loins. As if this wasn’t bad enough he now had
homework.
“The Maids
Manual” he muttered as he picked up the volume “now I have to study how to be a
maid.”
However he
felt the last thing he needed was to give them any excuse to inflict even
further humiliation on him, he’d better read it just in case. He glanced
through the table of contents the chapters had titles such as
“Preparatory Training for Housemaids”, “Perfection
for Parlourmaids”, “The Ideal Lady’s Maid”, “The Kitchen Maid’s Basic Guide”
and several more besides.
“I suppose
I’d better read the Lady’s maid and the Housemaid chapters” he sighed.
There was a
whole section on the maid’s personal hygiene and appearance detailing showering
procedure, what type of underwear and uniforms to wear and when, what kind of make-up
including lipstick colour, which perfume to wear, and several other things,
some of which he had by now experienced. To his eternal shame he found most of
the ‘The Housemaid’ chapter he was already familiar with and could practically
recite it chapter and verse in his sleep as Rose had already had trained him in
such matters a few weeks previously. There were further chapters entitled “
Adapting to Life in Service” “Loyalty to your Mistress” “Mistress Knows Best”
and a chapter he felt he had already
experienced “The Importance of Maintaining Discipline in Servant Girls.” He was
too tired to read any further, it would have to wait until tomorrow.
He was
horrified to now realise that he was probably as adept a maidservant as any of
the servant girls he had met earlier that evening but despite this debasement
of his masculinity and the myriad of humiliations he continued to suffer, he
was too exhausted to care, tiredness overwhelmed him and sleep came quickly.
The sound of
the alarm interrupted his slumber, in his dreamy semi-conscious state he
wondered what he would do later, there was a new game store in town which might
be worth a visit, maybe go to the movies. As usual he stretched his body to
help the wakening process, still half asleep he felt an unusual tightening
around his chest, a constriction of his abdomen but also the strange contrasting
sensation of soft material caressing his skin. He opened his eyes and in the
early morning light he scanned the room and as he became aware of his
unfamiliar surroundings he immediately discarded the bed clothes to reveal the
awful truth. Sleep had been a welcome but alas a temporary respite from the
waking nightmare he had been forced to endure and would continue to do so for
at least another day. He was wide awake now and most prominent among his
recollections of the previous evening was his punishment at Madam’s hands, and suddenly
remembering his instructions from the night before he realised he’d better
ensure he adhered to Madam’s directions as outlined in the Maids Manual. He
briskly got out of bed and made his way to the shower, quickly undressing he
soon realised Madam was correct, the shower made no difference his new bosom.
After showering he was now fully aware of his situation and what was expected
of him. He took a moment to view the detestable clothing he was now required to
wear, the formidable underwear, the grey morning uniform with its white Peter
Pan collar the accompanying apron and cap. He decided it was futile to postpone
the inevitable and wasting even more time, best get this over with. The girdle
was easy enough but positioning his new mammary glands into the bra and
fastening it was more difficult but was eventually mastered. Stockings, satin
slip and shoes quickly followed, as he slipped the grey uniform over his head he
struggled to pull the zipper completely up but once it was in place he suddenly
realised he had willingly locked himself into his own prison. Despite being
downcast he knew he had to press on, he applied the light make-up as required
finishing with what he felt was an appropriate shade of lipstick. He brushed
his hair into a similar style as he had worn the previous day and felt quite
despondent as he put on the final humiliating items – the demeaning cap and
apron – their only function as far as he could ascertain, was to distinguish a
maid from her superiors. This had the additional impact of reminding the wearer
of her subjugation and subordinate status.
“Her” he
murmured out loud with more than a note of dejection in his voice, “does this
mean I’m now a “her” or a “she.”
The awful
thought was enough to shake him from his musings and focus his mind on the more
immediate issue of preparing breakfast for Madam and Pamela. Making his way to
the kitchen he became reacquainted with the restricting nature the girdle and
the tight skirt of the uniform had on his gait. His natural male stride was
replaced with a much shorter feminine step. His instructions allowed for him to
have breakfast before he was to serve Madam in her room, Pamela would be
joining her.
At the
appointed time he was outside Madam’s door, before he climbed the stairs he
checked his appearance in the mirror to ensure he was presentable, satisfied he
proceeded on his way. After knocking on her door he waited for permission to
enter.
“Good
morning Madam” he said and despite holding the tray attempted a curtsy.
She was
sitting up in bed and told him to leave the tray on the table by the window.
“You may
open the drapes and then come here and let me see if you are properly attired.”
she ordered.
After he had
tied back the drapes and just as he presented himself at the foot of the bed
for inspection the door opened.
“Good
morning Mother” Pamela announced her presence, ignoring Jack “I see our new
girl is properly uniformed this morning.”
She wore
silk navy pyjamas and a matching robe and with her hair tied up looked quite
masculine in contrast with her mother the epitome of feminine elegance
reclining gracefully on the bed, her breasts barely confined by the bias cut of
her ivory satin nightgown, the billowy sleeves practically covering the
pillows. Even without make-up Jack thought she looked like a screen goddess.
Jack snapped
out of his almost hypnotic state just in time to curtsy to Pamela before she
could rebuke him for such a flagrant lack of respect.
“We will
take breakfast now Elizabeth” Madam said “my peignoir?”
Jack
scuttled for her peignoir.
“Mother, when can I have him as my maid, after
all it was my idea. You promised.” Pamela demanded of her mother in a
strident tone, her face betrayed her obvious impatience.
He was
alarmed by her sudden and unexpected outburst and fearful to think about what
she had in mind. Madam was quite calm and as he held her peignoir so she could
slip her arms into the sleeves, she turned to Pamela
“Pamela dear I really think you are far too
young to have lady’s maid, you can certainly use him for your play’s rehearsals
but I think it’s best that he is trained by an experienced woman first
otherwise he may pick up some bad habits and that will not stand him in good
stead for the future.” Her mother replied quite firmly.
Jack,
relieved that he wouldn’t be turned over completely to Pamela was concerned by
her reference to the future but he had no time to dwell on this as Pamela protested,
“That’s not fair, I ..”
Before she
could continue Madam interrupted her.
“Pamela,
just look at you, you look more like a boy than a girl not a trace of graceful femininity,
Elizabeth here looks more feminine and perfectly attractive too, if I may say
so.”
Running her
hand lightly down his cheek she said directly to Jack
“Yes.. quite
feminine, aren’t you my dear?”
Jack blushed
at Madam’s compliment and oddly did not feel aggrieved at being referred to as
attractive in a feminine way. After all
no one had ever called him attractive before certainly not as a boy, he felt
surprisingly self-satisfied and responded with a curtsy.
“Thank you
Madam” he said modestly lowering his eyes
“Mother!” Pamela barked trying to get
her attention, her face becoming puce but her mother continued,
“Perhaps you
require a valet rather than a maid, now if you were to become a touch more
feminine I may well consider it.”
“My slippers
Elizabeth” her mother casually said in Jack’s direction and ignoring her
further protestations.
Jack
dropping to his knees was never so grateful in having to adopt a now familiar
servile position, he didn’t want to meet Pamela’s eyes as he knew she would
blame him for this perceived slight and was sure she would try to exact some
form of revenge. As he rose he noticed Pamela was still smarting from her
mother’s remark
“Can I at least have him tidy my room” she
retorted determined to salvage something from the exchange.
“Of course
my dear. He may make a darling girl but he is a maid after all” she answered
“now stop pouting and join me for breakfast.”
As her
mother made her way to the table by the window Pamela turned to Jack her mood
now considerably lightened by this small concession and gave him a sly smile.
“Oh yes
Mother, he certainly is” she responded, but whispered menacingly to Jack “it
won’t take much to change her mind.”
Jack felt a
shiver run down his spine and hoped he could avoid too much time alone with
her.
As Pamela
joined her mother at the table Jack felt this may be a good time to impress
Madam with what he had gleaned from The Maid’s Manual.
“What
clothes should I lay out for you Madam” he asked as she settled herself into
the chair he held for her before doing the same for Pamela.
She was
clearly pleasantly surprised by Jack’s grasp of his new duties and instructed
him as to the outfit, hosiery and shoes she intended to wear as well as her
foundation wear and lingerie. He curtsied and busied himself with making the
bed, straightening the room and dispatching her worn underwear from the
previous day to the laundry basket. When he finished this he retrieved the
clothes she required and laid them on the bed.
“Excellent
work Elizabeth” she beamed clearly impressed by his efficiency in his new
capacity.
“You may now
start Miss Pamela’s room while I shower, be back here in ten minutes.”
“I’ll
supervise him” Pamela blurted almost choking on a piece of toast in her hurry
to accompany him to her room.
“Follow me
girl” she snapped and unfettered by a restraining girdle like his she strode
purposefully in an almost masculine fashion to the door as he minced after her
hindered as he was by his confining foundation garment and three inch heels. As
she waited for him to open it he curtsied to her and also Madam, he took his leave and followed Pamela to her
room. She closed the door behind her and told him to stay perfectly still, and
like she had done when they were last alone together approached him from behind
slid her hand over his smooth
skirted behind squeezing gently. Jack rooted to the spot with trepidation heard
her whisper in his ear.
“We don’t
have much time sweetie so I’ll be brief.”
She squeezed
even tighter and even he recognised the girlish squeal he let out, as she
circled him she continued.
“Mother was
right about a couple of things, you are attractive in a feminine way and when
you’re all gussied up you probably are more feminine than me but I will prove
her wrong about getting you as my own maid. You might think you can hide behind her skirts for a while
but I will get you…… and sooner rather than later, just imagine what
fun we’ll….. well I’ll have . What Pamela wants Pamela gets. Do you understand?”
Her face was
so close he could smell her breath. Afraid to speak he could only nod. She drew
him to her and kissed him while grinding her groin into his, he was helpless in
her grip and as he struggled to free himself her lust got the better of her and
she sunk her teeth into his neck. She only broke away as the sound of Madam’s
bell pierced the atmosphere and startled her.
“Please Miss
Pamela..” he stammered as he felt her grip loosen.
“Yes honey,
you’d better run to your Mistress, but don’t get too attached to her” she said
her voice dripping with menace.
He ran from
the room to the sanctuary of Madam’s room.
“Ah there
you are Elizabeth, before you start on Miss Pamela’s room I need you to fetch
me a matching purse for my outfit, you will find my collection in the closet.
Are you all right you look a bit flushed?” she asked
“No fine Madam”
he lied and headed for the closet his heart still thumping from the encounter
with Pamela. He could only imagine what she had in mind for him. How could he
keep Pamela at bay until he could leave he frantically thought.
He found the
purse collection and as he moved a few of them searching for the correct colour
his eyes nearly popped. His clothes, Madam had hidden them here. He heard
Pamela speaking to her mother, he returned to the bedroom with the purse.
“Excellent
choice, just the right colour. Now run along and finish Miss Pamela’s room”
Madam instructed him.
After he had
completed his task he returned just as Pamela was leaving.
“We have a
few errands to run so after you assist dressing me and you have finished your
chores you can study The Maids Manual.”
She chatted
to him in a friendly manner as he went about his lady’s maid’s duties and he
was still surprised that she was so relaxed with a male albeit dressed as a
female servant assisting her. She obviously saw him as such and treated him
accordingly which really irked him but he was also aware that he was seeing and
experiencing things other boys could only imagine. If only he could do this in
male clothing it would be ideal.
Pamela joined them just as he had finished
helping Madam with her hair.
“We should be back in a few hours, now make
sure to keep yourself busy” Madam said as Pamela from behind her back blew him
a kiss.
He walked
with them to the door and curtsied as he let them out. He quickly carried out
his assigned tasks and then went to his room and picked up The Maids Manual.
Sitting on
the bed he flicked through the pages stopping at a chapter entitled
“Understanding Your Place” he read with dismay
“In some
circles recently it has become fashionable to grant maids certain freedoms, for instance
curtsying as an option rather than a requirement and more surprisingly allowing
maids to discard their caps and aprons and wear just a plain black or grey
dress. We feel this is the beginning of
the slippery slope. What next a non-uniformed maid? A maid in a pants suit? It is important that the maid should at all
times be aware of her station within the household and a strict uniform code is
essential to this end. Maids must be capped and aproned at
all times otherwise there would be a total breakdown of the Mistress – Maid
relationship.”
Jack
wondered what century these people lived in. He now knew the words he was
forced to utter as he was punished came from this very book.He could understand
the chapters informing maids what was required of them but …this. Maybe this is
what Pamela intends. He became very fearful at the prospect and remembered
Pamela’s words about eventually getting him as her personal maid. The thought
overwhelmed him and he felt panic coursing through every fibre. He suddenly
remembered his clothes in Madam’s closet. What option did he have he reasoned
to himself he had to escape. What’s the worst thing that could happen -get an
earful from his mother and Miss Strang. He could put up with this charade if it
was only Madam but the thought that
Pamela would practically own him for months maybe years was too much to bear.
“My clothes”
he blurted out loud “I have no choice.”
He ran to
Madam’s room in what he realised was a very girlish manner due to his three
inch heels, his prosthetic bosom bouncing forcefully as he moved pulling
tightly at his puny chest muscles, his long line bra barely
containing them. Now I know why girls wear sports bras he thought.
He quickly
retrieved his clothes and stripped himself of his hated uniform, cap and apron.
He struggled out of the dreaded girdle and stockings and pulled on his boxers
and jeans.
“Aaaah
relief” he sighed audibly then realised he would have a problem with the breast
forms. It would take too long to try and remove them now he decided it can wait
until I get home.
“Get home”
he repeated “shit! hadn’t thought of that, they’re a dead giveaway even under a
hoodie, I’d better leave the make-up and heels on, I might be less noticeable.”
He returned
to his own room and hung up the uniform in its rightful place and with a deep
breath descended the stairs and let himself out the servant’s door at the rear.
It was still
early enough and there was very little activity as he made his way towards the
exit gate of the community. Although it had been less than a day since he had been dragooned into female clothing,
he could scarcely believe the freedom he now enjoyed in his jeans but despite
this he knew in order not to draw attention to himself he had to walk in a feminine fashion. Thank heaven I
have that mastered, he thought. He passed a maid walking a dog on the other
side and he returned her friendly wave in an equally girly manner.
“Piece of
cake” he said without a hint of irony as he tottered along in his heels.
Luckily he
had picked up the code for the gate from Sally the previous evening and keying
it in he breathed a sigh of relief and headed the short distance for home. This
route was a little bit trickier and he felt less assured but passing a few
motorists and pedestrians he discerned no unusual interest in him people were
just going about their daily business. He was relieved to reach his house and
going round back he retrieved the spare key from its hiding place and let
himself in.
He went to
his room and washed his face took off his hoodie and T shirt to reveal the
horrible extensions to his chest. Examining them he could see how difficult it
would be to detach them but there must be something in the house that would
work. There was no immediate rush he’d figure something out right now he just
wanted to relax, have a glass of juice, a few cookies watch some TV, just
chill. Now alone the sound of the TV was strangely comforting and more
importantly distracting. The events of the past 24 hours began to take their
toll, he felt exhausted and stretched out on the couch finding it hard to keep
his eyes from closing.
The sound of
the bell woke him.
“Yes Madam”
he blurted. Barely awake his eyes taking a few moments to focus he slowly
realised he was at home and must have fallen asleep. Obviously he was dreaming
the ghastly chime of that dreaded bell must be still playing on his mind, he
lay his head back again.
The unmistakeable
tinny jingle of the bell rang out once more and this time it was louder and
more sustained. Wide awake now, he knew this wasn’t a dream. It was a
nightmare.
“E..LIZ..A…BETH”
a shrill voice rang out.
To be
continued.
19 comments:
Love it! We've been following this story from the beginning and it is getting better and better! After reading this chapter we've been discussing for more than an hour who we think is now ringing and calling for Elizabeth. Could it be Pamela, who has followed Jack back to his home, furious that he's tried to escape her clutches? Or her mother, Mrs Quinn, who can't bear to lose her wonderful new lady's maid? Or might it perhaps be Jack's mother, Mrs Swanson, who has been horrified to find Jack missing on returning to collect him after her weekend at the opera? Or Rose, who will now have him at her mercy and could easily offer him to the short-staffed Stuyvesant Academy, thus allowing him to escape a return to the Quinns?
What amazing possibilities for Chapter 5!! We just hope that it doesn't all turn out to be literally a nightmare, and that Jack's adventures as a ladies maid will continue to delight us all!
I don't see a problem with retconning Jack's age, Carrie. Frankly, due to some of the stuff that occurred in the "Rose and Jack" chapters, I kind of assumed you were ignoring the age Bea initially established. Even ignoring the sexual aspects, if Jack really were fourteen, it would be strange that people would so readily accept that he's actually old enough to be employed as a maid.
I totally agree that this is an experience I would not have minded happening to me at age fourteen or fifteen, and I know it's just a story, but that doesn't stop me from being aware that in reality, some of what happens would not be perceived as okay.
This is something I've wrestled with for years. Ever since I first started reading femdom stories online, I was most drawn to ones that had protagonists in their teens, originally because I related to them more easily, but also partly because it seemed as though characters at a younger age would be more impressionable and more easily dominated.
However, I've never quite been able to shut off the moralizing side of my brain that questions the appropriateness of such scenarios. So, yeah, in spite of what Bea said at the beginning, I haven't exactly been picturing Jack as any clearly defined age.
I doubt anyone is going to complain about this chapter being a little longer than usual. Better too long than too brief, especially if we have to wait at least a month for the next part. And I didn't think this was too long anyway. I appreciate your efforts to keep this story going, as well as this blog.
Lovely!! Very very very nice!
A kiss,
sissy maid colette.
Well, I for one don't mind a long chapter especially when it is a well written, enjoyable story. I liked this chapter best of all so far and look forward to the next one. Thank you for sharing.
Kammi
Hi Carrie, "Lucky Girl" here. You really do have a wonderful way of constantly exciting and also surprising us with this fantastic story. I love the way you have developed the very special relationship between Mrs Quinn and Jack/Elizabeth, and at the same time Pamela's burning desire to have him as HER maid. So there is a real rivalry between mother and daughter. This really would make a fabulous movie!
Carrie, I just can't wait to see how the story progresses at this point. You have created so many possible options for future chapters. Jack obviously now has nowhere to hide and, whoever the "shrill voice" belongs to, he is going to have a great deal of explaining and apologizing to do. Don't forget what happened to that other poor maid who had tried to escape!
And whatever does or doesn't happen next, Jack is now getting to be a very accomplished lady's maid. It seems to me that this is fast becoming his best future career option, especially as he does seem to be missing so much of his formal academic education.
As I promised some while ago, I hope before long to contribute some further "Back to School" sections, looking at how Jack might in due course be able to return to the classroom - and in what role. Hopefully this will also allow us to stay in touch with Bea's original setting for this "Wee Bit of Fun" - the Stuyvesant Academy for Young Ladies.
But I don't think we are quite ready for that yet. Carrie is still promising us some more of the delightful "Amongst Women" strand. Once that is concluded, I will have a go at taking us "Back to School" once again. Who knows, Jack might by then be ready to appear in Pamela's school play - that is, provided he's completed the appropriate training and rehearsals, of course!!!
LG xxx
This is a wonderful story, keep on adding to the fun please. It gets better all the time.
Maid Marcia x
This is a fantastic story,I've been right back to th start of it when Bea said lets have a wee bit of fun and its got better and better all along. Pleae can you keep it going, there's nothing else as good as this X
Yes, anxiously await each new installment. Wonderful story.
A very exciting and beautifully written story, cannot wait for next episode...
Carrie, definitely want to see more of your fantastic writing, why only one more episode? This is one of the site's most popular stories
Mistress and I cant wait to see what happens next in this story, Mistress is enjoying it so much and says it is giving her new ideas for improving my performance as her maid. I thought I was quiet a good ladies maid but she says I am not as good as Elizabeth is in this story so I must read it all carefully and do exactly what she does. So I am now waiting to see what Elizabeth does next.
Just a note to let readers know I’ve started Part 5 and am well into it. Goes without saying thanks to all who commented and liked it. Dave thanks for your remarks regarding the age issue even though we all know this is a purely fictitious scenario it concerned me quite a bit and your comments summed up exactly how I feel. I wasn’t very comfortable writing some scenes but to me they were a logical progression of the situation he found himself in. LG, you’re correct of course about the rivalry between Pamela and her mother. Jack seems to be in a maze and has some very difficult decisions to make so he really has to be careful and weigh up all his choices. You’re also right about there being possible options for the future but right now it’s difficult to commit to anything beyond the next chapter. About your proposed strand I’ve discussed it with Bea and he said drop him an e mail and he’ll set you up as an approved contributor.
Thanks also to Marcia, Kammi,Collette and Gina for their kind words.
Regarding the Anon commentator who wondered about the voice calling Jack, there were so many possibilities, a little like a country house murder mystery or as the great Peter Seller’s Inspector Clouseau would say “I suspect everybody and I suspect nobody”. I just hope you find it worth the wait.
To the other Anon commentator about the next episode being the final one – It really is difficult to get the time to get it all down like Dave said before, writing comes easy to some and to others it’s quite difficult. I’m somewhere in between sometimes it’s easy more but more often than not it’s hard. I always try to get these finished in a reasonable time frame as I don’t want people hanging on – being a reader that would drive me crazy. I really don’t want to commit to something without carrying it through.
I’m also glad Anon’s mistress is seeing an improvement in your performance. Hopefully Jack/Elizabeth will continue to be a role model – unless of course something intervenes to prevent it.
Anyway still have a ways to go before I finish it, but will do my best to complete it asap.
Take care
Carrie
Keep going Carrie, sounds like the next Part of the story will be fantastic. Can't wait to see what happens next.
Lovely story. Looking forward to next Chapter.
We are now having bets as to who is the shrill voice calling for Elizabeth. I think it is Miss Pamela but my Mistress says it will be Mrs Quinn. Mistress's other maid, Nancy, who was helping me serve at a party yesterday, says it won't be either of them - she thinks it will be Rose because she says that Jack's mother will have been very upset to find Jack has run away when they come back to collect him after their weekend. Nancy says that Jack's mother will have sent Rose to find Jack immediately and that it will be Rose because she would call him Elizabeth.
Nancy is usually right on these things but I hope I am right this time because Mistress says she will make me work specially hard at her next party if I am wrong. So we can't wait to see who is right.
I was just wondering when to expect the next chapter of this wonderful story? It is very exciting to read.
Maid Marcia.
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