Monday, August 26, 2013

Swiss Miss Sissy, Chapter 2 of 6

rocketdave here with a quick note before we get on with the story.  If you recall, I produced a new drawing to supplement the first chapter and hinted there might be more to follow.  Well, I didn't get around to that this time, but I did dig up a drawing I did in 2009 that was directly inspired by this chapter, though you may observe that I fudged some of the details- particularly those of Cheryl's outfit.  However, I think it still serves reasonably well as an illustration.  As I'm frequently finding room for improvement in my work, I slightly edited the drawing, but anyone who happens to have seen it before might be hard-pressed to spot the difference.  

Okay, having gotten that little disclaimer out of the way, I hope you'll enjoy the second part of Swiss Miss Sissy. 


   Chapter 2:  The Party.  Cheryl finds out how his new mistress and her friends enjoy themselves 



It turned out that neither Martina, Ingrid, or Brigitt were going to stay for the party - 'Just a bunch of old fuddy-duddys the girls said - and 'We only came to deliver your birthday present Mutter  - and we can see that you are just delighted with her - so we'll just stay for a drink or two.  Okay?'

"Old fuddy-duddies indeed!"  Mistress said, but smiling anyway.  "You didn't know that Daniel, the nephew of Madame Margot is coming?  He's only eighteen."

"Has Madame Margot  got him in dresses yet?   He's another little sissy."  Brigitt asked.

"I don't really know."  Mistress admitted.  "But she'll get around to it quite soon I think.  But let's not talk about other little sissies.  We'll be making Cheryl all jealous, won't we dear?'

 I didn't know how to respond, just smiled in agreement and tried to curtsey in my tight skirt.  It was very difficult, but everyone seemed pleased with my attempt.

"I must say, Mutter, that you certainly know how to dress a sissy maid."  Martina said seriously, coming over and putting an arm about my shoulders.  "Such a nice blouse to show off all her undies  Such a nice tight skirt to make sure that she walks properly, like a sissy maid should."

Then, in front of everyone, she put her arm further around me and  caressed my breast.  "And Mutter?  She feels  SO precious.  I would swear that she's a girl.  Brigitt?  Ingrid?  Come here and feel Cheryl's breasts.  Under this blouse, they feel marvelous!  Her arms as well!  So soft and white and feminine."

 And in front of my beaming mistress, her daughters all came and caressed my breasts and arms, stroking me and saying what a pretty girl I was and how prettily their mother had dressed me.  They laughed and complimented me on my girlish backside as well, patting and stroking it gently.  I blushed and could feel my penis trying very hard to stand, but the tightness of my clothes would not allow it.

Then I had to serve Miss Martina and Miss Ingrid and Miss Brigitt drinks, all of them ordering their drink separately so that they could laugh at my tiny, dainty steps from the bar to where they sat.  I was very slow, but they all seemed to enjoy the mincing, feminine way I walked and made a lot of fun of me.  I was extremely humiliated, wishing that I could learn to walk properly in my new clothes, so that they would not laugh so much.  I spilled a drop of Miss Brigitt's wine on the tray.  For my clumsiness I had to take my 'lollipop' out of my little purse and demonstrate how well I'd learned what I'd been taught.  Everyone clapped and applauded when I'd finished, but I had to keep it in my mouth for another ten minutes.  Then I was allowed to put it away, and had to make my lips up again., making sure that my lipstick was applied evenly and made my lips wet and luscious looking.

 While I was doing this, Mistress Christina told me how I was to behave once the party started.  I was to answer the door to everyone that came and, after curtseying, take the ladies coats, stoles, or wraps and put them in the hall closet.  I was also to ask if they wished me to take their handbags.  I was to be extremely respectful to everyone.  I was to carry myself erect at all times, and to try and anticipate what any of the guests might need.  Some allowances would be made because of my lack of experience as a maid, but if my errors were too big, or numerous, I'd be spanked in public.

The three young ladies left about four o'clock, all of them coming and hugging me and giving me light kisses on the cheeks as if I were a girl.  All of them asked the same question:  "You're not UPSET with us, are you Cheryl?  I mean, you really DO like being a maid for our mutter, don't you?"

And I'd say that I wasn't upset with them, That I LOVED being a maid, and that I really enjoyed dressing and acting like a girl.  Then they'd pretend to be relieved, then giggle.

After they were gone, Mistress had me vacuum the room where we'd been sitting, then go and wash the glasses and dishes that had been used.  "You're not just a pretty girl or a sex toy,  Cheryl.  You have certain chores to do around here.  After all, you ARE a maid."

The first guest arrived at exactly seven-thirty - a Madame Carla deLago, a short , dark lady with dark flashing eyes.  I discovered later that she was of Italian descent.  She was beautifully dressed in an evening length gown of a dark green shimmering material, with a slit skirt and matching shoes.  She gave me a lovely smile when I answered the door for her, then handed me her mink stole.

"A new maid Christina?" she asked after Mistress and she had kissed hello.  "She's a pretty one.  Think you can keep her for a while?"

"Oh yes, Carla." mistress replied.  "She is really clumsy - I just had to punish her for spilling some very good wine.  But she does have potential."

The guests eyes flashed brightly.  "You disciplined her?  Wish  I'd seen that.  Did she cry?"

Before mistress could answer that question, another knock came to the door.  I opened the door to two most elegant ladies who had arrived at the same time - a Baroness von Wytenbach and a Madame von Haltenburg.  They were chatting agreeably to each other, complimenting their dresses which were lovely and luxurious looking.  The baroness wore a backless dress of shimmering silver lame` that accentuated her beautiful build and carriage.  I envied her immediately.  She hardly noticed my curtsey, simply handing me a long black evening stole and a beaded evening bag as she advanced to greet my mistress warmly, saying hello to Madame Carla at the same time.
  
Madame von Haltenburg was also most elegant in a black velvet gown.  As I took her evening coat, she took in my appearance with interest, crooking a finger at me for me to come closer.  I made another curtsey and she smiled  very nicely, then she examined my makeup closely, then touched my hair.  Nodded approvingly to my mistress.  "Well Christina my dear!  Good evening!  You are most beautiful tonight.  What a lovely hostess you make!  Is this a new sissy maid I see?  She's very pretty when she blushes.  Is she new?"

My mistress preened at the compliments. "Thank you dear.  What a lovely thing to say.  Yes - this is a new sissy maid.  Brand new today!  Desperately in need of training, and I apologize to all of my guests for saddling them with such a beginner."  She shrugged. "But what is a hostess to do these days.  Good maids are SO hard to find."

"And to KEEP" came a voice from the doorway, and the last of the expected guests came in.  This I knew to be a close friend of my mistress - a Madame Margot Rosenberg, another elegant lady in a long silk skirt in Jade green, and a beautiful blouse of pale yellow.  She kept a light evening stole with her, but handed me her evening bag.  "A new girl Christina?  pretty enough I guess - though I do NOT see why you favor that particular hair style for your girls.  It must be most difficult for them to maintain!"

"Oh Margot!"  my mistress laughed.  "You're just jealous!  And you know that I like my girls to keep their hair that way, because it is a constant reminder to them that I am the mistress here.  And if it takes them time to maintain?  I'd rather they were learning to please me than fooling around like young sissies are inclined to do if you don't keep them occupied!"

 Then my mistress noticed a young man who had accompanied Madame Margot.  He was very delicate of build and pale - though I thought he was perhaps wearing just a trace of blush?  Maybe a light coat of lipstick?  I wasn't sure.  He seemed very shy, didn't meet my eye when I curtsied and asked if I could take his coat.  Just shook his head, his hair in a long pony tail moving from side to side as he did so..

Why, it's Daniel!"  Mistress said, going and giving him a welcoming kiss. "How nice of you to come.  Sit with a bunch of... what did my daughters call us?...  a bunch of old fuddy duddies!"

"Please don't be too agreeable to that young man.  He's been most difficult today"  Margot said.  "Didn't want to come at all.  But I finally convinced him."

"Oh Margot!" The baroness interposed.  "You DO bully that young man so.  It's a shame!"   But her tone of voice belied her words.  "How did you 'convince' him this time?  Spank him again?"

"No!  I was very nice to him.  Didn't hurt him one tiny bit,  Did I Daniel?"

Daniel blushed fiercely.  "No aunt Margot."

"Well!"  she said. "Give that sissy maid your jacket please.  You'll get all warm in here, and  probably need it for when you go out again in the cold."

I curtseyed and stepped forward, but for some reason, he seemed unwilling to remove his jacket.

"DANIEL!" his aunt snapped, and he obediently slipped his jacket off and gave it to me.
  
What I'd taken to be his shirt was a pale pink ladies blouse, quite sheer.  Through it, I could see the straps of a pretty lace edged camisole, with a matching bra. - both in hot pink.  His black pants were silk - and closed at the back, obviously a pair of women's pants. With his jacket on, none of this had been noticeable.

"I told him how much trouble that ladies go through to come to a party like this,"  Margot said  "But I don't think he cared. So I made HIM pay some of the same kind of attention that ladies do.  Aren't his undies nice?  He's wearing panties to match, aren't you Daniel?  And you really like them, don't you Daniel?  If you don't?  Maybe we can put a little more makeup on you as well?"

The poor young effeminate man stood there while all the ladies circled him and touched his blouse and pants, telling him how lucky he was to have a guardian like aunt Margot.

As I took the ladies belongings to the storage area, the company all moved into the living room.  As they did so, I heard Madame von Haltenburg say "Margot?  Me first?"

I did not hear all of Madame Rosenberg's reply, but it sounded as if she ended with "Why not?"

Then her nephew said something that sounded like he was pleading, but she just ignored him.  I then saw Madame von Haltenberg go up to Daniel and putting her an arm around his shoulder lead him in to the main room.

Walking as slowly as I did, it took me a little while to get back into the main room.  There, I got a surprise.

Madame von Haltenberg was sitting in a large easy chair - with Daniel sitting on her lap, his head laid back on the arm of the chair.  She was doing something to his face.  At first I could not see what it was, but then realized that she was carefully making his lips up with lipstick.  Then she'd take his face between her hands and kiss him, then re-do his lips again.  He just laid there quiet and obedient, his long hair now fanned out about his face looking like a docile little girl.

The baroness and madame Carla were sitting on a loveseat, looking into each other's eyes and kissing every so often.  I saw the baroness  lazily slide a manicured hand through the slit of Carla's skirt.  Carla let out a soft sigh and leaned in towards the baroness, where she was kissed.

"Cheryl!  Girl! Where have you been?   Start pouring drinks for these ladies!  You are being a disgraceful excuse for a maid!  I may get angry quite soon if you don't start behaving properly!"  My mistress was reprimanding me, which hurt my feelings, but I knew that she really didn't mean it - there was a pleasant tone to her voice.  Nevertheless, I curtsied, and said how sorry I was to displease her, and started taking orders for the drinks the ladies wanted.

All of them, with the exception of Madame Margot wanted champagne.  She wanted Scotch and soda.  I made the mistake of pouring the wine into the flutes and taking the drinks around to everyone else first.  She was starting to look at me with a very angry expression,  Scared, I made a curtsey to her and apologized for my slowness.  She continued to glare at me.

"Where did you put my evening bag you stupid girl!"

"In that small room just off the entry way Madame.  Can I fetch it for you?"

"No!  Just bring my drink in there!  And hurry up,  you sissy maid.  If you don't, I'll have your mistress punish you!"

With that, she walked off.

Trembling in fright I hobbled to the bar to make her drink.  I remembered the discipline I'd received for spilling a tiny drop of wine, so was very careful in the way I carried the drink to her in the room.  She was standing waiting for me, shaking her head, and smiling a very cruel smile.

She took the drink from me, then slapped my face!  As she did, some of the liquid spilled out and fell on to her shoes.

I started to weep - just a little, and more from fright than anything else, because the slap hadn't really been that hard.   She took a hold of my ear and pulled me forward, then whispered in my ear, very softly.

"What's your name little girl?"

I swallowed nervously.  "Cheryl, Mistress."

"Well Cheryl.  I think I've been very patient with you, haven't I?"

"Yes mistress."

"You serve me last - the very last, of all the ladies here!  Then you take forever to get my drink.  And then?  Then you spill my drink all over my shoes!"

I wanted to protest.  it was HER fault the drink had been spilled.  Somehow though, I didn't think this was a good idea.   "I'm terribly sorry Mistress.  Please forgive me." I sobbed.

"I might - if you start off by cleaning my shoes.  Do you know how to do   that properly, little sissy Cheryl?"

I knew what I had to do.  It was very difficult in my tight skirt, but I finally got down on my hands and knees and started licking the liquid from her shoes.

"Ah!  Christina has started training you already.  Good little girl!  Do a good job now!"  she said, patting my back as if I was a dog.   Then she started snapping my bra.  "When I was a young woman, men used to do this to me.  I didn't like it.  But I enjoy doing it to you.  You like it, don't you?

I stopped licking long enough to nod  agreement.  "Yes Mistress"  I fawned

"Yes. I thought you would.  Sissies usually do like doing things for me.  I don't understand why.  Would you like to come an be my own personal little sissy?   I'd be very cruel to you.  I don't like men, and just love to humiliate and hurt little sissy boys.  Want to come home with me tonight Cheryl?"
  
I trembled in fear. "My mistress would have to approve me going anywhere mistress."  I panted.

"Very well then!" she said carelessly, turning around to face away from me.  "Lift my skirt - all the way up.  Hurry now!"

Her skirt was a silky material that was difficult to keep together, but I finally managed to lift it all the way to her waist.  She had beautiful, shapely legs, with dark stockings with seams that went straight down the center of each leg.   Her panties were beautiful.  Obviously expensive in light blue silk, edged with extremely fine dark blue lace.

"Pull my panties down!" she said "Quick now!  Down to about my knees!"

I had to use both hands to do as she told me, but her skirt then fell, and I couldn't see what I was doing.  In desperation, because she was starting to swear at me, I managed to get her skirt back up, then held it up using my head while I pulled her panties down.  As I did so, her skirt fell again, trapping my head inside the dark warm space next to her backside.

"Oh!  I'm sorry Mistress!"  I started to babble.  "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry.   I'm.."

She leaned forward and spread her feet a little.  "Stop your babbling you stupid girl!  Kiss my ass!  Dead center.  A nice, big, affectionate kiss!  I want to feel all that nice lipstick you're wearing smearing me all down there.  Yes!  That's a girl!  Mmmmmmm.  Again!"

I was ashamed, but it wasn't awfully unpleasant there in the moist darkness.  At her command, I kissed her a number of times there before she finally ordered me to raise her panties back to their original position and set me free from the confines of her skirt.

I must admit that I was surprised when she grabbed me by the ear again and led me, squealing and weeping back into the main room.

"Christina!"  she yelled.  "What kind of ANIMAL have you let into your house?  Do you know what HE has done?  This MALE animal?"

Everyone looked up at the noise she was making.  Madame von Haltenberg  had been lying on top of Daniel.  His blouse was undone and the lace on his bra was easily seen - his lipstick was smeared all over his mouth.  She looked very contented, like the cat with a big dish of cream in front of her, one that she hadn't quite finished, but knew was there.

The baroness and Carla kept their hands on each other, but looked up with some interest as I was led into the room.  My mistress was just checking the supply of champagne at the bar, but turned around, a smile on her face.

"Yes Margot!  Please tell us all what that 'animal' did to you."

"He bit me.  Right on the ass!"  Margot said, pulling my ear lobe even more.

"He bit you?.  Not very smart, is he? " the baroness said, laughing.

"Don't believe me, huh?"  Margot said.  "Look!"

With that, she let my ear go and hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties down, then twirled around slowly, so that everyone could see where my lipstick had  colored her backside.  Everyone laughed.

"My!  I wish he'd bite ME like that!"  Carla said.

"Me too!" echoed the baroness.  "And ME!" said Madame von Haltenburg.

Mistress Christina laughed.  "Tell you what, ladies?  Want to be bitten there?  Form a circle out on the floor.  Cheryl?  Better put your lipstick on!"  then she added "Who wants to be first?"

Horrified, I saw all these elegant ladies laugh and shout 'Me first!'   "No me!"  and pretend to fight with each other to be first in line in the center of the floor.  Even Madame Margot  was struggling to get done again.  My mistress though, just stood watching, laughing at her friends having fun.

"Christina!  Come join us.  Have your little sissy boy kiss your ass in public!" Margot shouted.

My mistress just shook her head.  "No Margot.  He needs more training before I let him kiss me anywhere!  But you ladies?  Have fun!"

Then Margot shouted for Daniel to join the line, but my mistress said ."  No Margot.  If you don't mind?  I like my sissy maids to concentrate on kissing women's backsides.    I don't want them getting confused by bringing men, or boys, into the picture."

"Daniel's not a man!  Not even a boy.."  Margot began, but saw the look on my mistresses face, and stopped.

 I had to kiss the baroness first.  before doing so, I had to get my lipstick out of my purse and make my lips up, my audience all whistling and clapping as I put it on.

They made me kneel on the floor, then the baroness backed up to me, pretending she was a train, going 'choo choo'  and 'puff puff'.  Her bare back was lovely and her slight tan was accented my the silver material of her dress.  the material of the dress was surprisingly heavy.  As I lifted it,  the other women came crowding around.  Madame von Holtanburg  even kneeled down beside me.  "I want a good view!" she laughed.

The baroness started to laugh as she bent forward.  "Sissy boys are SUCH fun!  I've never had this done before.  Now Cheryl?  Don't be getting your lipstick on my panties!  If you do?  I'll borrow you from Christina and have you come over and have my maids show you how to wash panties by hand!"

She was wearing gorgeous silk panties with silver insets.  I was very careful lowering them.  Then I kissed her.   She wiggled her backside.  "Ooooh!  That's lovely!  Again Cheryl!"  and with the women all clapping and shouting, I had to kiss her another three times."
  
Then, after I re-made my lips up, it was Carla.  Her skirt was much lighter, and her panties were black lace.  She squirmed a lot but didn't make it as hard on me as the baroness had done.

 Madame von Haltenburg was very ladylike.  Underneath her black velvet dress she wore a full slip in pale ivory silk.  Her panties matched.  "I don't want you kissing my center Cheryl.  What I need is nice lip-prints - one on each cheek.  Do you understand?"

I did, so carefully kissed her, first on the left buttock, then on the right., making sure that my lips left a well defined outline.

"I've always enjoyed having people kiss my ass" she remarked as everybody laughed.  "I may not wash down there for a week.  Thank you Cheryl.  You're a good girl."

I smiled gratefully at her for being so thoughtful.

 Madame Margot wasn't so nice.  After my lips had been made up once more she watched me putting my lipstick back in my purse.  Saw the dildo.  "What's that, in there?  That white thing.  Let me see it!" and held out her hand.  Shaking with shame I took it out and handed it to her.

"My goodness!  Our little sissy has a dildo!  Use it for your girlfriends Cheryl?"

Mistress Christina laughed.  "Oh leave the poor girl alone Margot.  That's her training tool.  Her lollipop for when she needs consolation.  Right Cheryl?"

I nodded gratefully and bobbed a quick curtsey.

 Margot had a thoughtful expression on her face when she handed it back to me, but let me put it back in my purse without saying anything else.  To kiss her, she made me kneel on the floor again, and backed up to me, the way the baroness had.  She, however, did something different this time.  She wrapped her chiffon stole completely around my neck, then reaching behind her, took the ends in each hand and pulled them forward, pulling me in closer to her backside.

Again, I had problems getting her skirt up and her panties down but finally got everything arranged.  Then, just as I went to kiss her, she pulled the stole sharply forward and my face was pulled tightly into her backside.  And then she started to walk away from me, pulling me behind her!  To keep my balance, I had to let go of her skirt, which immediately fell down over my head, leaving me almost in darkness.

From above me, I then heard her start making noises as if she was in a military band  "Oompah!  Oompa!  Dom Dum Dum!, and start to march, stamping her feet on the floor, dragging me along behind her on my knees, just barely able to keep up.  There was a pause, then the other women joined in, starting to make 'oompa' and 'dum dum' noises. and marching along beside us.  My head under Margot's skirt, and my knees hurting from crawling  along the ground,   I could just imagine the sight I made, a captive sissy in a maid's uniform crawling and  being paraded around a room by a bunch of triumphant women.

When they tired of this, I was allowed to regain my feet, then reprimanded for being so rude as to stick my head up a ladies skirt, and  I was made apologize to madame Margot most humbly.  (I hated that woman!).  I was then allowed to go back to my room by my mistress.  She came with me.

"You've got your hair in a fine mess!  You should be ashamed!  I like my maids to be tidy and have neat hair and makeup at ALL times.  What do you have to say for yourself girl?"

I wanted to say how it wasn't fair.  How it wasn't my fault, but felt my eyes fill with tears, and heard myself say "I'm sorry mistress.  I'm sorry!"

Then I was truly surprised.  She came and hugged me to her bosom.  "You have been a very good little sissy maid!  You have done very well for a first time!  Now let's see if we can do something with your hair and makeup.  But smile for your mistress.  Come on now.  Smile."

And, through my tears, I smiled at this nice mistress.

 She let me wash my face then let me apply a facecloth with cool water against my eyes.  While I did this, she took a rattail comb out and started to tease my hair and spray it with lacquer and perfume.  I loved the way her hands felt as she smoothed my hair, and the sweet smell of the perfume was making me feel very loving.

"You're a very lucky  girl.  You know that there aren't many mistresses would do this for their maids, don't you?" she asked.

I nodded happily, seeing my hair coming back to its proper condition again.  Then she carefully pinned my maids cap back onto my hair.  "There!  That's a little better.  Let's get your makeup fixed again.  Feeling better now, my little doll maid?"

I blushed, and curtsied.  "Yes mistress.  You've been most kind.  Thank you."

She didn't take long to fix my makeup, and a few minutes later we were back in the main room.  Immediately, I felt that there was something different.  Dance music was coming from somewhere, but it wasn't that.  I couldn't place what it was at first, but then it struck me.  There was a new guest.  A rather pretty young girl in a pink party dress was dancing with Madame von Haltenburg.  Then madame Margot spoke.

"Christina?  I hope you don't mind?  but Daniel was misbehaving so badly I took him to Martina's old room and made him put on one of her old party dresses.  He looks much prettier now, don't you think?"

Mistress Christina smiled.  "Of course I don't mind Margot - and yes, Daniel looks lovely in it.  If he likes it?  He can take it home with him.  I'm sure Martina wouldn't mind.  It's a little young for her now."

Then she turned to me.  "Cheryl?  Don't be standing around!  See if any of these ladies would like something to drink.  Don't be a lazy girl!"

Mortified at being so stupid, I rushed - as much as my skirt would allow - to serve drinks to the ladies.  They were all dancing now.  I was told to turn the lights down low, which I did, then proceeded to relax a little with hardly anyone paying attention to me.  I noticed that they were all changing partners regularly.

 Daniel was very popular.  He danced the ladies part quite well I saw.  Though the music was always slow and dreamy, it probably made it easier for him I thought.   It was a very romantic scene.  Then I noticed that Daniel and his partner would disappear for a little while, then re-appear a short time later, him looking more and more disheveled as the evening wore on.
  
Then I was shocked when madame von Haltenburg laid a hand on my shoulder.  "Come on you pretty little thing.  Dance with me."

"I... I .. I don't know how to dance the ladies part."  I stammered.

She looked down at me.  "You're not possibly expecting ME to dance the ladies part, are you?"

"Oh no Madame."  I answered, curtseying and blushing.  It's just.."

She stopped me by taking me in her arms and moving me out onto the floor.

 I soon learned to follow and, as the music was slow, didn't make too many mistakes.  I soon became a popular dance partner as well.  Many of the ladies, liked to run their hands up under my skirt, and caress the backs of my thighs.  It was quite pleasant, actually.  All of them danced with me except my mistress.

"Having MEN at a party surely makes a difference, doesn't it?"  the baroness said at one point and everyone tittered.  Daniel was just being danced past me as she said this.  He, in his pink party dress, and me in my maids uniform, both blushed.  Which of us was the redder, I don't know.

The evening wore on and I sensed that the party was drawing to a close.  I was very grateful as I was becoming tired.  But it turned out that I had  more scenes to play before the night ended.

I had served everyone a flute of champagne for a birthday toast for my mistress.  Before it was made, Madame Margot called for me. "Cheryl!  Girl!  Come here!"

Trembling with fear of this horrible woman I walked to stand in front of her.  Curtsied.  "Yes madame?"

"Do you think someone who makes fun of your mistress should be punished?"  she snapped.

"Yes Madame - unless it was done by a friend."  I whispered.

"No friend.  Should they be punished?"

"Yes Madame."

"Good!  Now why do you wear that out of date hairstyle?  This is NOT 1964!  Are you going to tell me you like it?"

"Well Madame - I'm not really used to it..."

"But YOU didn't pick it out for yourself, did you?"

"No madame."

"LOOK at me when I talk to you girl! WHO did?"

"My mistress."  I whispered.

"Now!  If   you    said it was a stupid hairdo, you'd be criticizing your mistress, wouldn't you?"

"Yes madame.  I guess so."  I faltered.

"And anybody else - who wasn't a friend of hers?  If they made fun of your hair?  Same thing, right?"

I was thoroughly confused. "Yes Madame."

"All right!  Now my nephew Daniel - the boy in the party dress?" she said cruelly.  "He  laughed at your hair.  Made jokes about it.  Laughed about how silly it looked.  Don't you think he should be punished?  After all, your hairdo is what your mistress wants, isn't it?

I thought of all the discomfort I'd gone through - the teasing, the rollers, the humiliation!  How dare that little sissy laugh at MY mistress!

"Yes madame!  I think he should be punished."

"How?  What punishment would you give him.?" she asked softly.

I didn't even have to think.  "His hair's long enough.  Give him the same hairdo.  Let him see how it feels!"

And then I saw his stricken face, and knew that I'd sentenced the only other male in the room to more ridicule and torment than he'd already suffered.

 But this mean woman, this witch, had more cards up her sleeve.  She turned to him, spoke in calm, soothing tones.  "Daniel.  You look very tired tonight.  You do want to be the prize, don't you?"

He looked dazed for a moment, then a petulant expression crossed his face.

"No!  I'm too tired to be the prize tonight. I don't want to!"

"But Daniel, little sweetness,  you know how much the ladies look forward to our little game?  You can't disappoint them.  Surely?"  She was cooing to him now, all sweetness and light.

"Why can't she be the prize?  I'm tired!"  And he was pointing at me!

 All of the women clapped and I heard a few chuckles of pleasure.   My mistress spoke up.

"Ladies!  Cheryl is new!  This is her first day, for goodness sake!"

"Don't tell us you haven't had her practicing.  We saw what she had in that little purse.  Come on now Christina.  Fair is fair!"  Margot argued back.

With the other women clapping their support for Margot, my mistress gave in. Looked at me, then shrugged.  "But no big ones.  She's not used to them."  she added to a small chorus of boos.

"You have a harness for that one?" Margot asked.

"Yes"  Mistress admitted.

"Well, that can be a part of the prize. He helps fit the harness  and uses that one.  Can't ask fairer than that, can you?"

Mistress sighed.  "Cheryl?  Pour yourself a glass of champagne for my birthday toast."

"Thank you mistress I said," and curtsied happily.

The birthday toast was made by Madame von Haltenburg.  Everybody clapped, and drank the champagne.  It was lovely.

"Okay Cheryl"  mistress sighed.  "Go and stand in the middle of the floor.  Close your eyes."

"No Christina.  Let's blindfold her.  We can use this stole of mine,"  madame Margot said.  "We all know he looks cute in that.."  She came up to me and wrapped the stole around my eyes, effectively blinding me.

 "Now here's the rules of the game Cheryl" she gloated. "You stand in the middle here.  You can turn around a few times, but don't make yourself dizzy.  Us ladies will make a circle around you, and we'll be moving in a circle too.  You will count to ten, then stop, then move in any direction you want.  The first person you touch will be the winner.  Got it?"

I nodded.

"Then, start!"  she said.
                                                                                                               


The room became deathly quiet, but I could hear the swish of the various luxurious fabrics of their clothes as they stalked around me, could smell their perfume - and a strange, musky, odor.  Realized that there was a very high degree of sexual tension in the room. Realized that, somehow, it had something to do with me.

I counted to ten fairly slowly.  Then stopped.  A deathly hush fell over the room. Tentatively, I stretched a hand out in front of me.  Felt nothing.  Kept my hand up.  Took a step to the right.  My hand found a woman's shoulder.  I heard her exhale with pleasure, and then a bunch of good natured boos.

"Not fair! You won it last time!"  I heard Margot say as she pulled the stole from my eyes.  My hand was still on the shoulder of the baroness.  She smiled at me.  "I'm sure you'll do very well dear."  she said kindly.  "Don't be nervous."

 I had no idea what she was talking about, not even when my mistress handed me a peculiar harness type thing, that I had to fit to the baroness 's waist and hips.  It was a strange looking garment with a peculiar 'pocket' type thing that ended up down about where her groin would be.  I started to know what was happening when Mistress handed me my purse.  "You'll need to put your lollipop into the pocket on that harness Cheryl.  Just fit it in firmly now.  There's a girl."

 I know I was trembling, but so was the baroness.  I could feel her undulating inside her dress, see the sweat on her upper lip, smell her sex juices.  She stood there, in profile a woman with an erect penis.  They moved a small footstool in front of her for me to kneel on.

 "Okay Cheryl.  You know what to do now.  Do it properly now!" my mistress was saying.

 I knelt in front of the baroness and adjusted my height a little.  The other women all began to crowd around me, their eyes bright and feral looking.  They made a collective sigh as my tongue inched out and gently touched the underside of the ivory.  The baroness made a tiny little jump, then moved forward a little.  I kissed the tip gently.  It was so smooth.  I opened up my mouth a fraction, and the tip moved in - then out.  I followed it and this time, when it came back it went further into my mouth.

 I could actually feel the hot breath of the women.  Someone was panting quite heavily.  Then the ivory was filling my mouth again.  This time though, the baroness's hands came around the back of my head and pulled me in! And then it felt as if my head was being held in a vice as the woman started to pump the dildo in and out of my mouth.  I started to gag, but she didn't stop until she made a peculiar sound, and pulled the thing away from me.  Everyone clapped.

That was, essentially, the end of the party.  The baroness gave me a nice kiss and thanked me.  Madame Carla and madame von Haltanburg both complimented my mistress for training me so well.  Madame Margot looked at me with hot eyes and frightened me.  Daniel had the grace to look ashamed, but whether it was because of what he'd done to me, or the pink party dress he wore, I wasn't sure.


9 comments:

rocketdave said...

To be continued.

If you're curious to know what it was I altered in my drawing (though I can't imagine many of you would be), I lengthened Cheryl's hobble skirt a bit.

Carrie P said...

Hi Dave
Thanks for yet another great piece, I haven't seen it before and it really enhances the story for me.
rgds

Carrie

rocketdave said...

Thanks for the compliment, Carrie. It helps to know that someone likes what I do, so I don't feel like I'm just wasting my time with the whole art angle.

Carrie P said...

Dave I can assure you you’re not wasting your time both your pieces have brought the story to life. The depiction of Charles mincing in the hobble skirt (the longer length is much better in my opinion) captured his torment exquisitely. As I said both are great but the first one really conveys his abject servitude at the feet of his mistress, very erotic. I’d be really surprised if most readers don’t enjoy them. I know it’s time consuming creating these so thanks again for their inclusion it’s a real bonus.
Carrie

Anonymous said...

Good story but not as clever as the "Rose and Jack" and "Amongst Women" serials, which I find more amusing and entertaining.

Anonymous said...

Very good story!

colette.

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