A Suitable Position Chapter 3 is below, might bit a bit slow for some tastes but hopefully readers will like it.
Thanks for all the positive comments. Re-read it for typos and obvious errors I think I got them all- if not apologies - but there seems to be some issues around the UK vs American English , hopefully that's all it is.
Chapter 3
The
(In)Dignity of Labour.
Robert Kilcoyne had to spend a further thirty excruciating minutes
in the company of his persecutors
drinking what was supposed to be a relaxing cup of cocoa while dressed
in the most hideous feminine nightwear before finally been given permission to retire
for the night. Much as he tried to restore some semblance of masculinity,
tottering in the unfamiliar heeled slippers towards his bedroom made this
impossible and he almost tripped as his feet got caught in his overlong and
extremely wide satin pyjama pants causing him to stumble slightly. He knew the
only way to negotiate the way to his destination was to lift the material of
the pants and dressing gown in the effeminate way he was shown by Greta and as
he reluctantly did so allowing him to self- consciously mince his way to the
door. Finally he reached his new bedroom and despite the promise to himself not
to look at the lettering on the door his eyes were drawn to the bold Germanic
script – Unter-HausMadchen - no translation was necessary, he was now occupying
the under housemaid’s bedroom. He reflected ruefully on the situation he had
found himself in,
The Houseboy sleeping
in the Housemaid’s bed and forced to wear female nightwear – his mistress’s satin pyjamas. The horrible
thought raced through his mind as he opened the door.
He scolded himself for referring to Frau Kirchen as his
mistress but the title seemed to have seeped into his brain by osmosis and like
an ear or music worm he was unable to rid himself of it. Still holding his new
nightwear in the girlish fashion required, he crossed the bedroom floor and
caught his reflection in the large floor length dressing mirror and unwilling
as he was to admit it he knew the cut of the pyjamas and dressing gown served
only to enhance his breasts giving him the feminine figure he had striven so
hard to conceal. Now that he’d had a few moments alone he reflected on the
conversation they just had, he didn’t know how she did it but Frau Kirchen seemed
to extract from him every bit of information about his past without him
realising it. Both she and Greta appeared to show great empathy regarding his
unfortunate condition and as he took this as a softening in their attitude, he had
attempted once more to change their minds about having to wear such girly
clothes but was rebuked quite sternly and in fact he wound up apologising for
his ingratitude at receiving such a generous gift of delicate and expensive
nightwear from his mistress. However now that he was alone and free from their
prying eyes the urge to discard the unmanly satin pyjamas grew but the thought was
dismissed as he quickly recalled he had been told in no uncertain terms that to
do so would be considered a serious infraction of Madam’s regulations. He was
unsure what dissuaded him from doing so, perhaps it was because he seemed so
vulnerable dressed as he was or maybe it was the way in which she looked into
his eyes almost as if she could read his mind and he also had to consider was Greta
really joking when she laughed and said she would check on him during the
night.
No, he decided the real reason was – and he shivered
slightly when he recalled it - was the mistress’s words “naturally any breach
of this rule would lead to a severe disciplining”. Rationality told him they
could not possibly know if he were to divest himself of the satin garment and
he really didn’t think Greta would check him but by now his usual composure had
ebbed away leaving him feeling decidedly insecure and if he was honest with
himself a little weak willed. Whatever the reason he did not want to chance
defying his new employer and potentially risk the punishment, no it was not
worth the gamble he decided. He resigned himself to remaining in the womanly
clothing for the night and despite his loathing of his new attire he could not
help notice how soft and delicate to the touch they were, sitting on the satin
quilted bed he got the same sensation from that material also. The thought of
having to spend the night enveloped in this soft and most feminine of materials
was almost too much for any man to bear but he was left with no choice. He decided
to rise early in the morning for work and then he could justifiably rid himself
of the ghastly garments, he consoled himself with the thought of how liberating
it would feel to pull on a pair of men’s trousers once more. He removed the
dressing gown and placed it on the padded velvet ottoman at the foot of the bed
and touching the heavy satin quilt once more shivered at the sensation of the delicate and
smooth fabric, he pulled it back and climbed between the extra fine cotton
sheets settled his head on the oversized frilled satin pillows and closed his eyes trying desperately
to block out the feel of the sensuous material against his body but knew it was
impossible with even the slightest movement the satin caressed his now highly sensitive breasts and he could
already feel his nipples enlarge soon to be followed by his soft but ever
hardening penis. He knew sleep would not come easily.
Greta was surprised to find him busy in the kitchen when she
wandered in still half asleep dressed in a midnight blue silk kimono robe over
a matching full length nightgown.
“My, don’t you do
look different from the last time I saw you” she said noting his reversion to
male clothes.
I just want to get started as early as possible” he lied but
strongly suspected she would be aware of the real reason.
“Trying to make a good impression eh?” Greta said mockingly
“no need. Madam was very impressed
and you did look very attractive.”
Robert blushed at the thought of the previous night.
“I’ll get going” he said picking up the list of duties that
Greta had discussed with him during their dinner the previous evening and left
hastily.
Greta watched him scurry out the back door and smiled. She
poured herself a cup of coffee sat at the table and mused about the previous
night. Frau Kirchen’s rules and regulations were outrageous she should know,
she herself was a victim and although she had realised when the contract was
signed there would be some penalty if she decided to terminate her employment
without the required three months’ notice, she certainly did not expect the
price to pay would be to work the rest of her contract as a housemaid. It was
so humiliating but having seen first-hand
the powerful women Frau Kirchen had as friends she knew the threat to
ruin, even imprison her was not an idle one. Greta found it hard at first to
adapt to her new role, she particularly hated wearing a maid’s uniform and
found it demeaning having to curtsy so it was a pleasant change not to mention
more than a little arousing to see someone else being humiliated. She had to
admit that participating in dressing the arrogant boy in the mistress’s pyjamas
and dressing gown was enjoyable and discovering those breasts was quite
something else, strangely enough it made him even more attractive and she would
have entered his room only Madam had warned her off on pain of severe
punishment. She’d pondered that for a while and thought she recalled her employer’s
breathing quicken as they dressed him in the satin pyjamas, perhaps he may
become the focus of Madam’s attention from now on and she may be able to use
that to her own advantage. Greta felt she had to do something quickly as
despite her best efforts at resisting her employer’s ridiculous and petty rules
she seemed to be slowly sliding into a servile disposition and had even begun unconsciously
referring to Frau Kirchen as “Madam” or “the Mistress”. It was undoubtedly
Madam’s constant reminding her to do so as well as answering telephone calls
from Frau Kirchen’s friends who always insisted on referring to her employer as
“your Mistress”. It was certainly having a demoralising effect and she
shuddered at the thought that she could become compliant, so meek and pliable that
eventually she may lose all her confidence and heaven forbid end up
institutionalised as her maid. She wasn’t sure why or how but she had a strong
feeling that somehow this boy may hold the key to her finally leaving Madam’s
service legitimately and she would have to conceive a plan towards that very
goal. Looking at the clock she hurried herself and said out loud
“The mistress will want her breakfast shortly I’d better
hurry and shower. Shit! I said it again.”
Rozamund Kirchen woke at the sound of the soft knock at her
bedroom door.
“Enter” she called out stretching out her arms barely
noticing her breasts had momentarily escaped from the confines of the lace bra
top of her powder blue chiffon nightgown.
She repositioned them as she watched the maid making her way to her king size mahogany bed,
covered as all of the beds, servants as well as guests, were in a rich
silk-satin matching the quilting in the large headboard. The room itself was
Art Deco in style decorated in contrasting cream and rich burgundy colours the
same shade as the bed linen. Large easy chairs either occupied either side of
the large bay window, a Ruhlmann dressing table with a triptych mirror sat
several metres opposite the bed, exquisite Impressionist and Cubist art hung
from the walls, the most exquisite Egyptian and Byzantine figurines were dotted
around the room, Greta had long ago come to the conclusion they had to be
valued in millions. It was the most sumptuous bedroom the maid had ever been in
and being in the presence of so much fine art almost made the humiliating
nature of her position bearable.
“Your breakfast, Madam.” Greta said placing the tray in
front of her mistress who leaned forward allowing her maid to plump her
pillows. The maid conscious that she had been warned several times already this
week bobbed a curtsy before going to the windows to draw the curtains,failure
to perform this display of subservience would trigger a punishment paddling,
something she had no wish to endure again Her mistress watched her as she went
about her task and thought to herself
Yes I believe the girl
is finally accepting her place as my maid and not before time too – it’s so
tedious having to train these girls properly and so difficult to find suitable girls, despite the salary on offer.
For some reason they seem to dislike the very idea of domestic service no doubt
they probably feel it is beneath them. What one should really have to start
with is a blank canvas -a girl I could mould into a perfect domestic servant,
perhaps even train as my lady’s maid. I really thought that last one had the
potential but the silly girl had other ideas. I’m sure she regrets it now. It
was after all the reason I was forced to advertise for a houseboy although I’ve
never had one before but I’ve heard younger, immature males may be easier to
handle, just a pity he’s not a girl I feel he could easily be broken in as a
maid. Ah yes! The servant problem – our class’s never ending problem, oh well
the trials of modern life I suppose.
She broke off from her thoughts as she realised Greta had
been gazing out the window for several moments and wondered what had caught her
attention.
“What on earth are you looking at girl” she called to the
maid.
“I was just watching Robert Madam, he appears to be having
some difficulty” Greta answered as she watched the young man struggle with a medium
sized log much to the amusement of a
number of large figures in stripped work clothes, as they made light work of
timber three times the size of his load.
Frau Kirchen got out of bed, put on her chiffon peignoir and
slippers and joined her maid at the window. The boy was indeed the object of
derision and she could hear their raucous laughter even from this remove, Greta
could see that Madam wasn’t the least bit impressed.
“The women are from the local penitentiary” she explained in
a clam voice still observing the scene but not looking at Greta “and as a
favour to my friend the Deputy Prime Minister, Baroness Lesbanhoff, who is
extremely interested in the reform of female prisoners, I agreed to have
several inmates do some work around the garden but I will not have them
ridicule my staff.”
Even though there was no real visible sign of annoyance in
her face Greta having spent several months in her service was acutely aware that
this had indeed angered her, she issued instruction to her maid.
“Go down there and tell the guard in a loud voice that the
prisoners will hear that unless they stop this behaviour immediately and
apologise to the boy they will be in chains for a month and the guard will be
washing toilets for a year.”
Greta was shocked, she knew her employer had influential
friends but hadn’t realised just how powerful she herself was. If she could do
this to these prisoners for such a trivial matter Greta hated to think what damage
she could inflict on her. She made a mental note not to get on the bad side of
her mistress from now on, before leaving her presence she was careful to give a
respectful curtsy. Frau Kirchen still deep in thought mused out loud,
“And after they have apologised take him to his room and I
will meet you there I think I may have made an error in allowing him to work
outside he seems far too delicate for such manual work. Perhaps he may be
better suited to more domestic duties.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea Madam” Greta enthused “and
with the extra visitors to the house in the months since you’ve returned the
help would be most welcome.”
“Yes I suppose so” her mistress absentmindedly conceded
before dismissing her “well run along girl.”
The maid gave another curtsy and within minutes Greta had
rescued Robert and delivered her mistress’s warning which she noticed was received
in horrified silence, broken only by profuse apologies from the prisoners and
their guard. There was no doubt that the boy was grateful to have been recused
but pride prevented him from admitting it, however like Greta the disturbing
effect of Frau Kirchen’s message on the prisoners was not lost on him and only further
emphasised the extent of her power and influence. It was abundantly clear she
was not someone to be trifled with, so silently and somewhat sheepishly he followed
Greta who had said nothing apart from issuing the instruction that Madam wished
to see him. He wondered if perhaps he was to be released from his contract
which would no doubt result in losing the money for his operation but at least
he would not have to put up with the petty humiliations of the previous night.
When Greta opened the door of his room Frau Kirchen was
already there and from her face and body language he could see she was not at
all pleased.
“It’s quite clear that you are not exactly suited to manual
labour” she began and much as he wished to cite extenuating circumstances he
immediately understood that perhaps this was not the best time to do so, her
eyes surveyed the room and she continued “and from the evidence I see here your
housekeeping skills are not up to much either but at least it is less
physically taxing and I’m sure given the proper training you will make a better
job of it than working outside.
He looked around and had to admit that in his haste to get
dressed and out of the clutches of both these overbearing women he had emptied
his rucksack and discarded the few pieces of clothing he had leaving the room
in a state of untidiness but he thought it wasn’t that bad. She moved around the room
with a look of disdain, lifting a lone sock between her fingers before moving towards the
bed and suddenly his blood ran cold. She picked up his or more correctly her
satin pyjama pants and examined it.
“I see we’ve had a little accident” she said as if speaking
to a five year old holding up the sperm stained garment for him to examine
while Greta moved closer.
“I …em….aaah …..” he blabbered unable to explain adequately
the nocturnal emission he forgotten he’s had, “ I’m so sorry Madam I..
I…didn’t…couldn’t….”
He was close to tears when Frau Kirchen intervened in a soft
and conciliatory voice
“It’s alright dear boy these little things happen at your
age, I suppose young males are not used to the sensuous sensations of such soft
and delicate fabrics against their skin. My fault I suppose I should have known
better and taken precautions, but never mind I’m sure we’ve all learnt a
valuable lesson and will take steps to ensure it doesn’t happen again. Isn’t
that so?”
“Yes Madam” he murmured not sure what she meant but was so
grateful that she had forgiven his indiscretion he thought it may be rude to
seek clarification and added “thank you Madam.”
At least I’ll get to
sleep naked tonight so that won’t
happen again he thought
“Good, then we’ll say no more about it.” she said smiling
“you can hand wash these later and I’ll have Greta replace them with and
identical set but… in the most gorgeous shade of lilac. I’m sure you’ll just
adore them.”
He groaned inside at the thought of being put into these
horrible clothes again and what if it happened once more.
“But it may happen again Madam” Greta said alerting her
mistress to the obvious.
“Yes I know that’s why you will also fetch one of my high
waisted girdles, they usually keep everything in place.”
“An excellent idea Madam” Greta enthused, a sly grin
spreading across her face as Frau Kirchen once more faced the boy.
Did I hear that
correctly, a high waisted girdle – is that what I think it is, she’s got to be
joking she’d never do that – he said
to himself – but now’s not the time to start asking awkward questions.
These disturbing thoughts were interrupted as she continued
apace.
“Now that’s settled, back to the business at hand, as I’ve
said outside work is now out of the question so you will assist Greta with
housework and as such you will need a proper uniform and from what I see of the
contents of your ..ahem…. luggage, you
have nothing remotely suitable for working indoors as my houseboy. So I think
these will do until we can get you a proper uniform.”
She pointed to the bed where she had laid out his new
“uniform”, which consisted of a pair of light grey palazzo pants, matching
shoes with a two inch heel and a white linen
blouse with a grey Peter Pan collar, he cringed when he saw the ensemble but
considering his current circumstances knew he had little option but to wear it
and even worse accept he would now be working in this new humiliating capacity
- her houseboy. Any notion he had that he would be left alone to undress and
put these horrible clothes on were soon dispelled.
“Well get on with it” Madam said somewhat impatiently and
pointing to the dressing screen.
Behind the screen he had difficulty in zipping up the pants
as the zipper was at the back in that peculiarly feminine style, he felt they
were at least one size too small and was unable to close it properly, but even
worse was when he checked himself in the mirror he realised his breasts were quiet
noticeable and practically indistinguishable from the female version. Despite
both women being already aware of this he was reluctant to emerge from the
behind the screen but had no choice when he heard Greta’s voice demand his
presence.
“Yes I thought there would be that problem” Madam commented matter of factly as she inspected the
now increasingly embarrassed youth, Greta nodded her agreement acknowledging
the small but clearly visible protruding mounds of soft flesh.
“Take of your blouse we will have to do something about that
we really don’t want to have your manly charms
on display, now do we?” she ordered.
Robert hesitated and felt that the humiliation of wearing
Madam’s clothes was bad enough without having to reveal his unmanly chest once
more.
“Very well if you want to go about showing off those pert
breasts I have no problem, I’m sure my guests will find it amusing.” she said.
He knew that would be intolerable and without further prompting
he unbuttoned the blouse and suddenly felt extremely vulnerable as he noticed
both women eyes widen at the sight of his mammary glands . It was probably
twenty seconds before Frau Kirchen broke the silence but to Robert it felt like
twenty minutes.
“Here put this on” she finally uttered in a faltering voice
and handed him an off white ivory silk camisole with a lace v-neck.
Not wishing to expose himself longer than necessary he
quickly and without protest took the smooth and dainty garment instantly
slipping it over his head, his skin reacquainting itself with the softness of
the material then tugged it into place, despite the obvious feminine nature of
it he was relieved just to cover his breasts. Greta stepped forward and
adjusted the straps and he felt she took a little longer than was necessary to
settle his breasts into position.
“Now try the blouse again” Madam ordered and he wasted no
time in obeying wishing to cover the piece of lingerie as quickly as he could.
“Not ideal but… yes, much better.” she said standing back,
nodding her approval and turned to pick up something “now those pants seem a
tad small, why you can’t even close the zipper but not to worry once you’re
wearing this it will fit perfectly.”
He was visibly shocked at the sight of the white formidable
garment she held out in front of her. He knew what it was immediately as he had
often had to handle such things when his aunts’ maid was indisposed and
shuddered at the thought of having to wear yet another item of women’s
clothing- and such an intimate one at that. This really was a step too far and in
the few moments it was taking for him to gather what little courage he had to
flatly refuse this outrageous request she turned to Greta and said
“Oh by the way Greta, you did tell those awful
prisoners that they would be in chains for a month. I cannot abide
insubordination. I really should have them flogged for bullying this dear boy,
I will speak to the Baroness this evening about them.”
A chill ran down his spine with all that had happened in the
last hour he had almost forgotten the look of fear in the female prisoners’
eyes when Greta delivered the mistress’s message, he actually several of them
quake with fear. He was still recalling this when his thoughts were interrupted
by a shrill voice.
“Are you going to put this on or not” Madam snapped
The risk is far too
high, he thought no knowing what
she’ll do if I refuse.
He meekly took the abhorrent item and nodded his acceptance
recognising it as a similar style that his aunts wore, satin panels front and
rear with stiff nylon at the sides. There was an extremely firm elasticated
belt like effect about four inches deep at the top of it with a small satin bow
at the apex of the satin panel.
“Good now that’s settled run along and change behind the
screen there’s a good girl” Madam chirped, her mood having improved since he
accepted the girdle without out any obvious resistance and resigned to his fate
he timidly obeyed her and turned to head for the screen. However she wasn’t
quite finished with him just yet and added,
“Oh and don’t put on your pants until I make an inspection,
we may have to change the style.”
By now he was on the verge of crying but oblivious to his
distress she dismissed him with a wave of her hand and turned to speak to Greta
as he disappeared from their view.
A wave of shame engulfed him and he sobbed as he struggled manfully
to pull on the loathsome girdle, shuddering at the memory of having to
accompany his aunts as they purchased similar grotesque articles while they
constantly reminded him that foundation garments were essential for good
posture as well as a sign of good breeding regardless of sex.
Oh how his aunts would
have greatly approved of Madam’s choice of underwear for him, he mused
ruefully, the irony of fleeing a house where he was stifled by femininity only
to end up in an even worse situation, wasn’t lost on him Frying pan and Fire, he thought
Having taken a few extra moments to try and regain some
degree of composure but failing miserably he responded to Greta’s bark demanding his
appearance and with nowhere to hide he slowly emerged from behind the ornate
screen.
“What do you think Greta?” Madam asked her maid.
“That horrible bulge between her legs Madam, it spoils such
a beautiful girdle.” Greta replied, smiling sweetly at Robert.
He bristled at the reference to him as “her” and would have
shot her a filthy look except Frau Kirchen was looking directly at him
scrutinising his new underwear and he thought she would not look upon it
favourably. He swallowed his pride and let it go.
“My thoughts exactly, let me show you what we mean” her
mistress said and stepping forward demonstrated her concern for Robert’s
benefit by running her hand over the offending bump before continuing “as you
can see my dear it will ruin the smooth
outline of the front of your pants.”
Her hand caressed his confined genitals through the smooth
satin material as she outlinined her concerns and horror of horrors he felt his
member growing by the second.
“Oh dear Greta he seems to like satin I hadn’t counted on
that. Fortunately his girdle will kill
two birds with one stone, flatten his front and prevent another little
embarrassing accident like he had last night. Isn’t that right, my girl.”
Robert wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or Greta but
just wanted this to end and blurted,
“Yes..yes Madam”
She felt him gently once more and their eyes met just as they
both could feel the now unquestionable swelling. She slowly removed her hand,
her breath quickening she cleared her throat and said as brusquely as she could
manage
“No..no.. that will not do I’m afraid. Now pop behind the
screen again like a good girl and this time hide your little thingy between
your legs before drawing your girdle up, it should be tight enough to keep it
in place and give a much flatter shape. If you need some help Greta will assist
you.”
“No I’ll be fine Madam” he mumbled and fled behind the
screen, hands covering the satin panel containing his now almost totally erect
penis. It took several minutes before his erection subsided and he reappeared a
tad uncomfortable and slightly flushed but now suitably flattened in front and
relieved that his wayward and uncontrollable member now tightly secure between
his legs would now be unable to make an
unexpected and unwelcome appearance.
“Much better don’t you think Greta” Madam said, now having retired to the chaise longue
on which she draped her elegant
frame, having regained her poise added “but you’d better check nonetheless.”
Greta move forward and not satisfied with a visual
inspection slid her hand down the now smooth satin front panel and then between
his legs, gently groping him and despite its snug confinement his penis twitched
and she detected a low and stifled moan from him.
“Nice and safe Madam” Greta called to her mistress, giving
him a final gentle squeeze then slyly whispered to him “ I doubt you’ll be able
to have a little “accident” now”
Madam rose and decided to inspect for herself but this time
limited it to a visual one.
“Mmm, yes it does seem satisfactory, you may put on your
pants now.”
In his haste to cover himself he almost fell over and pulled
on the pants, the girdle had the desired effect and once he located the back
zipper had no problem drawing it up.
“You’d better put these on before you slip into your shoes”
Greta said handing him a pair of women’s sheer knee high stockings with elasticated
lace tops.
Greta showed him how to put them on without tearing them and
when he’d finished slipped his feet into the two inch heels she gave him.
“Yes not bad, perhaps some hair clips to keep her hair back
Greta” Madam said
“ I have something better Madam” Greta said, and after
retrieving something from one of the drawers proceeded to fit a seven inch wide elasticated
black and white lace headband over his forehead and arranged his hair into a
style she felt more appropriate inside the band which tapered to the width of
an inch at the back of his head.
“Excellent” Madam beamed “now she looks like a proper
servant, come take a look in the mirror”
He really didn’t know which word he was most offended at “servant”
or “her” and desperately wanted to
correct Frau Kirchen’s now regular misuse of pronouns but the recent display of
her authority and how she could use it against him was uppermost in his mind
and he remained silent. His worst fears were confirmed when she led him to the
mirror. The outfit made him look decidedly female and the lace headband made it
look like he was wearing a maid’s cap from the 1930’s.
“Yes, she certainly does Madam” Greta answered her mistress
as Robert now began to feel the girdle firmly squeeze his stomach and compress
his buttocks.
“Well you’d better put her to work then, you can start with
this room, and then have her report to me.” Frau Kirchen instructed, satisfied
that her new servant was now suitably attired and directing her eyes at Greta
added “please ensure she is familiar with her duties and responsibilities. I
will hold you responsible for her training.”
“Yes Madam” Greta replied and curtsied as her mistress
elegantly crossed the room her peignoir billowing as she moved. She stopped at
the door fixing her servants with a cold stare.
“The door, girl!” Greta snapped at Robert who stood slightly
in front of her and in a lower but no less urgent voice said “and don’t forget to curtsy”
Robert rushed to the door and opened it for his mistress
dropping a curtsy as he did so.
“A bit quicker the next time” Madam admonished as she left
the room.
Greta wasted no time in putting him to work tidying his room
and after he had finished then moved on to her own room.
“You’ll do the same here I have various duties I have to
attend to, when you’re finished put your soiled pyjamas in my laundry basket
and take them to the laundry room.” she instructed him.
“That’s not fair, I don’t mind doing my room but why should
I have to do yours as well.” he said finally gathering the courage to mount a
challenge to this madness.
“Because it is part of the under-housemaid’s duties and you
heard what Madam said I’m now responsible for your training” Greta snapped and
taking him by the hand led him to the window pointed to one of the prisoners,
“you see the girl with the shaved head?” Robert nodded, Greta continued
“I recognised her as the maid that was here when I started,
she disappeared after a few days and I suspected she just absconded. I haven’t
had a chance to talk to her but it seems too much of a coincidence she ended up
in prison so soon after leaving here without giving the required notice. Now do
you really want me to tell the mistress you’re being disobedient?”
“No” he replied his head bowed knowing full well he was firmly
lodged between a rock and a hard place.
“Very well and as I’m now your superior I think it only
fitting you address me as Miss Greta when we’re alone.. don’t you think?” Greta
crowed, pressing home her advantage.
“I .. well… do I really … it seems ….” he stammered as Greta
fixed him with an icy look her arms folded as she impatiently tapped her
polished court shoe.
The trauma of the last few hours took their toll, he lowered
his eyes as he presented his surrender.
“Yes Miss Greta” he answered.
7 comments:
Carrie this story gets better and better. Can't wait for the next instalment, you really do have an amazing talent for this genre.
L.G.
Hi Carrie, a big thank you for continuing the story with chapter 3
Wow! What a fascinating, very well written story, and I really hope that this story never ends. The description of the different outfits of Robert are incomparable. Your details to the bodice and description of the other clothes are delicious.
I love the exquisite new humiliation and the slow transition to the new female lifestyle Roberts. I can` t wait to see what happens next.
Many greetings from Germany
Damn, I love this story.
Thanks LG for your feedback and vote of confidence hope the next one meets your expectations hopefully it should get more interesting with the introduction of some new characters.
Vielen Dank to our German friend for your support and kind words and I’m glad you liked the description of the clothes it took me a while to find exactly what I wanted. You are right it is slow but sometimes slower is better.
Carrie
Yes, slower is better. This is delightful. Frau Kirchen is scary. The former maid is not only on the prison work crew but she has had her head shaved. Wonderfu!
Felicia Fussyfrocks
I adore this story. I also have a question, although I am not sure this is the place to ask it. The question is whether anyone knows where to find the story "Chase" by Bea.
Thanks, Michelle
Time for Frau Kirchen to have some lavish dinner parties with guests who spend the night. Robert will become immeshed in a web of silks, satins and taffetas. Yummy!
Many thanks to you in Germany for the lead to Chase.
Fondly, Michelle
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