Below is part 6 of ASP, thanks again to all who have
commented and indicated their liking for the story so far, without feedback it’s
hard to know if people are enjoying it, so it’s much appreciated. The intention
is to continue this for a few more chapters but life does have a habit of
getting in the way and with a serial that can be a major challenge. As I’ve
mentioned previously there have been some very unwelcome interruptions recently
and while I can’t promise anything I will try to continue for another two chapters at
least. Hope you enjoy it.
Carrie
A Suitable
Position©
Chapter 6
A Minor
Indiscretion
After his employer had closed the bathroom door behind her a
wave of despondency washed over Robert. Everything had moved so fast in the
last twenty four hours his brain seemed incapable of processing the sequence of
events that had led to him to now being dressed as a servant girl. While he was
not exactly being physically held prisoner leaving her employ was nevertheless out
of the question, not least because she held his passport but more importantly because
of the serious view taken in the jurisdiction with regard to breach of contract
as he had recently discovered from Greta. Of course his own physical appearance
particularly that damned feminine chest of his- he could not bring himself to
refer to them as breasts – did not help and in truth this may well be the real
cause of his incarceration in women’s clothing or more to be more accurate - a
ghastly maid’s uniform. There had to be a way out of this nightmare but he
needed a lot of time to think about it and right now he felt, looking at the several
of items of clothing scattered around the luxurious bedroom, he had other and more
immediate issues to take care of.
“So this is what I’ve become” he said under his breath “a
lady’s maid, another name for a personal skivvy. Now I understand what Greta
means about having to perform such menial tasks, for heaven’s- picking
up her underwear. Couldn’t she do this herself?”
Despite his deep resentment at his unwilling and practically
forced feminisation not to mention his subsequent appointment as Frau Kirchen’s
probationary lady’s maid he knew that he had to create the illusion that at the
very least he was making an effort to do his best to justify her faith,
misplaced as it was in him. Failure to
make a good impression he felt may well land him in deeper trouble. For some
inexplicable reason this woman was deluded in the belief that appointing him as
her personal maid was akin to bestowing a great favour on him however he
decided that as she would reappear shortly this was not the best time to devote
too much time to the problem and had better just get on with it. He began by
picking up her discarded lingerie and foundation wear and for some inexplicable
reason he held the white silk panties to his face and inhaled her powerful
intimate scent he had never done this before and he felt a rush of excitement
grow in his groin. He then turned his attention to the satin ivory slip and
buried his face in the soft material greedily breathing in the delicate floral
aroma of her perfume. The sound of a bottle dropping in the bathroom brought
him to his senses and he quickly folded the garments placing them in a neat
pile on one of the chairs. He thought it would make a good impression if he
knocked on the bathroom door and offered his help.
“I heard something Madam, do you require assistance” he said
and winced at how abjectly servile he sounded.
“No Daphne it’s quite all right I just dropped the shampoo.
What an attentive boy you are” she
called back clearly impressed by her new maid’s alertness.
Dressed as he was he once more found this pointed reference
to his true sex an unwelcome reminder of what he had now become. However he
took great comfort in the thought that he had easily managed to deceive her with
this false display of subservience.
A small victory but a victory nonetheless, he thought.
He felt a little pride creep back into his being and even
managed a little spring in his step as he crossed the room to resume his tasks.
This did not last long as he began reading the note she had left for him outlining
his duties as her new maid, he cringed as his eyes scanned its contents it would
fall to him to hand wash the very items he had just removed from her person. He
had little time to dwell on this as he heard the shower stop and knew it would not
be long before she emerged from the bathroom, he quickly set about assembling
the required clothing which presented little problem as he was now familiar
with the drawers in which they were kept. He laid them out on the bed, panties
and stockings, a high open-bottomed girdle with the embroidered initials RK in
the satin panelling exactly the same as
the one he was forced to wear, a long line bra and a deep burgundy satin slip.
He returned to her cavernous closet to retrieve the taffeta dress she required,
luckily it was the same colour as the slip so was easily identifiable amongst
the tens of dozens of dresses she had hanging there. He couldn’t help but
notice how sensuous the soft material was as he carried it to the bed where he
took great care in laying it out alongside her underwear he returned to the
closet and fetched the matching shoes. No matter how hard he tried the many
mirrors placed around the room made it impossible for him to avoid seeing the
smartly uniformed maid busily going about her or more accurately his lowly
tasks. The little boost he had gotten minutes earlier now disappeared, he
loathed the image thrown back at him and was crestfallen at being powerless to
do anything about it but these thoughts vanished with the emergence of Frau
Kirchen from the bathroom. She made her way to the bed and closely inspected
each item of clothing he had laid out, he waited hands folded over his apron
awaiting her opinion.
“Excellent” she said after what seemed an eternity “I think
you may just have what it takes to be a lady’s maid.”
He had to fight hard to prevent recoiling at her remark but
understood immediately she meant it as a compliment and had little choice in
his reply.
“Thank you Madam”
She untied her robe and allowed it fall to the ground he rushed
to pick it up and lay it on the ottoman. Much as he tried to avert his eyes he
couldn’t help but gaze on her statuesque body, her breasts were large but
perfectly formed and the weight she carried around her midriff did in no way
take from her figure. Her thighs were large but muscular like those of an athlete,
a cross county skier perhaps and he was astonished to see her pubic mound was
entirely hairless. He had never seen a woman so smooth and couldn’t take his
eyes off it, he could feel an unwelcome swelling rise between his own legs. This
did not go unnoticed.
“Do you like what you see? Probably a little excited
downstairs, eh?” she said.
His mouth dried up and he knew his face had betrayed him he
could only nod unable to stem the blood from engorging his penis, he felt his
knees tremble at the magnificent sight in front of him.
“On your knees” she ordered and sat on the bed opening her
legs, as he knelt on the floor she motioned him closer so his face was just
centimetres from her vulva.
She looked down on him with a mixture of dismay and
weariness in the way a teacher would express disappointment in a promising young
schoolboy and continued,
“You are probably experiencing some confusing emotions
perhaps even still thinking of yourself as a male with all those horrible
testosterone urges, these feelings are also probably making you forget what
your new role is, isn’t that right dear?”
“Yes Madam” he replied trying to surpress the tormenting
pulses between his legs.
“Now tell me what your name is?” she said tilting her head
and fixing him with piercing violet eyes.
He looked up at her and could feel the shame form a lump in
his throat as he gave his reply.
“Daphne, Madam.”
“Daphne? now enlighten me is Daphne a boy’s name?” she asked.
“No Madam.” he muttered.
“A girl’s name then?” she continued.
Shamefully he could only nod his agreement.
“I see and tell me Daphne, what is your role in my
household?” she asked.
“A lady’s maid Madam, your lady’s maid.” he mumbled, he
could feel the blood rapidly draining from his member as his humiliation
continued.
“A lady’s maid.” she repeated “and do tell me Daphne, is a lady’s maid usually male?”
“No, Madam.” he said quietly.
“And are you a male…..Daphne?” she continued the
interrogation.
“Yes … I mean no…. I mean……. I don’t know…” he stammered his
penis now shrunk completely.
“You don’t know?” she repeated “well I suppose that’s only
to be expected, you do seem a little confused so I will try to make it simpler
for you. Would a boy have to wear a bra?”
“No Madam.” he said suddenly feeling mentally shattered and
completely demoralised.
“Or a maid’s uniform?” she pressed him.
“No, Madam.” he answered his voice now no more than a
whisper.
“So it is probably fair to say you are more feminine than
masculine, more girl than boy?” she asked.
By now he was close to tears and only wanted this torture to
end.
“Yes Madam.” he practically sobbed.
“I’m so glad we’ve established that” she said looking down
imperiously at the whimpering boy “it’s so important that you know your place
and be constantly aware of how conduct yourself. A lady’s maid is by definition
a female and while you may not be quite atomically female you do have certain
feminine characteristics and as you have just admitted you probably feel more feminine than masculine so it is most important in the light of your
new position as my maid that you now comport yourself in an exclusively feminine manner.
So, for example when you undress and see me naked you will look upon me as, say
Greta or Miss Clarissa or any other female would- as one female to another,
taking into account the obvious and major consideration that of course I am the Mistress and you are my maid. Do you
understand me?”
“I think so Madam” he whimpered.
She picked up the dressing gown and handed it to him as she
he held out her arms for him to slide it up them, tying the belt herself.
“I suppose you reaction may have been understandable” she
continued “but I have also noticed that while you give the impression of accepting your new post as my maid I think I
detect a degree of unwillingness on your part which unsettles me somewhat. Of
course I may be wrong but I feel it prudent to take measures now rather than
remedial action at a later stage which would be painful for both of us. I
always find a salutatory lesson now will go a long way to encourage you in your
efforts to become a better servant. Now get up and bend over the bed lifting
your skirts and slip.”
“I’m very sorry Madam, it won’t happen again.” he desperately
pleaded the seriousness of his offence now becoming clear and cursing himself
for not disguising his attitude better.
“Perhaps, but I find there is nothing like a few strokes on
the posterior to act as a gentle reminder. Don’t worry, it won’t be too painful
as you may remain girdled thus absorbing some of the punishment and as it’s
your first offence I shall only use a hairbrush.
He desperately wanted to protest or at the very least reason
with her but the resolute look on her face dissuaded him from even making an
attempt. He meekly assumed the required position and adding even more insult to
injury he obediently raised the skirt of his uniform and the slip underneath, hoping
to hide his shame he buried his face in the softness of the satin quilt to
await his punishment.
“Self-control, Daphne, self-control” she repeated as he felt
her hand caress the smooth nylon od the girdle stretched tautly over his
buttocks, she continued “yes self- control is what you require, the suppression
of those horrible male urges. Isn’t that right, my pretty boy?” she said as the
first blow fell on his right cheek.
“Yes Madam” he answered wincing as the brush landed on his
girdled bottom.
“Yes Madam, indeed. Daphne I’m afraid you have a lot to
learn about self-discipline which is why I’m teaching you this valuable lesson.
Do you understand?” she intoned warming to her task as she applied the second
stroke.
“Yes Madam” he replied as it arrived with more force on his
left cheek.
“You have been a complacent and ill -disciplined
girl….. no, that’s not atomically
correct I suppose perhaps girlyboy is a
better word, as you display the characteristics of both sexes, ” she said, the
tone of disappointment clear in her voice as she administered the third
stinging slap of the brush “now tell me what have you been?”
“A complacent and ill-disciplined…. he sobbed.
A fourth sharper stroke acted as a reminder.
“GIRLYBOY” he yelped the sound of the horrible word causing
more discomfort than the brush.
“That’s right, a girlyboy. Now you do wish to become a well
–mannered and disciplined maid, don’t you?” she cooed as the brush came down
for the fifth time.
“Yes Madam” he groaned his cheeks twitching under the sharp
sting.
“Do you actually know what makes a good maid Daphne?” she
asked, now rubbing his girdle gently allowing him a small respite before
delivering the sixth and final sharp smack.
“No Madam” he whimpered through salty tears as his hips
writhed from the hard thwack of the brush.
“Obedience, discretion, devotion and subservience to one’s
Mistress. Do you think you could master these qualities Daphne?” she enquired
of the sobbing boy.
“Yes Madam” he blurted relieved his humiliation was over.
“Then repeat them my darling girlyboy” she said before the
instrument of correction found its target for the coup de grace.
“Obedience, discretion, devotion and subservience to my
Mistress, Madam” he sobbed as he buried his head once more in the satin quilt.
“Good girl” she said “now Robert, and I am addressing you as
a male for a good reason, you must
realise that these are attributes of which unfortunately the male sex has
little experience and sadly even less interest in gaining a reasonable
understanding of, which as you have found to your cost has resulted in a
humiliating but I hope enlightening experience. These are essential traits that
I require in my maid and ones you must assimilate if you are not to find
yourself on the receiving end of another punishment, which I assure you will be
more severe. I do hope I have made
myself clear, you may get up now.”
He struggled off the bed, the hot tears welling up in his
eyes as he fixed his slip and dress, Frau Kirchen handed him the hairbrush and
he returned it to the dressing table.
“I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson” she
continued at the sorry sight in front of her and fixing him with that intense
stare.
“Yes Madam” he answered very slowly recovering some
composure now that his uniform was back in place, he noticed she had arched her
eyebrows as if she required a further response. He completed his humiliation by
being forced into expressing his gratitude for his punishment.
“Thank you Madam.” he said quietly and curtsied.
This had the desired effect and a pleasant smile broke out on
her face.
“It is most important” she explained “that in your new
position you understand how to behave in the presence of ladies who may be in
various states of undress. You must be attentive and never display those
horrible base characteristics associated with the male sex as you have done so earlier.”
She looked at him intently and he felt himself blushing before she resumed her
lecture.
“You must also remember while your sex may be notionally
male your gender as my maid must be unquestionably female, lady’s maids should
be engaged and observant and as you have found out always discreet. Do you understand?”
“Yes Madam” he said hoping he sounded genuine, which he was as
he had no desire to go through such a degrading experience again.
“Good girl” she said, satisfied that he had learned his
lesson “now fetch me the dark green box on the dressing table.”
He retrieved the box and curtsied as he handed it over.
“Turn around” she ordered.
He was fearful that this was another punishment and was
amazed to find her hands come over his head and fit a choker of pearls snugly
around his neck.
“You surprised me by showing such fortitude in the way you
received your punishment.” she whispered softly as she gently locked the clasp
“a rare characteristic in servant girls these days and a trait I find most
admirable in a lady’s maid. I believe in rewarding such qualities. On my last
trip to Berlin I purchased this from a small but expensive artisan jeweller.”
She led him by the hand to the dressing table and stood
beside him facing the mirror. Wearing a maid’s uniform and women’s restrictive
underwear was a truly mortifying experience and he was constantly reminded of
the fact with every movement of his body but seeing his reflection in a mirror together
with that of his employer was extremely humiliating, yet another reminder of how far he had fallen
since he arrived in this household. The close fitting choker was about seven
centimetres wide and as he viewed his reflection it looked and felt as if he
was wearing a collar like a pet dog or cat or even worse …a slave, this was yet
another symbol not only of his servitude but more importantly her dominance
over him. Despite these thoughts running through his head he couldn’t help but
notice the genuinely contented look on her face as she smiled back at him from
the mirror and he realised that while he saw this as one more badge of shame she obviously saw this as a gift for his
courageous response in a very difficult situation. While he still felt degraded
he remembered Greta telling him that even though Madam was strict she was also a
very generous employer, he now knew what she meant and felt this was an
opportunity to get back into her good books, plans for a rebellion would have
to wait. In the circumstances discretion was the better part of valour. She
moved behind him and adjusted the choker slightly and gazing at both their
reflections in the mirror said,
“My how pretty you look Daphne, these pearls certainly suit
your complexion.”
“Thank you Madam, it is beautiful, you are a very generous
mistress.” he said deliberately using that hated word to confirm his servile
status desperately hoping to convince her of his subservience. From somewhere
he managed to create what he hoped looked like a genuine smile and bobbed a
curtsy.
“Excellent I think you are finally beginning to understand
the true nature of our relationship, mistress and maid. It is most important
that the maid uses such a respectful form of address and indeed should be used
subliminally.” she beamed clearly delighted at his deferential attitude and
fingering the choker continued “now you must only wear this when you are acting
as my lady’s maid, naturally pearls would appear far too ostentatious while
working as a housemaid.” she instructed, “now time to get dressed.”
He set about his task with his painful and humiliating
lesson not only fresh in his mind but also on his buttocks, he knelt and held out the
full-cut white silk panties for her to step into and was the soul of discretion
averting his eyes as he gently pulled them up and over her hips. He had some
trouble with various aspects of her underwear particularly the firm open bottom
girdle which was a struggle to pull up and the zipper proved to be slightly
troublesome but he eventually managed.
“You have very delicate hands” she said and paused for a
moment as he manfully struggled trying to close her bra.” so unlike Greta‘s,
she has great big shovels of hands, it was like having a ploughman as my maid.”
“Thank you Madam” he answered, embarrassed by her compliment
as he again knelt and began slipping on her silk stockings and listened
carefully as she instructed him on how to fasten them to the garters on the
girdle.
“Not bad, however I’m sure you will improve with practice.”
she announced at his first attempt at the intricate and unfamiliar procedure.
He lifted the satin burgundy slip over her head and stood
back as she adjusted the straps to her liking and remembering her words about
being attentive he helped settle the slip around her knees. She acknowledged
this with a smile.
“You may watch me apply my make-up it should help you when
you have to put your own face on.” she said.
This seemed like death by a thousand feminine cuts, his
masculinity faced yet another assault as he now realised he would be required
to wear make-up, he followed her to the dressing table where for what seemed
like an eternity he had his first lesson in how to apply make-up. He suspected this was a trial of his
commitment to his new position and he resolved to pay close attention. When she
finished she ordered him to put her into her dress, a simple enough task which
he managed without too much trouble and locating the zipper soon had the
process completed. The word “attentive” still ringing in his ears he dropped to
his knees again and gingerly lifted her foot into the four inch stiletto carefully
placing the strap around her elegant ankle and gently buckling it, repeating
the procedure with her left foot.
“Good boy” she purred glancing down at him with a
patronising look, a look a parent or teacher would give a child when they
achieved some simple task, adding “as an act of repentance you may kiss my
hem.”
He was repulsed by this request but felt this was a test of
his obedience and conscious that she astutely perceived his lack of enthusiasm
which resulted in his punishment he performed this further humiliating task
without hesitation. After he had debased himself yet again with this display of
subservience she allowed him to rise to his feet and instructed him to follow
her once more to the dressing table where she sat down and opened another box
removing a silver necklace with several emeralds set into it, slipped a
matching ring on her finger and taking the necklace placed it around her neck holding
both ends with her fingers. No words were spoken.
She merely looked at him in the mirror, he instinctively knew
what to do and moved behind her taking each end of the necklace she lifted her
hair allowing him to secure the clasp, she took a few moments to arrange the
necklace to her satisfaction .The silence continued. She glanced in the mirror
once more and handed him the brush, the very instrument of humiliation that had
just been used to degrade him, and simply nodded. Once more instinct took over
and he began gently brushing her hair now extremely mindful of the qualities she
expected in a good maid, he did not meet her stare and eyes downcast diligently
concentrated on the task at hand, after what seemed like an hour but could only
have been a minute or two she finally broke the silence.
“Thank you Daphne, that will do for now, I am extremely
pleased with the improvement in your performance you certainly appear to have
understood and acted on my concerns regarding your earlier behaviour. I am
pleased you really are leaning, what a clever boy you are.”
I just didn’t want another beating he screamed inside his head but she was right, he was learning and
just not the way she thought, he knew an enthusiastic response was what she
expected.
There is no way I’m
going to become your servile maid he determinedly said to himself.
“Thank you Madam” he lied through a pleasant smile trying
his best to sound willing and well- disposed to his slavish position.
She removed the elaborate stopper from a green antique
perfume bottle and dabbed it behind each ear and then the back of her neck, as
she moved the stopper to her cleavage his newly learnt lesson immediately
sprang to mind and he discreetly averted his eyes.
“Yes…….” she looked at the reflection of new submissive
boymaid in the mirror with a satisfied expression “very pleased, indeed, now
run along and change the towels in the bathroom and make sure the floor is dry.”
In the mirror she observed him cross the bedroom floor and
as she completed a few minor adjustments to her make-up her thoughts turned to
this strange but nonetheless intriguing situation.
The servant problem –
it seems to be the eternal problem of the upper classes. The difficulty one has
in getting proper servant girls these days not to mention keeping and training
them is becoming extremely tedious, at least signing a watertight contract
seems to have solved the problem of them leaving prematurely. Life really is
strange I have been searching for months for a girl I could train as my lady’s
maid and now the most likely candidate turns out to be a male. A MALE FOR
GOODNESS SAKE!
What is
the world coming to? It is
preposterous of course to consider a male as a maid and a lady’s maid at that
but in the absence of a suitable female candidate what else is one to do. Needs
must, I suppose. One of the reasons I kept Greta was to teach her a lesson, her
dishonourable behaviour in not abiding by her contractual obligations has its
consequences, a lesson in humility which finally I think she may be learning. As
a general housemaid she is adequate but as she is older and has experience in
another profession is therefore far less malleable than a younger person.
Perhaps I really should have had her sent to prison.
Robert, oh dear I
really must stop referring to him as such, Daphne that is, while obviously not
ideal in being a male has displayed certain attributes which show promise for
life in service as a lady’s maid. Unfortunately he does seem to possess a
degree of masculine arrogance which hopefully he will lose as he spends more
time in skirts, well his maid’s uniform to be more precise. Even with the more
haughty girls I have employed once they’re in uniform the impudence seeps out
of them, it never fails even in the most pretentious females. It may take
weeks, months in the more headstrong like Greta, but they usually succumb in
the end. With Robert, Daphne I mean, I suppose if he doesn’t discard that
horrible male trait it can always be beaten out of him, he seems to respond
well to the hairbrush and I dare say he needs to be reminded of it every now
and then, punishment concentrates the mind -spare the rod and spoil the maid.
However despite this he is far less strident than some of the maids I have had
in the past, he does appear to be more
refined and has such soft and delicate hands. Yes, many of the qualities
required for a good lady’s maid, it’s no wonder Aunt Agatha and Clarissa were
fooled. He does need training of course but then I have always relished a
challenge. A male lady’s maid, yes that is
a challenge.
The bathroom door closing roused her from her musings and
her eyes followed him in the mirror as he presented himself to her. There was
nothing more left for him to do but fetch her jacket and hold it for her to
slip into.
“I won’t need you to undress me this evening as I may be
late home but you are still to be in bed by nine” she said “you will resume your duties in the morning,
Greta will give you your instructions.”
“Yes Madam” he replied.
“Oh I almost forgot” she said walking to her underwear
drawer and after searching for a moment handed him a pale blue satin nightgown, “I
think this is more appropriate for you now than pyjamas and you had better wear
this underneath.”
He cringed at the softness of the garment but was horrified
when she also handed him a formidable looking corselette similar to the one she
was wearing earlier.
“After all” she continued “we don’t want you having another
“accident”…….. now do we?”
“No Madam” he said as his eyes fell to the floor at the reminder
of her discovery concerning his nocturnal emission from the previous night.
“Most males are prisoners of their testosterone fuelled
hormones and there probably is a better way to control it but a tight fitting
night time corsellette under your nightgown will have to do for now. It would
be very embarrassing to have to confess to another unfortunate leakage I consider
this to be the best option, I’m sure you agree?”
There were so many humiliations he had endured up to this
point, being forced into a maid’s uniform, being punished with a hairbrush,
curtsying, wearing a bra, the list seemed endless one worse than the other he
was at a loss to know in which order to place them. Now this, it was
overwhelming and it would only get worse unless he could find a way to stop it,
there had to be a way he just hadn’t thought of it yet.
“Are you listening boy?” she snapped rousing him from his thoughts.
“Yes Madam, of course Madam. It is the best option.” he was
forced to say.
“Very well then, that’s settled, as you are new to the
position and until you are fully trained Greta will instruct on your duties in
my absence.” she said as she made for the door.
He laid his new nightwear on the bed and hurried to the door
where she was waiting for him to open it.
After she had left he examined the corselette and
reluctantly had to concede that while it would be uncomfortable not to say
degrading to wear, the horrible garment should prevent any unwelcome
ejaculations and at the very least it
would avoid that particular humiliation. He vividly remembered the contemptuous
looks he received that morning when both Greta and she had discovered his semen
stained pyjamas and he did not wish to go through that again. He picked up the
nightgown and held it up to himself, it confirmed his worst fears, it was floor
length with long floaty chiffon sleeves, tight lace cuffs forming billowing
sleeves and the skirt oh that terrible skirt it was so voluminous it looked
like it almost had a train.
Awful. he thought.
Just awful.
He quickly tidied the room and then left to deposit his new nightwear
in his own room before joining Greta for dinner.
“My, my…. who’s been a good girl for her mistress?” Greta
chirped as he walked into the kitchen.
He forgotten about the pearl choker and just mumbled something
but she came closer and fingered his new jewellery.
“Very nice, very nice indeed” she said and rolling the thick
gold chain around her neck between her fingers, added “See, it’s not all bad I told you she was generous, it seems you’re
her new little pet now and that choker around
your neck looks like your collar.”
Robert knew she was right and could feel the anger rising
within but said nothing, right now he needed allies not enemies, he just gave
her a weak smile.
He made himself useful around the kitchen hoping that this
would deflect any sarcastic comments Greta may direct at him. He helped her
with preparing dinner and feigned taking an interest in her cooking which
seemed to get a good reaction from her.
I’m getting good at
this, he thought pleased at his new found ability for deception, does she really think I actually give a shit
about cooking?
He was always terrible at dinner conversations particularly
with women and remembered those ghastly dinners with his aunts and their
friends where the talk mostly centred on women’s fashions, gossiping about
other women, make-up products, the dreadful problems they had with training
servants, visits to the beauty parlour, it was appalling but at least when they
started talking about these woeful topics they forgot about him. This dinner
conversation would be even worse after all there would only be the two of them
and therefore nowhere to hide, women’s clothes, beauty parlours, make-up, were
the last things he wanted to talk about given his present state of dress. He
decided before they sat down that he would have to direct the conversation in
another direction so he ensured the subject matter was mostly small talk,
movies they both had seen, art galleries he had visited since his arrival, even
the weather. Anything - but the
elephant in the room – the boy dressed as a maid.
The only problem was Greta wasn’t playing the game.
“You seem to have adapted quite well to wearing female
clothes.” she probed as they sat drinking their after dinner coffee.
“Em..errr….. I umm…” he stammered blushing furiously and
caught unaware by her direct question.
She took no notice of his obvious discomfort at her enquiry
and continued,
“I can only imagine how degrading it must be for you, not
only is it female clothing but a maid’s uniform. It’s bad enough for me, I’m a
woman but….. for a male, well… it must be so humiliating, being dressed like a
girl, and a servant girl at that.”
Confronted with this unpalatable but utterly undeniable
truth Robert felt the tears welling up and was unable to answer her.
“Of course you’re bound to be upset, it’s quite understandable”
she continued in the absence of any reply from him “ walking in here full of
male bravado and now finding yourself trussed up in a maid’s uniform performing
menial tasks for your mistress.”
“I …..it wasn’t…. I mean……” he sobbed unable to find words
to express himself properly and tears began to trickle down his cheeks.
“You seem to have acquired some other feminine
characteristics along with your new female underwear and uniform.” she sneered
at his obvious distress.
“What…. What
do…you…mean” he whimpered between sobs.
“Blubbering like a girl” she laughed, handing him a tissue
“dry your eyes…. girly”
“It’s just so degrading” he blurted wiping away the tears
and trying to compose himself.
“You’ll just have to put up with it, at the moment you have
no choice but on the plus side you don’t make a bad girl with your real
breasts, high cheek bones, long eyelashes and that girlish mouth of yours. I
don’t think there was a woman on that chain gang that was more feminine than
you.”
He had stopped crying now but remained silent, however she
could that he wasn’t impressed with her compliment.
“You think it’s degrading now just imagine how humiliating
it will be if your little secret gets out, say to Frau Braun, Lady Agatha, Miss
Clarissa or whoever else visits the house?”
“What can I do?” he asked panic now replacing his tears.
“Well of course I’ve never been in such an extremely
demeaning position” she began looking at him with pity but warming to her
subject “but I’d suggest that to avoid the enormous embarrassment of being discovered
as a boy in a dress…...”
She paused to take another sip of her coffee allowing time
for this to sink in and let various
scenarios play out in his head, then after several moments she theatrically
dabbed her lips with a napkin before continuing,
“you would be best advised to learn how to act in a more
feminine way, walking, talking, everything from the way women gesture with
their hands to the way a lady gracefully sits down, there’s a whole host of
things to learn, far too many to list. It’s going to be a long few weeks to be
dressed like that so you will have to learn quickly as there will be many
opportunities where you could be exposed. Oh my dear boy there’s so much to
learn.”
“But Lady Agatha and Miss Clarissa, they…..” he interrupted
her.
“They’re blind as bats, too vain to wear glasses in front of
servants. As I said you’re quite androgynous and they can barely see two metres
in front of them plus the fact that because Madam never employs males it meant they
naturally took you for a girl” Greta laughed.
“So if I insisted more forcefully I was a male……” he gasped
as he now realised he was at fault for his present situation.
“Exactly” Greta said not allowing him to finish the sentence
“you’d still be wearing pants, woman’s pants but pants nonetheless. Anyway it
makes no difference you’re in your proper uniform now so you’ll just have to
deal with it. I’m sure it will make no difference to Madam if you’re exposed
but I can only imagine how excruciatingly shameful it will be for you and you
will still have to fulfil your contract. Just imagine the complete degradation.”
It was now apparent to him that his current predicament was brought
about by an extremely unfortunate set of circumstances which had converged to
create a perfect storm tossing him helplessly about in a sea of femininity. He
wasn’t certain if Greta was deliberately being nasty or just being brutally
honest and perhaps in her own clumsy way was just alerting him to the obvious
threats to his exposure. The very thought of being unveiled as a male while
being forced to work as a servant girl was a terrifying prospect.
“What can I do?” he whimpered as the tears once more
appeared in his eyes.
Greta rose from her chair and getting a tissue went around
to his side and after giving it to him stroked his hair gently and said
“I can help but I’d like something from you in return.”
“What?” he said sensing that her offer would not come cheap.
“It’s quite simple, for the last few months I’ve lived in
these beautiful and luxurious surroundings forced to wear this degrading
uniform, spending my days cleaning, dusting, polishing, waiting on Madam hand
and foot.” she said bitterly “ Yes, the
lot of a maidservant, what I want is to experience what it’s like to be the
mistress not the maid.”
“I don’t understand” he said, genuinely lost as to where
this was going.
Greta continued to stroke his hair as if he were her pet lapdog,
she looked deeply into his eyes before she spoke
“As I said it’s simple I want you to be my maid when she’s
not around, every now and then let me feel what it’s like to be a lady for a
few hours. We’ll both get what we want I’ll get to experience life as someone
in a superior social position, having someone wait on me for a change and I’ll
teach you how to act like a girl to ensure your secret doesn’t get out. And
don’t worry I won’t mistreat you I just
want to get out of this uniform and wear something elegant and sophisticated,
see how the other half lives if only for a few hours. What do you say?”
The thought of acting as her maid wasn’t a pleasant prospect
but he’d already had a taste of it earlier in the library when she had him do
the dusting while she took a nap. Even though he was dressed in a maid’s
uniform he knew only too well that in no way did he remotely carry himself like
a girl and it would only be a matter of time before he was found out.
Mortifying as his present situation was -after all it was only two women knew
of his true sex - it would be nothing compared with being exposed to others, a
vision of Lady Agatha’s and Miss Clarissa’s scornful mocking flashed into his
brain. He was lodged firmly between a rock and a hard place and knew what he
had to do but still could not bring himself to voice his agreement to her
proposition. He reluctantly nodded his consent.
“A wise decision” Greta said “we may as well get started
now.”
11 comments:
Hi Carrie. I thought I had better let you know I'm still enjoying A Suitable Position. It looks like a lot of other people are as well, judging by the number of clicks you've gotten on the "interesting" and "more" buttons, though if you're anything like me, you probably prefer comments. I've only just gotten around to reading part five. Last month I was largely consumed with the task of moving, so I haven't had as much time for other activities as I'd like. It sounds as though real life has interfered on your writing in a pretty unpleasant way, but I appreciate that you still have managed to find time for this story. Of course I understand that more pressing and less fun matters may take precedence over your writing.
A great story, one of the best I've seen, it just gets better and better. Please keep it going!
Nancy x
Absolutely wonderful !!!!!!!!
Hi Carrie,
I'm adding my thanks and appreciation for your wonderful story. I always look forward to new chapters and check back frequently.
If I had my druthers, I'd love it if you got into more about erotic peccadilloes that mistress or others involve or require Daphne's assistance or service. Also, perhaps more details on clothing that Daphne must don to perform his/her service.
Anyway, thanks again, and best regards,
Marie
a delightful story. thanks for the description of the fabrics. I love all the tactile elements of satin, taffeta, organza and silk. looking forward to the next episode. I keep imaging myself in such a position, wearing a formal taffeta maid's outfit serving a multicourse meal with my skirt swishing the whole time.
I believe it is only a matter of time when Miss Clarissa's attentions become quite intimate.
@Marie, @Alana,
I agree with you both completely. This is a delightful story and I can't wait for more!
Emma
The series is fantastic. The way Robert / Daphne to change gradually is exciting and suspenseful. This chapter was well worth the wait. Thanks for the hard work and enjoy reading.
I think it was a wise decision of Madam Kirchen, Robert to give her huge corselet that she was wearing earlier. Perhaps the large corselet with Bra, 8 garters and long mid-thigh ???
Very, very feminine! Robert can practice to strengthen his nylons to the 8 garters.
Madam will be satisfied with his dexterity.
This week is important visitors, Countess of Argyll. Will be very exciting. I look forward to the sequel.
Many greetings from Germany
Damn, I love this story.
Thank you to all who commented on the last chapter, as mentioned numerous times writing this stuff doesn’t come easy to me and like Dave said reader’s comments are greatly appreciated, they’re also an indicator that the direction that I’m going is one which chimes with most readers so I really appreciate people taking the time and effort to comment.
Dave, hope your move goes well I really don’t envy you it’s a very stressful time and something I don’t wish to repeat anytime soon.
Regarding Marie and Alana point about the clothes, I try to incorporate as much as I can about clothes and fabric descriptions it’s a thing I share with them but some readers may find it too tedious and not all that important to the story in general but it is a big part of our lifestyle and I always try to get it right. After all clothes maketh the CD.
I note that OFG has as much of an interest in corselettes as I have (something I can trace back to my childhood) and his suggestion of one with 8 garters sounds wonderful – the ones I have only 4 and they’re difficult enough to attach.
I know it may seem a long time between chapters but time – as with most people I guess -is a big issue for me. She’s my mistress if you like and I can only write when she allows me, so hopefully like Frau Kirchen she’ll be generous in the coming weeks.
Carrie
Sorry Carrie, I meant 2 x 4 suspenders on Corselettes. You are absolutely right, that alone already require four suspenders on each side of certain dexterity to secure the nylon stockings sure. Above all, the stocking seam should sit in the middle of the legs. It is a wonderful, erotic feeling to wear a Corset, linear line and the dresses sit much better than just having bra and panty girdle.
Robert / Daphne will also like!
Many greetings from Germany
Damn, I love this story.
Hi Carrie,
Thank you for this marvelous story and all your hard work! I love the arrogant Robert/Daphne having to adjust to her new position. The tension generated by her being caught between Greta and Frau Kirchen is delightful. I'm sure there are plenty more humiliating situations that Daphne will find herself in. I'm not sure there's much constructive criticism that I can offer to you, except that I'd love Daphne to be learning how to wear 4(5?) inch heels. So very elegant! - Jez
A wonderful story! We both love this kind of serial, its what is so good about this site. Please keep this running!
J&R xx
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