Below is Chapter 7 of ASP.
Thanks again to all who commented it was very much
appreciated. Good to hear that Dave and Bambi have collaborated on a sequel to Swiss
Miss Sissy it will be a great addition to the blog. I was hoping to get an
illustration done for this chapter before posting but just didn’t have the time
maybe next time.
A Suitable
Position ©
Chapter 7
My Mistress’s
Mistress
Frau Kirchen’s new servant reached the door of the
under-housemaid’s room in the servants’ quarters, a room he was shamefully
forced to admit he was now occupying in that very capacity and to ensure he
would never be in doubt he was forced to wear the uniform of a housemaid as a
constant reminder. Although for some reason best known to herself his employer
now deemed it appropriate that he should divide the duties of under-housemaid
with those of her lady’s maid and when serving her in this role- as if wearing
a maid’s uniform wasn’t sufficiently degrading - he would also have to wear the
pearl choker she had given him as a gift which was more like the collar a pet
lapdog or worse still – a slave - would wear rather than a piece of jewellery.
This really was the stuff of nightmares. He opened the door with a heavy heart
knowing that his humiliation would not end when he would eventually free
himself of his hated uniform for the evening. No, his masculinity would be
further diminished as he was instructed by his mistress, a form of address he
was quickly being acquainted with, to wear the satin nightgown she had given
him when he retired to bed. If that wasn’t bad enough she further insisted he would
have to wear a tight corsellette to ensure he would not experience another
regrettable leakage as was the case the previous night.
He felt exhausted, he had just spent an hour with Greta
being taught how to conduct himself as a member of the opposite sex, she had
him walk up and down for thirty minutes constantly drilling into him the need
to sway his hips. Women did this naturally as a result of their physical
construction however this was a whole new experience for him and he had to
concentrate hard as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other in order to
manufacture this unusual gait. Sitting in a similar fashion as a girl also
posed problems, keeping his knees together and hands resting in his lap also
proved to be counter intuitive.
“Oh dear we really do
have a lot of work ahead of us.” Greta sighed at his abject performance.
His fear of being exposed as a male had persuaded him to
allow Greta to teach him how to behave like a girl but of course she had an
ulterior motive. Being forced to work as
a uniformed servant in the opulent surroundings of her mistress’s home,
witnessing at first hand her expensive clothes and jewels had created a deep
envy in Greta, a gilded lifestyle that she witnessed every day but would always
be out of her grasp. She longed to experience the life of a lady of wealth and privilege,
to be the mistress and not the maid, even if only for a few fleeting hours. In
exchange for coaching Robert in all aspects of all aspects of feminine
comportment in order to prevent his secret from being discovered she would
require him to serve as her lady’s maid. As she reminded him,
“A lady without a maid is not worthy of the name”
All this was just adding to the mixture of confusion,
helplessness and humiliation he was experiencing and he just wanted to get out
of his damned uniform even if it was for a satin nightgown. Standing with his
back to the mirror he glanced over his shoulder trying to find his apron
strings so he could untie himself, it took him longer than he thought but once
found he quickly proceeded to divest himself of the rest of his shameful
clothing. Greta had told him to shower before bed and use the various cleansing
and moisturising lotions afterwards. He took longer than usual in the shower
trying to delay the inevitable but eventually he knew he could put it off no longer
and emerged from the bathroom enveloped in his pink quilted satin dressing gown
his head turbaned with a towel in the feminine style he was now becoming used
to. Greta insisted that if he was to pass as a girl he should immerse himself
in all aspects of feminine behaviour which included a lengthy night-time skin
care regimen which for some reason she insisted made the turban necessary. He
sat at the dressing table and consulted the list she had given him, arrayed in
front of him were various bottles, cleanser, toner, moisturiser, cotton balls
as well as a whole host of other stuff. Fear of her barging in to discover he
was not following her orders ensured he followed her directive to the letter.
Twenty minutes later and rapidly losing the will to live he completed the
procedure. Thankfully he did not have to apply a face mask, Greta felt it would
be too much too soon - that particular
torture would have to wait.
He looked at Greta’s list hoping there might be something
else that would put off the unavoidable act of dressing for bed a bit longer,
but to no avail. He bowed to the inevitable and rose from the padded dressing
table seat and moved to the bed where he looked at his nightwear with a mixture
of resignation and shame. He slipped off his dressing gown and laid it on the
bed and with a fixture of disgust and fear he picked up the dreaded long legged
panty corselette with the thumb and forefinger of each hand and examined it. It was a neutral nude colour
with a rose motif satin panel the full length of the front with strong
elasticised nylon down the sides and top half of the back, the lower half of
the back was also satin, it had elasticated legs which reached to mid- thigh. He
slipped his feet through the leg section and pulled the horrible garment up
careful to place his member firmly between his legs before struggling to pull
the corselette over his hips and up his torso. He slid his arms through the bra
straps and almost instinctively settled his breasts into the soft lace cups
adjusting the straps on his shoulder to find the most comfortable
position. There was no respite for him from
the restrictive feel of female underwear, the freedom from the confines of female foundation
wear lasted only as long as his shower and his face cleansing routine he was
now firmly back under the control of Madam’s hideous foundations.
A short sharp knock on the door snapped him out of his
thoughts and before he could respond Greta had burst in.
“What a picture you make” she mocked seeing him at the bed
standing knees together and legs
slightly askew, ridiculously placing one arm over his breasts and the other
hand covering his groin, “don’t worry I’m not here to ravish you…………..at least
not this this time.”
He was too embarrassed to speak and just stood there hoping
either he or she would disappear.
“Madam rang to find out if you were suitably prepared for
bed.” she informed him, her eyes loitering over the sight of the shamed youth
before her, she continued “Obviously not, I see . Come along young man into your nightgown…. Like a good boy.”
Her sardonic masculine emphasis wounded him, what little
morale he had received another direct hit and his eyes fell to the floor. Seemingly
oblivious to his distress she picked up the satin nightgown and held it out for
him as he obediently moved towards her.
“That’s a good boy.” she commended him, her voice softer now
as she observed how docile he was, she
slipped the nightgown over his head and he manoeuvred his hands into the
sleeves, “my, my, Daphne you do smell lovely you’ve followed your skincare
regimen then?”
“Yes” he mumbled
“Yes what” she snapped a swift and hard
smack of her hand landed on his satin clad behind.
“Yes Miss Greta. Sorry Miss Greta” he yelped surprised at
the strength and sharpness of the blow.
“And don’t forget it, unless you want to feel my hand across
your pretty backside again.” she quickly added.
“No, Miss Greta.” he replied, quickly this time.
“Good, now I really would like us to be friends so let’s forget
about it” she said returning to a more gentle tone and arranging his hair to
her satisfaction.
“Did you moisturise your hands also?” she asked.
“Yes Miss Greta” he answered holding out his hands for
inspection.
“What a good boy you are Daphne.” she said softly, clearly
pleased at his adherence to her instructions. “Oh dear I almost forgot Madam
told me to ensure you’re …. well shall we say… nice and secure.”
He winced in shame as she lifted the nightgown and with one
hand gently but firmly felt between his legs the other cupped his left breast,
tenderly squeezing it. It had the expected response and his member despite
being held tautly by the corselette between his thighs twitched with each of
her caresses. As if on cue he felt his nipples harden against the soft palm of
her hand. She looked at him in the eye, a smile creasing her face.
“Yes nice and secure, that horrible male thingy won’t raise
its ugly little head tonight” she whispered squeezing him gently once more, “no
danger of you having another mishap, now
is there?”
He was caught in a maelstrom of emotion, her caresses
between his legs and breasts had him greatly aroused but her scornful look and
contempt for his masculinity reduced him to a submissive shadow of himself, he
could not meet her look and meekly lowered his eyes as he answered her in a low
voice.
“No Miss Greta”
“That’s a good girl. I
do believe you’re learning. Now into bed, you’re mistress will want you rested
for your duties tomorrow. She can’t abide tardiness, so do not be late.”
He climbed into the bed the soft satin skirt of the
nightgown enveloping his legs and sending tremors of pleasure to his brain, his
confined and pulsing member reacting to every movement of his legs. She left
him to his agony.
The alarm woke Robert from a deep sleep and dreams of recent
good times he’d had in college, in his dreamy half-sleep he smiled at the memories
as he stretched his arms and legs, feeling a strange and unusual sensation he slowly
opened his eyes. The billowing sleeves of his nightgown were the first thing he
saw and he quickly raised the bed clothes to reveal the long satin skirt. He
heart sank and he knew he had woken to another nightmarish day.
Greta’s warning about Madam’s dislike of unpunctuality soon
roused him from any thoughts of lingering in bed feeling sorry for himself, he
quickly divested himself of the nightgown and struggled out of the corselette
but before making for the shower he examined the foundation garment and
nightgown for semen stains. He felt a sigh of relief as bot were free of any
evidence of an unwelcome ejaculation.
“At least this
horrible thing prevented that
happening.” he said out loud as he held the corselette in
his hands.
His eyes were drawn to the now familiar underwear that Greta
had left for him on the ottoman and a shiver ran down his spine, he shook
himself and he moved quickly to the shower. Even though alone, showering was always a source of embarrassment as he
was forced to confront his feminine breasts, he had to soap them gently as they
were sensitive to the touch and this
almost inevitably led to his nipples to become erect, soon to be followed by his male organ
following suit. Because of his present situation this was now even more of a
nuisance, thoughts of a spanking for lateness focused his mind and soon he was
back in the bedroom struggling into the high-waisted girdle and long line bra.
As he pulled on his panty hose he thought it no wonder women took so long
getting dressed, he pulled the satin ivory slip over his head and adjusted its
satin cups over his bra and arranged the four inch lace hem evenly around his
knees, the grey morning uniform dress followed and he cursed out loud as he
tried to get the pinafore apron tied in the large bow at the back that Greta
had insisted on. Eventually with his three inch heels on he took the lace cap
and placed it on his head, making sure it was straight before fixing it in
place with hair pins. Greta’s words, about how a girl should always check
herself in the mirror before leaving her bedroom, still echoed in his brain and
he duly examined himself in the long mirror taking a minute or two to tweak his
apron and cap as well as straightening his dress. Observing himself in the
mirror he became embarrassed realising not only just how feminine a trait this
was but , and this was even more disconcerting, how girlish he looked, his
masculine features morphing into feminine ones. He comforted himself with the
knowledge that he still felt one hundred percent masculine and this deception
was an unfortunate consequence of a terrible misunderstanding. Despite
appearances he vowed to himself he would never see himself as anything but
male.
“There is no way I’m anything but a man” he said out loud to
reinforce belief in his masculinity and examining himself closely in the mirror
he made another small adjustment to his
cap and apron before turning his back to the mirror to check his apron was tied properly in a nice
bow and that his slip wasn’t showing. With an increasing lack of self-awareness
added “And that’s not going to change anytime soon.”
Satisfied his appearance was up to standard he made his way
to Greta’s room for her inspection and after knocking softly on the door was
instructed to enter. She was sitting up in the bed awaiting him.
“Good morning Miss Greta” he announced his presence.
“You’re forgetting something boy!” Greta upbraided him.
“Sorry Miss Greta.” he apologised and curtsied.
“Don’t let it happen again, now turn around.” she instructed.
He did as he was told, deducing from her demeanour she
wasn’t exactly a morning person.
“Not bad” she conceded as she threw back the satin quilt
lifting her legs onto the floor and as she stretched her arms over her head looked
at him and said “come along ….my slippers”
Robert hesitated for a moment, thinking this was taking
their arrangement a bit too far but quickly decided as her mood had improved
there was not much point in getting the day off to a bad start besides he did need her help.
Best let it go he
said to himself.
She lifted her left leg and watched him closely as he knelt
down and fitted the kitten heeled slipper onto her foot, silently she raised
the other leg and he performed the same procedure.
“Good girl.” she commended him, her mood visibly lightening
“now run along have some breakfast while I shower, then report back.”
“Yes Miss” he replied unsettled at the way she alternated
the words boy and girl when she
addressed him but as he tottered towards the door he was relieved that at least
she was in good humour, just as he reached the door she called to him.
“Daphne dear, you’re forgetting to sway your hips, it’s a
sure giveaway you’re a boy. I’m sure you don’t want people noticing that?”
“ No Miss, thank you Miss.” he answered thinking she was
right, it’s the thing he always noticed in women as they walked, he made a
mental note to ensure he constantly remembered it.
He made himself a light breakfast wondering what would be
required of him later and as he sat to eat in the silence of the kitchen he
considered his situation.
Only for those two
stupid short-sighted women Lady Agatha and Miss Clarissa I wouldn’t be wearing
this ridiculous uniform, ok I may not exactly be the archetypical macho male
but I’m no pansy either, how they didn’t recognise me as male I’ll never know.
Of course these damn breasts didn’t help, I just don’t understand why my aunts
didn’t have them removed when I was younger, every time I asked it was always
the same story “It would be too much of a trauma Robert” or “The doctors say to
wait until they’re fully developed, Bobbi.” “It won’t be too much longer Bobbi
once they’re a C- cup we’ll ask that nice lady doctor again.” “Do you even know
what a C- cup is Robert?” On one
occasion I had to sit and listen as they explained exactly what was meant by a
C –cup while the parlour-maids served afternoon tea, it was infuriating not to
mention mortifying. I hate it when they call me Bobbi it sounds so like a
girl’s name and I’m sure it was no mistake when Jenny their lady’s maid called me Miss Bobbi. I know she apologised later
but I thought it was mean that she did it in front of the housemaids as they
cleaned my room, I could be wrong but I’m almost sure they were giggling. At
least with the money I’ll get here I’ll be able to have the operation…that will
stop their laughing, pity I have to go through all this crap to get it.
I suppose if it’s only
Miss Greta and Madam –shit! I’ll have to stop that – if it’s only Greta and Frau Kirchen know my secret it won’t
be too bad and perhaps there won’t be too many visitors but still I need to
ensure I don’t appear too masculine, people seeing me as a male in a dress-
even worse a housemaid’s uniform- would
be devastating. It’s a bit much what Greta is asking but I suppose I have little choice if I’m to learn how to
act like a girl under the circumstances it’s
probably better to be safe than sorry.
I just wish I’d read
that damn contract but at least I can have these breasts removed with the money
I’ll get I’ll just have to keep my head down for the next few weeks and try and
blend in.
He finished his coffee and returned to Greta’s room and
recalling her advice on his new feminine walk he gently swayed his hips and looking
down he could see the skirt of his uniform swing lightly from side to side and he
felt the soft caress of the pantyhose on his thighs making a quiet swishing sound
as they rubbed together. Greta had showered and was slipping into her uniform
when he entered.
“Ah there you are ” she said smiling “ Now be a good boy and
tidy the room, make my bed and clean the bathroom while I have my breakfast
then report to the kitchen, you’ll have to bring Madam her breakfast.”
He felt a sudden urge to refuse but quickly reasoned that as
she was in good humour there wasn’t much point in getting her angry over
something like tidying her room.
“I hate wearing this uniform” she muttered as she pulled on
her pinafore apron “it’s so degrading don’t you think?”
What the hell does she
expect me to say that?…. I love wearing a maid’s uniform, at least she’s a
woman. Stupid cow. He said to
himself but felt it best to show
sisterly support and gave her an empathic look.
“Oh silly me, of
course it must be a thousand times worse for you.” she said casually as she
struggled to tie her apron strings.
Harrump he silently snorted at her feeble attempt I tied
mine faster and had a better bow. OH
SHIT what am I thinking?
“Let me help you Miss Greta” he said thinking it best to get
on her good side.
“Good girl. You did yours on your own, you’re better at this
than me.” she said giving him a friendly peck on the cheek and after fixing her
frilled cap on her head she headed for the kitchen leaving him to his work.
“How demeaning is this?” he said out loud as he picked up
her discarded panties and bra and placed them in the laundry basket. He gave a
weary sigh “Now I’m a maid to the maid.”
After he had finished he joined Greta in the kitchen where
she had finished breakfast and had prepared a tray for Frau Kirchen and as they
waited for her bell to ring Greta took the opportunity to give him further
advice of feminine deportment. His lesson was interrupted after a few minutes
by Madam’s bell and he soon found himself outside her bedroom door cradling the
tray in one hand and knocking gently on the door with the other.
“Enter.” The command came from inside.
It took him several seconds to adjust his eyes to the semi
darkness, he deposited the tray on the coffee table unsure of how best to
proceed, he wasn’t waiting too long when an order from the large bed rang out.
“Oh do open the
curtains for heaven’s sake”
He navigated his way across the large room and duly drew the
curtains, careful to tie them correctly and returned to the coffee table to
retrieve the tray.
He was concentrating so much on not rattling the china or
spilling the juice as he made his way to the bed that he nearly tripped over a
pair of shoes.
“Thank you Robert.” Frau Kirchen said as he approached his
destination, his eyes still fixed in concentration on the tray careful to
ensure there was no spillage or breakages.
“What an unusual name for a maid!” a second voice announced
itself from a prone position behind her.
Suddenly the room seemed to fill with the sound of cups
clattering as he looked up to see dark haired woman emerge from under the heavy
satin quilt and propping her frame up on the large frilled satin pillows brushing her thick lustrous hair back with her hand.
He felt his knees tremble and stomach tighten, a bright
crimson glow immediately appeared on his cheeks and his mouth fell open. He was
discovered.
“Oh Maxine stop teasing the poor boy. I must apologise
Robert… oh dear, silly me…. I mean Daphne, the Countess has an absolutely
horrible sense of humour.” Frau Kirchen said chiding her companion and patting
the satin quilt “now bring the tray here, dear boy.”
Robert still trembling his secret now out in front of this
stranger advanced to the bed and somehow managed to place the tray in front of
her without breaking anything now acutely aware that this stranger was
following his every move with intense interest.
“Apologising to the servants now, Rozamund?” her companion remarked “so very unlike
you.”
“Don’t be so crass Maxine,” Frau Kirchen snapped, but
softened her tone as she looked at him “Daphne is special and so brave, aren’t
you my dear?”, still dumbstruck he just nodded and automatically curtsied,
recognising the fear in his face she continued,
“Don’t be concerned Robert the Countess is very discreet”
Frau Kirchen reassured him as she squeezed the Countess hand “she’s also a very
influential woman, aren’t you my sweet?”
The Countess leaned in to Frau Kirchen nuzzled her neck and
kissed her gently on the lips before replying with a playful smile.
“Yes I suppose I am. Don’t worry your little secret is safe
with me, now come here boy and let me have a look at you.”
Robert moved to within inches of the large bed, his head
lowered in ignominy and heart still racing as his identity was revealed to yet
another woman, a new wave of shame enveloped him and his hands clenched his apron
tightly.
“Remarkable, Rozamund” the Countess began, as she looked the
crimson cheeked boy up and down, “you are right he is quite girlish and while I
can make out some masculine features they are barely discernable. A little
make-up would disguise them satisfactorily. What is your name again boy?”
“Daphne” Robert mumbled, the colour of his cheeks deepening,
his eyes still lowered.
“You will address me as M’Lady or Your Ladyship, boy.” The Countess snapped.
“I’m sorry, Your Ladyship” he blurted and automatically
curtsied.
“That’s a good boy.” she said her humour improving, satisfied
at his quick response.
“Maxine, don’t be hard on the boy” Frau Kirchen chided her
companion and glancing at Robert added “he’s obviously been taken by surprise,
you have to remember he is new to domestic service and is still in training for
his new role and if I may say so doing an excellent job in such a short space
of time. Isn’t that so Robert?”
“Yes Madam, thank you Madam.” Robert responded grateful for
her intervention.
“ Yes…. I’m sure he is.” the Countess said as she stroked
Frau Kirchen’s arm, her gaze remaining firmly on the frightened boy in front of
her, “don’t worry my darling boy I won’t tell anyone your mistress has a boy
for a lady’s maid. It will be our little secret and if your mistress feels I
can help then I shall only be too delighted.”
Robert despised and was deeply humiliated by being forced to
wear his maid’s uniform but this humiliation deepened considerably when Frau
Kirchen was referred to as his mistress. Mistress! The very word proclaimed his
subjugation as a servant. However much
He hated the idea he had to concede that for the time being at least this was
now his new reality, he was forced into the role of a female servant and worse -his employer’s total control over
him. Aware of the Countess and his mistress looking at him intently he felt a
response was required and gave the only one he knew would be acceptable for a
servant. The last thing he wanted was to make an enemy of Frau Kirchen’s friend.
“Thank you M’Lady.” he said lowering himself into the now
obligatory curtsy which elicited an approving smile from the Countess, this gave
him some reassurance that her attitude towards him had softened.
“You may go now Daphne I will ring for you when you are
required.” Frau Kirchen said.
He was still in shock giving a curtsy as a response and as
he crossed the bedroom now bathed in the
soft morning light he noticed items of lingerie strewn over the room, the
floor, chairs, the chaise longue, a bra even adorned an Egyptian figurine by
the door.
“Back already?” Greta said surprised to see him.
“Yes Miss Greta, Madam had company and said she would ring
for me later.” he replied, the walk from her room to the kitchen having calmed
him.
“You can stop calling me Miss now that we’re on duty” Greta
told him then her curiosity getting the better of her, “who has she with her this
time?”
“A Countess” Robert answered assuming that the Countess had
joined her from the adjoining bedroom although the scattered underwear
perplexed him.
“Countess Maxine of Argyll?” Greta said nervously, Robert
nodded.
“You did everything correctly,” Greta said anxiously, “curtsied,
Yes M’Lady, No M’Lady the usual fawning and scrapping”
“Yes” he replied noticing the apprehension in her voice.
“So she’s in good form?” Greta mused, more as a statement
than a question and continued “well I suppose she would be after waking up next
to Madam.”
Robert didn’t know what she meant and was about to ask but
felt he had better tell her his secret was out first.
“She knows I’m male, the mistress told her. What do I do
now?” he blurted, the words were barely out of his mouth when he cursed his subservience for using the word
‘mistress’, he put it down to shock at
being exposed.
“It’s not ideal but there’s nothing you can do about it, it
just means one of the most powerful women in the Principality is now aware her
friend has a boy working as her maid.” Greta said “Hopefully, she will just see
it as a novelty but I would strongly suggest you do not get on her bad side.
The kitchen door opened and Frau Braun stomped in followed
closely by her timid kitchen maid dressed in a hideously drab brown dress which
came to several centimetres below her knees, it had long leg of mutton sleeves
with beige collar and cuffs. Now more familiar with his surroundings and the
fact that his secret seemed to be safe as Frau Braun already considered him a
girl Robert for the first time looked at the downtrodden kitchen maid more
closely.
What a ghastly
uniform, that colour does absolutely nothing for her, it’s a pity because she’s
a pretty girl, has a nice figure despite that shapeless uniform and she’s got
nice hair but it’s covered by that awful
mob cap. Hmmm.. A nice pale blue colour would really suit her and maybe a knee
length hemline. Oh shit I’m now taking notice of colours and dress styles just
like a girl. He said to himself as another
shiver went down his spine.
I’ll really have to
get a grip.
Greta and Frau Braun were in deep conversation as the girl caught
his eye and blushed when he smiled at her but scurried away like a frightened
cat when Madam’s bell rang ,Frau Braun broke off her conversation and began
bellowing orders at her.
“Hop to it.” Greta snapped before giving him a patronising
smile as she added “your mistress calls.”
It was now his time to scurry off and soon he once more
found himself in Frau Kirchen’s bedroom, she had obviously showered and was
lounging in one of the large armchairs flicking through a magazine, she was wearing
a deep turquoise silk dressing and matching kitten heeled slippers.
“Ah there you are Robert.” Madam said as he entered and now
without even thinking he curtsied “the Countess requires your assistance in
dressing she is choosing something to wear from my closet, so run along like a
good girl.”
Once again the use of his name combined with her use of
‘good girl’ just served to deepen his subjugation but given his circumstances
he had no intention of voicing his objection.
“Yes Madam.” he replied and made his way to the extremely
large walk-in closet where he found the Countess dressed in a cream silk
dressing gown her breasts barely contained by the material, the belt around her
waist accentuated her large hips and behind, quilted fur trimmed heeled slippers
peaked out from under the hem. He knocked softly to announce his presence, she
acknowledged him with a regal nod of her head as her eyes once more seemed to
scan every inch of his body. He had an irrational feeling that she could read
his thoughts and after what seemed to be an eternity she finally spoke.
“I must say this is a very strange situation” she began,
initially looking directly at him before casually turning away to peruse some
business suits “a male employed as a maid, very unusual indeed but I have to
admit dressed in your uniform you do not look out of place and with your very
feminine bosom it really is
difficult to tell your true sex.”
She broke off the conversation as she took a blue violet
skirt suit from the hanger and held it up to herself.
“I think this one suits me what do you think?”
Robert, now extremely
nervous being alone in the presence of this powerful woman did not know quite
how to respond and just blurted,
“Very nice your ladyship.”
His reply barely registered with her as she mulled over the
suit for a moment before returning it to its hanger and picked up the
conversation once more,
“Your mistress tells
me that you conducted yourself admirably during the unfortunate misunderstanding
with her aunt and companion, not creating a scene and accepting your new post
as her maid with little fuss and…… of course the uniform that goes with it.”
My mistress, he fumed
to himself….Conducted myself admirably,
accepted my new post, does she actually
think I had a choice?
With Greta’s advice still fresh in his mind Robert resisted
the urge to tell her the truth he knew she would not take kindly to him
contradicting this version of events from a lady of superior rank who was also his
mistress as well as a very good friend.
She drew her eyes away from choosing her outfit and looked at him intently. He
quickly decided she required a response of some kind and could only answer,
“Yes m’lady.”
“I imagine your mistress thought she was doing the right
thing,” she continued turning her attention once more to the line of expensive
clothes while Robert continued to act as her audience of one, “her aunt can be
a bit overbearing although her heart is in the right place. With all this talk
of gender equality for women and their suitability for traditionally male roles
I suppose there is no reason why it should not apply to males when it comes to the
position of housemaid or even lady’s maid .”
She once more ended her deliberations abruptly.
“Ah…. here’s the one…… I think.” she said excitedly removing
a mauve silk shantung skirt suit and once more held it up to her body, “what do
you think about this one?”
“That one would really look good on you m’lady,” he said and
added something he’d heard his aunts’ maid say on a few occasions “it
compliments your hair colour so well.”
She turned to look in the mirror and after a few moments
contemplating her reflection said,
“Yes I suppose it does. What a clever boy you are, your
mistress said that despite your sex you were quick to learn and had the
potential to make a good lady’s maid, she may be right but I suspect it is too soon to tell, I must confess when
she told me I had my doubts. I felt that if she was forced by circumstances
into having a male maid foisted on her then at least he should be out of sight,
‘put him to work as a kitchen or scullery maid’ I said ‘lest his presence cause
you embarrassment’, but she said no, you were different and I should see for
myself.”
Robert felt his stomach lurch, a vision suddenly appeared in
his mind’s eye of the downtrodden kitchen maid in her drab brown uniform being
hounded by Frau Braun.
She would never put me to work for Frau Braun he
screamed silently, would she? A panic
rising from deep within him, he didn’t know how to respond.
The Countess continued to examine the suit and not taking
her eyes of it addressed her remarks to him,
“Perhaps as a male, dressed as you are and to avoid further
embarrassment you would prefer to be out of sight, maybe somewhere quiet like
the kitchen where you would not come into contact with too many people.
“Oh no, your ladyship, I’m fine.” he blurted hoping he
sounded calm, the thought of being dispatched to Frau Braun was more than he
could bear.
“Mmmm…I see” she said, now turning her attention to him
and looking directly into his eyes “so
while you remain in service you would prefer to remain as your mistress’s
housemaid or even her lady’s maid.”
Robert recognised that given the alternative he had little choice
and eyes downcast replied.
“Yes m’lady”
“Obviously you would have to remain in your uniform dress,
capped and aproned at all times.” she insisted.
He knew it was a high price to pay and desperately wanted to
refuse but was acutely aware he had run out of options.
“Yes, your ladyship.”
“Strange,” she said, sounding
surprised as she held her finger to her chin “to hear a male voluntarily agree
to wear a maid’s uniform. Of course as I stay with your mistress from time to
time I too require the assistance of a maid to help me dress and while I am
broadminded and trust your mistress’s instincts, I need to be certain that you
will take on the role in the same way an actual servant girl would. Do you
understand, boy?”
To hear her repeat his admission that he was prepared to
remain dressed as a maid served only to increase his mortification but all he
could utter was the now standard reply,
“Yes, your ladyship.”
“I see, as you probably know by now being a lady’s maid may
entail seeing me undressed from time to time and your mistress has told me you
have displayed that most unseemly male characteristic which I find extremely
distastful” she continued still holding him in her gaze “can I be certain that
this will not, for want of a better phrase ……raise its ugly head?”
“Yes, m’lady.” he mumbled the picture of his erection in
front of Greta and Madam now came sharply into his mind.
“Lift your dress.” she commanded and as he obeyed
immediately she let her hand drop between his legs and gently felt for any
incriminating evidence.
Robert had been so traumatised that his member was by now quite
limp and barely discernable to her touch, the satisfied look on her face told
him he had passed the test. While her hand had loosened its grip his fear had
not and he kept his dress raised well after she had removed her hand.
“Oh do settle
your uniform you silly girl.” she said and as he arranged his dress around his
knees she continued “ well you seem satisfactory in that respect and I suppose
the fact that you have breasts would indicate that there is a reasonable degree
of femininity to compensate for your disagreeable male appendages.”
Robert was now only too well aware of her disdain for the
male sex and breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Frau Kirchen’s voice from
behind him call to the Countess,
“You’re taking forever Maxine, I do hope you’re not
terrorising the poor boy,” Frau Kirchen gently scolded her companion as she
entered the closet, “heaven knows he must be nervous enough already, have you
chosen your outfit?”
“Your boy was very helpful,” she conceded although Robert
didn’t like the way she referred to him as ‘boy’ she moved further down the
closet and removed an item “I think I’ll wear this navy Yves St. Laurent pin striped
trouser suit if that’s acceptable to you my dear, having being so close to so
much testosterone I feel somewhat macho this morning.”
Robert cringed at this remark ,yet another barb directed at
his fast disappearing masculinity.
“Perfect” Frau Kirchen said as she approached the Countess
and kissed her gently on the lips she retrieved a mid- length coral coloured
dress with a rear slit and handed it to him “he can attend me first, darling.”
Leaving the Countess in the closet Robert was relieved to
follow his mistress into the bedroom where under her instructions he set about
dressing her and as he dropped to his knees and fumbled with her girdle she
looked down on him saying gently,
“No need to be nervous about the Countess Daphne, she’s just
gently teasing you” she consoled him “just remember you’re a maid performing
what is after all an everyday part of a maid’s duties, and you’ll be fine.”
“Yes Madam, thank you Madam.” he replied somewhat reassured
and recalling his experiences the previous night managed to complete his task
without any further problems despite the unsettling presence of the Countess
who had now entered the room. Draping herself over the chaise longue she took a
keen interest in her friend’s new servant go about the intimate task.
“Not bad,” the Countess said after he had finished and
rising from her position she gracefully crossed the expansive bedroom to join
them at the bed, untying the belt of her robe she allowed it to fall open
exposing her statuesque body to Robert, she picked her girdle from the bed and
handed it to him. Wordlessly he once more assumed his kneeling position and
held out the formidable garment for her to step into, he struggled to ease the
girdle over her ample hips and had a slight difficulty in hooking her into her
long line bra but as she didn’t scold him he felt he had accomplished his duty
reasonably well.He quickly had her in her trousers and shirt, dropping to his
knees once more to fit and tie the laces on her highly polished brogues. As he
held her jacket for her to slip her arms into she addressed Frau Kirchen
“I will grant you Rozamund,” she said, moving to the full
length mirror to adjust her jacket “for someone unused to the position of lady’s
maid he certainly does show potential and I suppose with the proper training
and a firm mistress to guide him he may yet make a passable lady’s maid,
perhaps I could help?”
“I’m so glad you
agree.” Frau Kirchen replied her voice dripping with sarcasm “but I have
already began his training and am confident he will prove to be an excellent
lady’s maid capable of attending to any female in that capacity regardless of the
obvious gender handicap. Isn’t that right Daphne?”
Robert’s experience of living in a household of women had
given him an insight into female interactions and immediately understood he was
the source of friction between the two women. Naturally he blamed Frau Kirchen for his current humiliating situation but she
had shown him kindness on occasion however the Countess was such an intimidating
figure he was truly disturbed by her presence. Of course he was utterly mortified
by Frau Kirchen’s open declaration to the Countess that he was now being
trained as a maid he was relieved that she had declined the Countess’s offer.
It was the lesser of two evils he thought and had no hesitation in agreeing
with his mistress.
“Yes Madam.” he answered with a curtsy.
“Oh you’re so protective of your new girl Rozamund ” the
Countess remarked , eyeing Robert in a way a cat would toy with a mouse just
before pouncing on it, turning back to her friend she softened her voice and purred “I was only
teasing you.”
The Countess kissed her on the cheek and then embraced her
and with her head resting on Frau Kirchen shoulder looked Robert directly in
the eye winked at him and gave a smile that completely unnerved him.
“I’m visiting one of my female correctional facilities later
this morning,” she said, as both women parted she linked Frau Kirchen’s arm and
guided her towards the couch by the large bay window while giving Robert a
furtive glance “we are instigating a new educational program for inmates which
you may find interesting not to mention appropriate now that you are breaking
in a new maid.”
For a reason he could not fully understand Robert suddenly
became extremely nervous as he watched the two women move away, he tried to
manoeuvre himself within earshot without being seen to be obviously
eavesdropping.
“Daphne, see to the room, while the Countess and I talk.”
Frau Kirchen instructed him, dashing any hope he had of hearing their
conversation and turning back to her companion she lowered herself onto the couch
and patting the space beside her indicating the Countess to sit said “that does sound interesting, do tell me
more Maxine darling.”
11 comments:
It's interesting that while Robert is shocked to discover someone else who is privy to his secret, he doesn't seem even mildly surprised this new person is a woman who shares a bed with his mistress. Maybe he's too concerned with his own predicament to process this information, though I guess it could be possible that his mode of thinking is modern enough that a person's sexuality is a complete non-issue for him.
This story gets better and better. I love the way Robert/Daphne is getting ever deeper into what now seems to be becoming a permanent role as a ladies maid. I look forward to each episode with huge excitement.
Marcia x
Your story is simply wonderful and so very well written! Can't wait for the next chapter! Thank you! Sandy
Carrie, this is your best ever! I know just how much it takes to put together such a story - and you have all that talent, that imagination and that energy in abundance!
You now have Robert so deeply immersed in his ultra-feminine role that it is difficult to see how he is ever going to regain his male identity! This is what is so delicious about "A Suitable Position" and, like others, I hope we will continue to enjoy his humiliation and his agony and ecstasy for a few more episodes to come. Daphne for ever!!
Congratulations, L.G.
Absolutely wonderful..I wonder what's in store for poor Robert ?..... You've got me gasping for the next chapter !! Thank you for another wonderful read.
Steffie xx
The psychologically perfectly constructed, intelligent engaging story " a suitable position" amazed us all, dear Carrie.
I sincerely hope that there are still very many consequences of thee be written. The potential for that to happen seems to me enormously.
Roberts awakening in his femininity is brilliant. I can't wait to read the next installment! Thank you for all the thoughts and the hard work that went into it.
Looking back on his situation at the aunts is extremely interesting. More of this, please.
His evening cosmetic care will also have to become routine, as it would be with a little bit of color in the face during the day?
It is very feminine and beautiful! Or now and again a nice bra with lots of lace!
Perhaps a good word to the Madam Carrie can insert.
Many greetings from Germany
Damn, I love this story.
Regarding RD’s point I suspect Robert has been so dazed and confused by recent events that finding another woman in her bed barely registers with him and you’re correct right now he’s more concerned about his current situation than the sex of the person waking up next to Frau K.
LG, much appreciation for your kind words I’m hoping to make Robert’s descent into femininity as humiliating as possible. I’m always wondering which he(we) finds more humiliating being dressed as a maid or a woman, are both equally humiliating or is there a scale of mortification, just a thought?
Thanks also for the appreciative comments to Sandy, Marcia and Steffi I’m delighted you find the story good so far again apologies for not posting episodes more quickly but time is a big issue with me.
Vielen Dank also to OFG.- Robert’s aunts? Now there’s an interesting proposition – but perhaps that’s for another time. I’ll up your suggestion with Madam regarding a nice bra for him.
Thanks again
Carrie
Carrie, you ask an interesting question about degrees of humiliation! Personally I think that being a maid, which must be the lowliest position in terms of status, has to be the most humiliating - especially for somebody like Robert in this story, who seems to have come from a rather superior background. Imagine this all happening to a proud young man in real life!
Of course, a degree of embarrassment is always going to be involved when one is forced to dress as a woman - of whatever status. However, as a humble maid one is required to defer to one's superiors at all times, to wear a very feminine uniform, to curtsey and to obey, to undertake the most menial of tasks without question, and of course never to speak unless spoken to. This surely is the ultimate in what you refer to as the "scale of mortification". Let's have plenty more of it!
Your humble and obedient servant, L.G.
Hi LG I’m glad someone picked up on the point and shared their thoughts. I’m probably going to bore people with this but it’s a question I’ve been wondering about for some time so it’s great to get someone else’s views on the subject.
I've read a lot about life in domestic service as I suspect you have and I agree with you wholeheartedly about the lowly status of a servant girl, even within the humble ranks of domestic servants they were considered lowly – women always seemed to be of a lower caste in that particular system- with the exception of housekeepers who as you quite rightly portrayed in the great HHH series were held in greater esteem. There are so many reasons why a female servant would feel such abject humiliation and you’ve covered probably all of them, of course you are also correct that for a male to submit to such a regimen dressed as a woman would indeed be excruciatingly humiliating.
But that is the stuff of fantasies and short of visiting a domme I would imagine is a very rare experience – the wonderful Monica Graz being the most envied exception.
I think being forced to dress as a woman – equally fantastical in my opinion – or even voluntarily being dressed as a woman but being discovered would be equally humiliating. In the serial this fear is Robert’s constant companion and I think in reality it is also true to a greater or lesser degree depending on the personality. I speak from personal experience on this particular issue, some years ago my wife came home unexpectedly when I was en femme luckily I had the door locked and she had to wait until I got undressed before I opened it, I would have died of mortification if she had seen me dressed, it nearly ruined my marriage. Being publicly exposed would have ruined my life – or worse. Sorry to get too heavy I didn’t mean this comment to take this direction.
I really don’t know how women(men’s reaction is a given) would react if they saw me dressed and I don’t know how I would feel – ashamed or excited it would depend on the circumstances I suppose.
Thanks for responding LG it got me thinking about it a little deeper and also to put my thoughts down on paper.
Carrie
Thank you, thank you and thank you
LUPE
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