by
Bambi
Chapter 7:
The friendly little boutique. Cheryl
finds a friend amidst frilly outfits.
Mistress
Margot held me tight as we walked out of the salon and back into the lobby. She
had locked her right arm around my left one, but with her left hand she held on
to my wrist. Held it tight. She was looking in front of her, but I saw her eyes
drift towards me occasionally. Her smile was disconcerting.
Danielle
was walking at my right, holding Mistress Christina who was at her other flank.
She looked miserable. Weak and defeated. Whatever fight there may have been
left in her this morning, it was gone now. Her gait was feeble and it seemed
that if Mistress Chistina didn't support her with her arm, Danielle would have
collapsed then and there.
Surrounded
on both sides by these two women, Danielle and I were led past the lobby and
towards the back where the boutique was. I heard our heels click on the marble
floor. I adjusted my pace to match Mistress Margot's. Somehow Danielle managed
the same with Mistress Christina. Soon our heels hit the floor in a perfectly
synchronous rhythm. The clicking echoed throughout the lobby. The receptionist
smiled and nodded at us as we walked past in formation.
I
heard someone hurry towards us from behind. I wanted to turn my head, see who
it was, but did not dare to. I somehow felt it would break the perfect symmetry
of our little group. And it is always dangerous for a sissy to show too much
curiosity.
“Madame
Christina, Madame Margot, une moment s'il-vous plait!” someone called behind
us.
My
two Mistresses stopped and turned around. Danielle and I followed their
movement. Miss Daphne hurried towards us.
“C'est
terrible!” she said flurried. “La robes! Je viens
d'entendre...“ the rest of the words were lost as Miss Daphne rattled on rapidly.
Mistress
Christina listened intently, her eyes concerned, then disappointed. She and
Mistress Margot exchanged a few words.
Miss
Daphne finished with what I assumed were humble apologies. Mistress Christina
gently touched her shoulder and replied some comforting words.
I
had no idea what had happened, but whatever it was, it sounded serious. Miss
Daphne briskly walked off in the opposite direction, taking out her cell-phone
and with her unintelligibly rapid speech, chattered agitated at someone on the
other end. Mistress Margot let go of me, and turned to Christina, exchanging
words.
As
our Mistresses were discussing this recent development, I just stood there with
Danielle, feeling lost. Separated. Mistress Christina was only a metre away, but
it felt like she was on another planet. I felt eyes on me, standing here in the
centre of the lobby. Standing on an alien world. Danielle had crept up close to
me. Or had I moved closer to her?
I
caught the eye of the receptionist. She smiled at me, but it was a dutiful
smile. Just part of the job. Did she hide contempt behind that mask? I turned
my head to the left. Miss Katherine walked past, holding a bottle of lotion and
a towel. She noticed me and gave me a wink. “You look lovely, my dear,” she said
without stopping. Her smirk stung. Two women entered though the front door. One
looked in our direction and turned to her companion, grinning as she pointed at
us. The other lady looked at me, chuckled as she said something to the first,
then ignored us.
I
felt so vulnerable out here in the open. People were friendly enough, I
suppose. The worst was a girl who only smiled a bit contemptuously as she asked
me something in a language I could not even identify. She touched the hem of my
skirt with her index finger and thumb, then bared her teeth as she smiled some
more and walked away, not even waiting for me to respond. I felt more exposed
than I did at the window seat. There at least solid glass separated me from my
spectators.
I
noticed I was fidgeting. I quickly pulled my hands to my sides and stood with
heels together, hoping Mistress hadn't seen it. I felt very uncomfortable,
feeling the pressure of the various restricting items I was wearing. I didn't
have much in the organ department, but the gaff was becoming uncomfortable. I
felt it chafe as it pushed my clitty and sissy-bells back. The corset felt like
it was slowly tightening itself.
I
turned towards Danielle, looking for some comfort. Or at least a friendly face.
But she was just looking at the floor, avoiding everyone's gaze. Her eyes were
watery.
“Girls?”
Mistress Margot called. “Come here, please. You too, Danielle.” I quickly
grabbed Danielle's hand and gently pulled her towards our Mistresses. She
followed without protest or enthusiasm.
“It
appears there are some problems at the boutique. I'm afraid you will not be
trying out gowns today.” She said with a disappointed tone.
I
fought back a sigh of relief, but forced a pout on my face. Danielle looked up
slightly. I guess that was all she could muster.
“Let's
go back to the car,” Mistress Christina said. “No use staying here.” She turned
to the receptionist. “Get Miss Rosen here, if you would be so kind.”
The
receptionist acknowledged respectfully, then went towards the lounge area where
Madame Directrice was waiting.
“Wait,
Christina. We've come all this way. Why don't we show the girls Freistaat?”
I
noticed Danielle's eyes widening a bit further as she heard Mistress Margot
speak. Then that defeated look again.
“I'm
not sure that is a good idea. We already agreed to wait a two more weeks. They
might not be ready.” Mistress Christina looked at Danielle thoughtfully.
“Oh,
nonsense. Danielle is just moping a bit. She'll be fine. And Cheryl here is
just itching to see it, don't you Cheryl?” Mistress Margot said.
I
had no idea what she was talking about, but I smiled shyly. “Oh yes, Mistress
Margot. I would love to see 'fry-stet'. But I fear I have no idea what it is.”
Mistress
Margot sniggered amused. “It's Freistaat, my dear,” she corrected me. “And it
is just past that door. It's the name of this quaint part of town. We are going
for a walk. Catch some sun.”
I
must have turned pale. You might not have seen it under layers of makeup, but I
felt the blood flee from my face and hide in my pounding heart. That short walk
from the parking lot to the lobby was frightful enough, but now we would
actually go outside!
I
saw people walk past the entrance from the left and right. Were those the
people that saw me get treated in the window seat? That saw me... It became
difficult to breathe.
I
turned towards Danielle. She had just closed her eyes, in dismay or
resignation, I couldn't tell.
“And
where would you want to go?” Mistress Christina asked unconvinced. “We already
had lunch, and at this hour Freistaat is not all that interesting.”
Please,
Mistress. Tell her we should go home. I thought.
“We
could go to Weissestrasse. Visit the boutique there. They always have those
lovely frilly outfits. Our girls would look so cute in them.”
“I'm
really not in the mood to shop for dresses, cute or frilly. I wanted to see
them in proper gowns.” She sighed. “We are leaving. We'll just make another
appointment for next week.”
Yes!
I almost said. I exaggerated my disappointed pout I, but deep down I felt elated.
“Oh
Christina, you can be such a spoilsport sometimes,” Mistress Margot chided.
“Very well, then. Let's get the car. Come here Cheryl. Give me your hand.”
Madame
Directrice walked up to us, looking rather relaxed. Guess she got a massage
too. “Christina,” she said as she rolled her shoulders. “That boutique now
sells a line of gowns as well. I've been told they are quite lovely.”
“Really?”
Mistress said thoughtful. Mistress Margot was smiling. “Perhaps we should take
a look then...” the former said.
Oh
no!
“Well,
guess that settles it then,” Mistress Margot interjected happily as she pulled
me against her. “All right, girls. Shopping trip.”
I
looked at the exit. Bright sunlight fell through the glass doors, reflecting on
the white marble floor. As I watched, it was as if the exit disappeared,
consumed by light. I now saw only a white void, an abyss that was waiting to
swallow me hole. I saw half-glimpsed shades moving in that white darkness, and
they were all looking at me. Smiling. Laughing. Waiting for me to step over the
edge. I felt my stomach twist and knees turn to jelly.
Mistress
Christina put her arm around Danielle. “Relax, my dear. You are perfectly safe.
I promise. Now, let's go.”
“...No...”
I heard a whimpering voice say.
“Danielle!”
Mistress Margot snapped. “How dare you speak to Christina like that? I
should...”
“It
wasn't Danielle,” Mistress Christina interrupted. Her eyes grew cold. She
looked right at me. “Now was it... Cheryl?”
Mistress
Margot turned her head towards me. She was looking furious, still holding my
arm. She tightened her grip.
I
felt like I was gasping for air. “Please Mistress... I can't... Please don't
take me out there... I can't... Gah!”
I
didn't even see the slap that hit me in the face, but I sure felt it.
“Not
one more word out of you, young
lady.” Mistress Margot said,
My
cheek burned. I felt I was about to cry. “...Please...”
The
second slap echoed throughout the lobby.
Mistress
Christina stepped up to me, still holding Danielle. The girl looked at me with
shock and concern as Mistress Christina rose above me. I didn't dare to look my
Mistress in the eyes, but I couldn't look away either.
“When
we get home, you will be in so much
trouble, young lady,” she said icily. “I might have expected this kind of
behaviour for Danielle, but not from you. I told Margot what a well-behaved
young lady you were. So obedient. How proud
I was of you.”
I
felt tears in my eyes. Tears of fright? Or was it remorse? I didn't know.
“Don't
you dare mess up that expensive makeup of yours,” I heard Mistress Margot say.
She held me tight, so I couldn't back away as Mistress Christina leaned in on
me.
“And
then what happens? Disobedience!” She snapped at me. “In front of my friend. In
front of sweet impressionable Danielle. In public!”
She almost spit out that last word. I felt my legs were about to give in.
“I've
given you a job, a home and pretty clothes to wear. And this is the thanks I
get?” Her voice was calm now, but I heard the venom in its tone. “I could have
left you at the mansion, chain you to the washing machine in some ridiculous
pink uniform. But I brought you here, let you wear normal clothes, because I
believed in you.”
“Christina,
don't waste your breath on this pathetic little sissy.” Mistress Margot spoke.
“Let me deal with this. I promised
you I'd take care of little Cheryl today, and that is exactly what I intend to
do.”
“Thank
you, Margot. Please do. I do not want to see her again until she shows some
gratitude. We'll be waiting in the lounge.” Mistress Christina said as she
turned around and walked away, dragging Danielle with her. I caught her eye as
she looked over her shoulder, eyes now very much alert, but filled with
concern. Concern for me.
“Mistress...”
I tried pleading with her as she burst out of the circle of people that had
gathered around us.
“Don't
look at her. Look at me!” Mistress Margot shouted. I hesitantly turned my head
towards her.
“Est
l'arrière-salle libre?” Mistress Margot said to someone behind me. I heard Miss
Daphne reply. Mistress Margot smiled as she bored her eyes into mine. It was a
mean smile.“Très bien.”
She
grabbed one of my earrings, yanking it hard. I shrieked as I felt like my ear
was being ripped apart. I doubled over, and Mistress Margot grabbed me by the
neck with her other hand. Pulling with one hand and pushing with the other, she
dragged me forward.
I
desperately tried to remain upright on my heels as she hauled me across the
lobby, past the small circle of onlookers who found the spectacle to be very
entertaining.
I
squealed as she dragged me along the back hallway, then stopped as an
unassuming door.
Still
holding me by the neck, she turned the handle with her other hand and threw the
door open. Then half-pushed, half-threw me inside the room.
I
shrieked as one of my heels tipped over and I lost my balance, falling
sideways. A mattress broke my fall. Mistress Margot stepped inside and locked
the door.
“I
only had to show Danielle this room
to get her to calm down,” she said menacingly as she walked across the room
towards me.
I
wanted to back away, but one of my heels collapsed again when I tried to get
up. Then Mistress Margot had reached me. She grabbed both my hands and pulled
me up. I didn't notice the bonds before it was too late.
Hanging
from the ceiling was a pair of cuffs suspended by a chain. In a fluid motion
she put my left wrist in one, snapping it shut. I tried to pull my right hand
back, but she took hold of it and slowly pulled it upwards, then binding it as
well.
“Mistress
Margot! Please don't. I'll be good, I promise.” I pleaded.
“Be
quiet, girl.” She said as she pulled on the other end of the chain, dragging me
up higher. If I had not been wearing heels, I would now be standing on my toes.
“Mistress,
I'm sorry for being disobedient, I swear! I'm very thankful for Mistress taking
me here. I would love to go outside!” I started pulling on my bonds in
desperation.
She
stepped right in front of me, holding something. It looked like a red ball with
two black straps attached to it. “You know what this is, Cheryl? Correct, it's
a gag. If you do not shut up right now, I will put it in your mouth and your
annoying wailing will be reduced to pathetic moans and groans. Music to my
ears. The only reason why I haven't done so already is because I do not want to
ruin your makeup. But do not test
me.”
I
felt my mouth open and close. Twice. No words came out.
“Better.”
She stepped back. “Now, I will go easy on you. Knowing Christina, you probably
haven't got much experience with these yet.” She showed me a crop. I gasped.
She
twirled the crop in her hand, like a majorette. “Now tell me, Cheryl... do you
regret being disobedient? Feeling guilty for disappointing Christina?”
“Yes
Mistress!” I almost shouted. “I'm very sorry! I'm very thankful for everything
she did for me. I wish I could take it all back!”
A
smirk appeared on her face.
“So
you are truly remorseful, then? You feel that you deserve to be punished?” She
lifted my chin with the tip of her crop, forcing me to look into her eyes.
I
breathed heavily. Why didn't she just get this over with? I tried to think what
she wanted to hear, because I had absolutely no idea what I really wanted to
say. She had caught me in her eyes, and I could barely think straight. She was
getting impatient. I needed to give her an answer, now.
“Yes
Mistress,” I replied meekly.
Her
smile was malicious. “Very good. The first step for a sissy to improve herself
is knowing when she should be punished. The next step is to properly ask her
Mistress for it.”
“Mistress?
What do you... ask her? I... er... don't understand.” I stammered.
“It
is simple, my dear. You must ask me to spank you. Ask me as a proper sissy. And
then you will thank me for graciously correcting you. And if you feel you need
more punishment, just ask me again.” She walked around me and took up position
behind me.
I
was to beg her to spank me? I thought incredulously.
“Well?”
She said impatiently.
I
fought back some tears, coughed as I put my most feminine tones in my voice. I
smiled.
“Mistress
Margot? I have been a disobedient little sissy. I humbly request being spanked
as just punishment in order to improve myself.” I almost sounded merry.
She
chuckled. “If that is what you want...” She said. I felt the crop strike my
bottom, just under my petticoats.
I
yelped. “Thank... you... Mistress.” Truth be told, she didn't hit me all that
hard, but up to that moment I just couldn't really believe this was happening
to me. It took me a lot of effort to ask for more. “But I fear I have not been
disciplined enough. Would you please spank me again, Mistress?”
“Well,
since you ask so nicely...” and she hit me again.
I
groaned, and the chains jingled as I pulled on my bonds. How often would she
spank me, I wondered. How often would I have to ask her?
**************
Mistress
Margot had locked arms with me again as we walked towards the lounge. She was
sharing some random gossip, merrily talking about how someone I didn't know had
cheated on someone else. It was like she had already forgotten that hardly five
minutes ago, she had me tied up and spanked. I certainly had not forgotten: my
painful behind was very much on my mind.
We
entered the lounge and I saw Mistress Christina and Danielle at a table, both
having an almost empty cup of tea in front of them. They were chatting. Well,
more like Mistress was complimenting Danielle, who just blushed shyly. The girl
looked bashful and anxious, but at least there was life in her eyes.
She
saw me approach with Mistress Margot. “Cheryl!” she called out. “Are you
alright? Are you hurt?” She looked concerned.
“Hush,
girl!” Mistress Christina admonished Danielle, giving her an annoyed look.
Danielle's fell silent immediately, her gaze shifted towards her tea cup.
Mistress
watched me as we walked up to their table. Her face was stern, but not so cold
anymore. It even betrayed mild amusement.
I
kept my eyes front, but I could feel heads turning as I passed tables. People
who had seen what happened in the lobby, no doubt, and who were hoping for
more.
Or
perhaps it was the thick leather collar I wore around my neck that drew their
attention. Mistress Margot had found it in the room and put it on me. A needful
reminder of my position, she said.
In
my polka dot dress I looked like a proper young lady in reasonably normal
female attire, but the pitch black collar stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone
could see what I really was. With my free hand I fidgeted nervously with the
large metal O-ring at the front.
We
stopped at Mistress' table. Margot smiled widely as she presented me to her
friend. “Here she is Christina. Sweet and obedient. She was very sorry for disappointing you. And
she didn't even smudge her makeup.”
I
looked down submissively. Remorseful even. But Mistress ignored me and spoke to
her friend. “Thank you, Margot. She looks lovely, though the collar is an odd
choice. She is very quiet. You did not break her, I hope?”
Mistress
Margot laughed. “Oh, she is fine. I
barely touched her. A stern tone of voice was quite sufficient for a sensitive
girl like her.” She wiped a curly lock of hair from my face. “She just needed a
reminder on the consequences of speaking out of turn.”
Mistress
smiled, then shifted her eyes towards mine. “Look at me, Cheryl. Is there
something you'd like to say to me?” Mistress Christina said. Miss Rosenberg let
go of me and stepped back.
I
hesitantly looked up, into her deep blue eyes. They betrayed little except for
the determination and dignity with which she was evaluating me. I felt so very
small, like a deer caught in a headlight.
I
took hold of the hem of my skirt, heel clicked as I put one foot behind the
other, and bobbed a deep curtsey, not coming up.
“I
am so very sorry, Mistress,” I
pleaded. “Please forgive me for disobeying you. And I cannot express my regret
for shaming you in front of others with my improper behaviour. Please know that
I'm so grateful for everything you have done for me. I beg you to please let me
make amends. I promise I will be a good girl. A proper sissy.”
I
was looking to the floor in front of me, but I could hear mumbling coming from
the other tables. 'Aww, how cute', I heard behind me. 'That is a boy? He looks better in a dress than I
do', I heard someone else say. 'Oh, Christina, be merciful with the sissy; she
is really sorry,' another voice spoke. 'If you don't want her back, you can
just give her to me, Christina.' That one gave me shivers.
For
a moment, she was silent. It must have only been seconds, but it felt like an
eternity. “Stand up, girl,” she finally said.
I
obeyed, and struck my most submissive pose. Knees straight, torso bent slightly
forward so my bottom and boobs were more pronounced, elbows in my sides and
wrists limp. I heard spectators mutter approvingly.
Mistress
looked me right in the eyes with her enigmatic expression. Then a smile
appeared on her face. It was a warm smile. Content.
“Very
well, my dear. I forgive you.” Her tone was stern, but her eyes looked pleased.
I heard applause erupt throughout the lounge, but I hardly noticed. I was
completely focused on Mistress.
She
continued with a content smile. “I'm very glad to hear you've acknowledged your
mistakes. Let's forget about them and just have a nice day together. But you
better be careful not to make any others, is that understood?”
“Yes
Mistress,” I said obediently. “I promise I will make no more mistakes. And I'm
very excited to go outside and see Freistaat. And then try out some pretty
gowns with you.”
“That
is nice to hear, Cheryl. Perhaps we should just leave Margot and Danielle here
and go together.” She studied my face. “Would you like that?”
Danielle
turned towards Mistress Christina in surprise. But did she look hopeful, or
jealous? I couldn't tell.
Mistress
Margot shot her friend a look. She smiled, but it definitely contained a
warning. “Sorry Christina. Cheryl is mine for today.”
“Of
course, Margot. I'm just teasing the little sissy. Finish your tea, Danielle.
We are leaving.”
Mistress
Christina and Danielle got up and locked arms. Mistress Margot gently nudged me
forwards, making me mince towards the exit on my own accord. I heard some more
comments from the onlookers as we crossed the lounge. Several complemented
Mistress Christina and Margot on their adorable sissies.
Our
little group stopped at the front door. Mistress Christina made a phone call,
while Mistress Margot spoke with the receptionist. Making arrangements about my
new collar, I suppose.
“You
okay?” I heard Danielle whisper next to me as we stood in front of the exit.
But I didn't respond. I mentally prepared myself for stepping outside. I
checked my posture, making sure I looked cute and submissive. There was little
sense in trying pretend to be a young lady, the collar was a clear sign to
anyone that I was a sissy.
Mistress
Christina came back, and put her arm around Danielle. “All right girls, let's
get you in some pretty gowns.”
Mistress
Margot walked past us towards the glass front door. She pulled it open. “You
first, Cheryl. Show how excited you are to step outside. Show all those scary
strangers you love wearing a dress and heels.” Her smile was just mean.
“Yes
Mistress Margot,” I answered dutifully. I hesitated for a second, but then took
a deep breath. I stepped forward and minced towards the exit. I heard the click
of my heels change frequency as I stepped over the threshold and onto the
pavement, into the bright sunlight.
**********
Heels
clicked rapidly on the concrete tiles of the sidewalk. Mistress Margot had
locked arms with me again, keeping up the pace. She was holding my sun hat. So
I could absorb some sunlight, she had said. I suspected it was to simply
prevent me from pulling the rim of the hat over my eyes. She smirked every time
I held her tight whenever a passer-by looked at me.
At
first glance, Freistaat looked like any other Swiss town district. Houses lined
the streets, with many containing shops on the ground floor. The houses
reminded me of those chalets you'd see in the Alps, with pointy roofs and
plastered walls, and a liberal use of dark wood. But you could see it was a
mostly a façade, hiding much more modern apartments that were probably built an
entire block at a time.
But
there the similarities ended. Everywhere you looked, you could see there was
something off. For every shop or convenience store that sold normal stuff,
there was one that sold some very adult items. Many sold both. The people
lining the streets were remarkable as well. I saw several men in woman's clothing,
two of which where most definitely sissies. One wore a collar much like mine,
pulled along on her Mistress' leash. A blond woman was wearing an outfit
completely made of latex.
My
mouth was agape as I looked around. I had seen some Swiss towns, even visited a
red light district, but nothing was like this place. It was clear many of the
locals knew Mistress Margot and Christina. They greeted them warmly,
occasionally even complementing Danielle and me.
Mistress
Margot saw my astonished look. She sniggered.
“Welcome
to Freistaat. Our little Swiss Sodom and Gomorra,” she said. “You may call it
'sissy-ville', if you like. I do.” She laughed heartily.
She
relished my utter bafflement before she started to explain.
“This
little part of town is what I believe the world would look like if people just
accepted their sexual preferences and fetishes, instead of fighting them.
Fighting each other.”
She
told me how Freistaat was part of the industrial district. Surrounded on all
sides by warehouses and safely isolated from the rest of the town.
“It
is not really a city district, actually,” she continued explaining. “This whole
area is private property. Did you see the gate when you drove up here? No?
Well, there are entrances up north and down that road. Fences surround the
rest.” She swept her arm around in a broad circle.
“It
mostly developed itself. Years ago there were plans for a rezoning project.
Some project developer bribed a city official to ensure this whole industrial
sector would be demolished and replaced by a residential area. Eventually the
affair got out and the project was cancelled, but by then a lot of housing had
already been built at this location.” She nodded to a passer-by who greeted
her.
She
gestured to the left. “However, a year later the warehouse complex to the east
was bought by...”
“…Some
big company,” Mistress interrupted.
Miss
Rosenberg looked at Mistress Christina for a moment. Then nodded.
“...Some
big company that needed storage space. They acquired the deed to Freistaat with
it. The buildings here remained vacant for some time, useless for the new
owners. Swiss law prohibits residential areas to be so close to industrial
zones, even if they are only used for storage and housing, so they couldn't
rent them.”
We
passed a shop that sold bondage items. Many I couldn't even identify. “But the
municipality disliked the idea of having an entire unused city block in town,
slowly but inevitably decaying. We Swiss like to keep things tidy, you know.”
Mistress Margot said.
“So
they approached...” She wanted to say something else, but caught herself in
time. “...That company. Asked them if they perhaps wanted to turn the district
into an artist's commune or cultural centre. The authorities offered
significant tax benefits for its patronage.”
“It
truly was... What was that word again?” She looked up as she pondered,
scratching her chin. “Serendipity? It just so happened that at the time
Baroness Von Wytenbach was looking for a location to establish her exclusive
school.”
We
turned a street and arrived at a small square. A large building dominated the
north side. Mistress Margot halted to let me get a good look. 'Von Wytenbach's
Etikette-Schule für junge Damen aller Geschlechter', the letters read above the
main entrance.
“And
as they say, like attracts like, and things kind of escalated from there. So we
now have a very vibrant little fetish community. Probably not quite what the
authorities had intended, but they did not complain. Much.” She chuckled. “Here
sissies can frolic around safely, while amusing spectators and other visitors.”
Realization
hit me like a ton of bricks. Now I understood how it is possible for a salon to
perform sexual acts at the front window. Why no-one intervenes if one person it
dragged along by a leash by another. It was all legal here! I told Mistress.
“Well,
'legal' is a strong word, my dear,” Miss Rosenberg said with a shrug. “But
you'd be amazed what you can get away with if you just call it 'performance
art'. All part of Freistaat's peculiar atmosphere, as far as the authorities
are concerned.”
“Nevertheless,
we need to keep vigilant. In order to keep out dangers, criminal elements and
unwanted interference of the government, access to Freistaat is heavily
regulated.” The school's frontage loomed above us as we walked past.
“Visitors
are welcome, but must not cause trouble. And sign a waiver promising not to be
offended by some of the more... remarkable sights. Only people who will
actively contribute to this community are allowed to settle here.”
I
was flabbergasted. A whole town district for enthusiast of kinky sex? Granted,
Freistaat wasn't large. It would hardly be a town block in the US, but still...
On
the other hand, being forced to walk its populated streets while wearing girl's
clothes and a collar, it felt endless. The fact that my heels only permitted
short steps didn't help.
“Margot!
Christina!” I heard someone call. A regal figure walked down the steps in front
of the school. I recognized her as the Baroness Von Wytenbach. A young lady
followed close behind her.
“Gisele!”
Mistress Margot shouted. Mistress Christina smiled a she waved at her friend.
The three ladies greeted each other warmly, yet dignified, as the Baroness
walked up to our group. They exchanged some enthusiastic chatter.
“And
who are these lovely ladies?” The Baroness asked as she turned towards Danielle
and me. We huddled together, trying to hide behind each other.
“Oh,
come now Gisele. Surely you recognize these sissies?” Mistress Christina
laughed. “You saw them both a few weeks ago.”
The
Baroness looked us up and down. “Is that Daniel?”
She said incredulously.
“Danielle,” Mistress Margot corrected. “It
took me some time, but I finally got her in a proper skirt and heels.” She
smirked at Danielle, who was looking very small right now.
“Good
afternoon, Baroness,” Danielle said wavering. “It is a pleasure to meet you
again.” She bobbed a curtsey. It wasn't a very good one.
The
Baroness squealed with delight. “Oh you have got to let me enrol her. Right now! I'll make a proper young lady
of her.”
Miss
Rosenberg laughed. “What, are you unable to fill your courses, Gisele?” She
said teasingly.
The
Baroness smiled in amusement. “Quite the opposite, Margot. But for little
Danielle here, I'll always have room.”
“Well,
now is not the time, I'm afraid. Though I'm sure I'll take you up on your offer
soon enough. I'll bet Danielle cannot wait to go, can you, my dear?” Mistress
Margot shot Danielle a nasty smile.
I
saw Danielle straighten her back somewhat. “Oh yes, aunt. I'd love to enrol here, learn how to eat
with a salad fork,” she said perkily. If Mistress Margot had picked up on
Danielle's defiant tone, she ignored it.
“I
already have the perfect monitor for you,” the Baroness continued, turning to
the girl behind her. “Gretchen?” The young woman stepped forward. She wore a
comfortable but very tidy green dress with white blouse and heels. Her brown
hair was loose, resting partially on her shoulders. She was younger than me,
but older than Danielle. Danielle's eyes grew wide.
“Gretchen
is my star pupil. With her as Danielle's monitor, she'll be a proper lady in
no-time. Gretchen, may I introduce you to Danielle, or should I say Daniel? I
believe you two know each other?”
“That's
Daniel?” She said with a wide smile. “He looks lovely. Much better than last
time I've seen him, when he was just a stupid boy with a stupid crush. It is my
pleasure to meet you, Danielle. Say,
can you make a curtsey, like this?”
She bobbed. It was flawless.
Danielle
was turning red from shame. To his credit, he tried to play his part.
“It's
my pleasure to meet you, Miss Gretchen,” she said with whatever dignity he had
left, which wasn't much. Her curtsey was better than her previous one, but
nowhere near as perfect as Gretchen's.
The
young woman observed Danielle perform, then turned to the Baroness. “Miss
Wytenbach? She'll need a lot of training, I'm afraid. But I'm sure I can help
her. I'd be more than happy to be Danielle's monitor.” She winked at Danielle,
who just stood there motionless, still blushing.
“Great.
That is settled then. She turned towards me. “And who do we have here? You must
be... Cheryl!” She smiled at me. “Look at you! Who would have thought you were
a young man just weeks ago? You were made for that dress. I love the collar, by
the way. Suits you perfectly.” Her smile turned into a smirk.
I
was feeling quite uncomfortable. Last time I had met this lady, I was kissing
her bottom, and I was sure she remembered. Still, I knew what was expected of
me.
“Pleasure
to meet you again, Baroness,” I spoke as I bobbed my well-rehearsed curtsey.
She looked at me thoughtfully. Gretchen sniggered.
She
turned to my Mistress, sighing. “Oh Christina, what have you done? It will take
me forever get the bad habits out of this sissy. I've told you: teach your
sissies to curtsey before you get
them in heels. And if you insist on plugging the poor girl, at least let her
bob a few times a day without one.” She admonished Mistress. Gretchen was
laughing now. It was my turn to blush furiously. I didn't have much to brag
about these days, but at least my curtsies were fine, or so I thought.
“You
are such a perfectionist, Gisele. But let me tell you that little Cheryl here
is a natural in the feminine arts. I'm sure that with some proper instruction
she'll get it right very quickly,” Mistress Christina countered. I considered
that a compliment, which actually made me feel somewhat proud.
“At
any rate, she is more than welcome to enrol too, Christina.” The baroness
sniggered as she gently but patronizingly tugged my earlobe. “If only to allow
me to undo your shoddy handiwork.”
There
was some more teasing chatter back and forth, until finally our Mistresses said
goodbye to the Baroness. Gretchen took her leave of Danielle, but not before
giving her some additional instruction on proper bobs.
Miss
Rosenberg hooked her arm in mine and guided me forward.
“There
is the Wissenstrasse,” she said.
***************
It
was a small shop. Well, not that
small, but it was nowhere near as large as Miss Daphne's salon and boutique.
There
was a plain sign over the entrance, 'Die freundliche kleine Boutique' it
spelled. The window left of the entrance showed an elegant maid's outfit. The
one on the right displayed two very frilly dresses. One yellow, the other pink.
We
were welcomed by the shop's matron, whose name I didn't quite catch.
“Miss
Rosenberg, Miss Jäger, it is my pleasure to receive you,” she spoke with the
soothing voice of a true saleswoman. “I got your phone call, and I'm happy to
say that we have readied a lovely selection of gowns for your girls. I've
prepared rooms on the first floor, so you will not be disturbed.”
We
were escorted upstairs, where Danielle and I were each directed to a dressing
room, while our Mistresses remained in the parlour. A young woman in casual but
neat clothes was waiting for me. Her auburn red hair was striking.
“Hello,
my dear. You must be Cheryl. My name is Mikaela Heiland. I will be helping you
and your Mistress to find the perfect gown for a sissy like you.” Her smile was
warm.
“Thank
you, Miss Heiland,” I said. I bobbed a curtsey.
She
smiled. “I must say, you are perfectly behaved. You probably make your Mistress
very proud. But I am not Mistress or anything. Just call me Mikaela.”
She
had me strip down to my undies, though I could keep my heels on. “No use trying
on a gown with bare feet if you intend to wear heels at the event itself.”
She
explained to me that Mistress Christina had called beforehand. She was looking
for a formal gown. It had to be a white one, but no other requirements.
“So
I've basically been given a carte-blanche to find something that will look
great on you. Something that complements your curves. I have just the thing...”
And with that she went the first of many times among the many hangers with
gowns and accessories in all shapes and sizes, whistling merrily as she searched
for the perfect combination.
The
first gown was a beautiful satin and silk piece with a skirt that came down to
my ankles. After Mikaela had put me in it she used pins to keep loose parts in
place.
“This
is the window model. The one you buy will be custom made to fit,” she explained
as she worked.
When
she was done, she revealed me to my two Mistresses. They were waiting in the
parlour, where they had been served tea and biscuits. I have to admit that I
actually felt beautiful in my elegant gown. They rejected it outright.
“I
want to be able to see her ankles,” Mistress Christina said. “And I want to be able to see her knees,”
Mistress Margot added.
Mikaela
chuckled. “Well, so much for carte-blanche,” she said. “Guess it has to be a
bit more sissy-like. Ah well, let's see what we have here...”
Mikaela
was chatting with me while she worked. Well, she did most of the talking,
really. But she made me feel at ease with her. I told her of the various
outfits I've worn this week.
“You
are very brave,” she said suddenly.
That
was unexpected. I didn't know how to respond. The last few weeks I've been
called many things, mostly variations on weak and cowardly, but never did
anyone call me 'brave'. Was she mocking me?
I
smiled unconvinced. “Thank you, Mikaela, but I'm not brave. I am a sissy.”
She
sniggered as she looked up from her work on the hem of my current gown. “I was
talking about wearing a polka dot dress this time a year. Not everyone can pull
that off.”
“Oh...”
“Nevertheless,
it takes a certain kind of courage to say that. To accept who you really are.”
She sounded much more serious now.
“But
that is not who I really am. I hate wearing girl's clothes,” I countered.
“Says
the person wearing a gown and four inch heels,” she snarked.
I
raised my voice. “I'm serious! It's Mistress Christina and Margot. They are
forcing me to do all this!”
I
told her of my trials and tribulations of the last few weeks. It didn't outrage
her at all. As a matter of fact, she found it a very entertaining story.
“They've
been horrible!” I said exasperated.
She
looked up from her handiwork. Her eyes were sceptical. “Really now... If they
are treating you so horribly, why don't you just leave? Thank Miss Jäger for a very interesting time, kiss Miss
Rosenberg goodbye, and simply walk away.”
I
was dumbstruck. Didn't she understand? I was a captive!
“I
cannot leave!” I cried. “Mistress wouldn't allow me. And where would I go? It
is not like I can go to the US consulate dressed like this.” I gestured at my skirt, the hem of which flared up thanks to
the petticoats underneath.
She
snorted as she put another pin in. “What is she going to do? Lock you in your
room? Tie you up twenty-four/seven?” She shook her head “I've met quite a few
Mistress by now, and none wants a
sissy who doesn't commit herself fully.”
She
judged her work, then shook her head dissatisfied and pulled out several pins.
“And
what could possibly happen at the consulate that you aren't supposedly
experiencing every day?” She said as she tugged on the fabric. “Afraid the
consul will laugh at you? Want me to
laugh at you, right now? I assure you I can make you feel a lot worse than some
stuffy old diplomat.”
“It's
not that simple,” I tried to tell her. Surely she should be sympathetic to my
plight?
She
spoke as put a tape measure around my waist. “Ask yourself this, Cheryl: Was it
really a threat that they had to make
in order to prevent you from leaving them?”
Next she measured my hips. “Or is it perhaps an excuse? One that they knew you needed to hear in order to justify to yourself why you will not leave?”
“It's
not...” I fell silent. She just didn't understand, so why bother?
I
fell silent as Mikaela continued working. “How come you know so much about
sissies?” I finally asked.
She
was silent for a moment, her hands not moving either. “My brother was a one,”
she eventually said.
“I
see,” I simply replied. Then my mind caught up with what I had heard. “Wait,
'was', you say?”
She
nodded. “Yes, he is no longer with us.”
“Oh,
I'm so sorry, Miss... I mean Mikaela. My condolences. I did not mean to cause
grief.”
“It's
okay, Cheryl. It was years ago. And I do not mind talking about him. Keeps my
memory of him alive,” she said as her eyes drifted towards something only she
could see.
I
felt obliged to continue “Did he become sick?” I asked after some hesitation.
“In
a way, he did. He... died by his own hand.” I heard the sadness in her voice.
“Oh...”
Was the best I could say.
She
was silent as she stuck a few pins in my gown, keeping the soft fabric in place
around my waist. I didn't say anything either. She continued on her own accord.
“At
the time, I had no idea Günther was a sissy. He certainly didn't look like one.
Tall, broad shoulders. Muscular. He exercised a lot.”
She
got a sash from one of the hangers, which she wrapped around me. “And he was
smart too. While I was struggling to make it through high school, he already had college degrees in History and
Political Science. Every time he came home, he would try helping me study
maths, science, of whatever course I was failing at the time. It didn't stick
of course, but he never gave up on me.”
She
told me to raise my arms. The sash looked nice, but didn't really match with
this gown. Mikaela apparently thought the same and she untied it again.
“I
always was a bit jealous of him, you know. I was his baby sister, and compared
to him I always felt... inadequate. He was so good in so many things. He even
had a commission in the Swiss army. Commanded men. He looked very good in
uniform.”
She
tried again with a couple of ribbons. “One day, he saved the life of one of his
men. Dragged him out of a burning building. They gave him a medal for that.”
“Could
you twirl around, please?” She watched as I turned around my axis, dress
flaring up and outwards, then nodded and continued speaking. “But he somehow
couldn't maintain a relationship for longer than a few months. Perfect Günther
living the carefree life of a bachelor, I thought at the time. Spitefully”.
I
looked at her surprised.
“I
was a bit angry back then. Couldn't get many dates. I had a lot of pimples,”
she said bashful. I found that hard to believe. She looked just fine now,
especially with that lovely red hair, though she could stand to lose a pound or
two.
She
sighed. “Two months after I'd last seen him, his neighbours heard a loud bang.
Called the police. When they found him, he was still holding his service
pistol.”
“I
see...” What else could I say?
“My
parents did not let me see him before the ceremony. He was buried in a closed
casket.” I saw the old pain on her face.
She
looked at me with a broken smile. “It may have been an accident. They
apparently found alcohol in his blood. Drunk. It looked like he was just
cleaning his gun. But I now know it
was his doubt that killed him. His inability to accept that he was - amongst so
many other things - a sissy.”
“How...
How can you be so sure that was it?” I asked hesitantly.
“I
didn't know at the time, of course. But I found out later,” she told me. “I
could not get my mind around why Günther, of all people, would have done this.
I had to find out. Understand what drove him to this end. So I started to
retrace his steps. First I contacted his exes.”
She
tied two ends of the ribbons in a pretty bow at my back.
“They
all told me the same thing. Günther was a good and loving boyfriend, but he
carried something around. A secret. He harboured an urge that tore him up from
the inside. Soured each and every relationship. Soured him.”
She
worked on the lace around my neck, giving an annoyed grunt when the metal ring
of my collar got in the way.
“But
the last girl, she was interested in bondage. She took him here, to Freistaat,
probably hoping to get him interested as well. I guess they weren't on the same
page, because that relationship soon ended as well. But here Günther found a
name for his secret urge. Feminization. Sissy.”
She
tugged at the fabric. “I went to Freistaat, find people who had spoken to him.
I discovered he started coming here occasionally. To this very store even. Bought
clothes. Very girly stuff.”
“At
the time I was shocked. My big brother Günther, who I thought to be the perfect
man, was a sissy? Took me a long time
to accept. I cannot imagine how hard it must have been for him.” She looked
into the distance again.
“I
never found the outfits he'd bought. I later learned that shortly before his
death he had set light to something in his garden. His feminine attire, no
doubt. Purging them. Hoping to purge himself, his very being, of feelings that
his male pride could not accept. Because he did not have the courage to accept them. And in the end,
it killed him.” I heard the sadness in her voice.
She
gently touched my shoulder, looking me right in the eyes. “So yes, I think you
are brave. You may not have the bravery to drag someone out of a burning
building, like Günther had, but at least you dare to accept yourself for who
you really are. That takes a lot of courage too.”
We
were silent for a moment or two. I shook my head. “No... you just do not
understand...” I sighed.
She
kept looking at me. “Maybe you are right. I had a hard time understanding my
brother. I will not presume I can understand you. But perhaps I can help you
find yourself, wherever that may take you.” She had a gentle smile.
“What
do you mean?” I asked surprised.
She
stroked my hair. “Cheryl, it is obvious you are plagued by a lot of doubt. You
must not let it consume you like it did my brother. I do not know if I can help
you with that, but I can promise that if you ever need to talk, I will be there
to listen. And if it doesn't work out with your Mistress, I'll come pick you up
and together we'll figure out for you what to do next.”
I
could hardly believe my ears. “You... you mean that?” I asked hopefully.
She
smiled empathically. “Of course, silly. Here, let me write down my phone
number...” She grabbed a scrap of paper and wrote down a string of numbers.
I
stammered in baffled gratitude. “I... Oh, Mikaela... how can I... thank you...
I mean… repay you...”
She
sniggered “Don't break yourself, dear. But you are most welcome.” She put the
small piece of paper in her pocket as she searched for more pins. “Remind me to
give it to you later. We still have work to do. Fit you in that gown...”
I
heard a cough coming from the doorway. The matron was standing there.
“Mikaela,
may I speak with you for a moment?” She asked.
“Of
course, Miss. Sorry Cheryl, I'll be back shortly.” I could hear that she tried
to hide annoyance.
She
walked up to the matron, who whispered something in German. Mikaela answered
with an agitated tone.
I
couldn't hear much of their altercation, just individual words and short
sentences. “...Ich habe dir schön gesacht: keine verbrüderung mit den Tunten...“
The matron told Mikaela, who replied with a defensive tone.
Mikaela
finally turned towards me. “Cheryl? I'm sorry, but it appears I'm... needed
down in the store. I will not be able to help you with your gowns anymore. My
boss will take over from me. You'll be in very capable hands.”
She
smiled at me, but shot the matron an angry glance as she walked past her, picking
up her jacket that was lying next to my purse. I felt devastated as I saw
Mikaela leave the room, and with her my only chance of escape.
The
matron continued where Mikaela left off. She was capable for sure, but very
distant. She spoke little aside from curt commands she practically barked at
me. She didn't ask my opinion on the gowns either.
When
we were finally done, I had modeled six different outfits. Mistress Margot and
Christina finally selected a frilly gown for me that fell just above my knees,
fluffed with petticoats. It had a deep décolletée and was loose around the
neck, with poofy shoulders. It came with matching bows, gloves and choker. Its
colour was off-white, which contrasted nicely with Danielle's one, which was
similar but with subtle differences, as well as being a pristine white.
“Danielle
is still a virgin, but we all know I took your virginity weeks ago, don't we
Cheryl?” Mistress Christina said tauntingly. I turned red from shame as Danielle
looked at me in shocked dismay.
“Oops.
Guess Danielle didn't know yet,” she added, then laughed.
The
walk back to the car was mercifully short. Madame Directrice had driven it up
in front of the store.
In
the car I was ordered to take off my collar. I opened my purse to put it away
safely. When I looked inside, I saw a scrap of paper was stuck underneath my
lollipop.
2 comments:
This flows very naturally from Chapter 6 into the very new chapter 7. An excellent job.
Felicia Fussyfrocks (AKA Priscilla Bouffant)
Very nice story! Thank you very much, Bambi.
Deep curtsey
sissy maid colette
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