rocketdave here again with another apology to all of you who have been pleading for the next chapter of Swiss Miss Sissy. My excuse is the same as before: poor health and lack of motivation. Like last time, I started an illustration for this part, but I can't seem to summon the energy to finish it. However, rather than keeping you all in suspense, I'm once again just gonna post this sans illustration and hope that maybe I'll find the wherewithal to get it done at some point in the future. This is another chapter I'm uploading in two parts due to its length.
by Bambi
Chapter 10: The chase is on. Can Cheryl reach the
sanctuary before Mistress catches up?
I
ran as fast as my legs would carry me.
At
least, if you could actually call it running. I must have been quite a sight,
rapidly making short steps in my four inch heels, arms swaying girlish at my
sides, ridiculously short and frilly white dress flaunting up and down and side
to side, panties clearly visible, bonnet covering my head and a pacifier in my
mouth.
The
clicking of my heels resounded in my ears as I ran down the garden path. I came
across Jeanne, who watched me pass by with amusement. She whistled me a
catcall. “Where are those lovely legs going, sweet-cheeks? Whoohoo! You go,
girl!”
I
came up to the mansion, not sure how I got there, and I stopped. I had to
think. The clue. A spoon? What did a spoon mean?
I
turned around towards the garden. From here the gazebo was not visible, hidden
by the complex pattern of bushes, trees and flower beds, but I hoped Mistress
had not started her chase yet. I didn't have a watch, so I had no idea how much
time I had left.
I
tried to focus my thoughts. A spoon. You eat with a spoon. Food. The kitchen?
I
ran up the steps to the mansion. The back door was open to let the warm and
fresh spring air inside. I almost jumped over the threshold. I turned my head
left and right, as the bonnet limited my field of vision. My collar resisted my
movements.
The
kitchen, where was it? Clicking echoed against the walls as I rushed down a
hallway. Didn't were have dinner here, somewhere? The kitchen must be nearby.
I
tried a door. Broom closet. Another one revealed a staircase. I hurried along
the corridor, trying doors as passed them by. Then I opened another one, and I
saw a large refrigerator and other appliances. Found it!
I
raced inside, looking left to right. The next clue, where could it be? What did
it even look like? I saw a man on the other side of the kitchen, looking at me
with frown that betrayed his incredulity. I had never seen him before, but his
attire indicated he was Mistress' chef.
I
suddenly felt very self-conscious, very much aware of my hilarious appearance.
And a stranger now saw me in it. A man. A real
man. I pushed my skirt down, in an effort to cover my panties. I knew I
blushed.
I
shook my head, there was no time for this! I looked at the chef. Sir, Is there
a clue here, somewhere? I shouted.
Well,
that is what I wanted to shout, but my gag muffled me. Incredible what you can
forget if you are stressed...
I
thought about trying to take my gag out. Maybe I could undo the clasp. But by
then the man had come to terms with my remarkable appearance and his
incredulity had made way for annoyance. He shouted something at me. I had no
idea what he was saying, but clearly I was not wanted here. Frightened, I
twirled around and scurried out of the door.
So
much for my only idea. What should I do now? With nothing better to think of, I
opened another door and rushed in. I entered the large dining hall where two
nights ago we had dinner. I didn't see the box until I almost crashed into the
table it was standing on.
My
hart jumped, and I was almost frozen in place as the significance of the spoon
hit me. It was so obvious! You don't use a table spoon to cook food, but to eat it. You eat it in the dining hall!
The box contained the next clue!
I
slowly reached for the box, like it was some kind of holy relic, and opened its
lid. I took out the item inside.
What
on earth was this? A small and worn stuffed animal, but it was wearing a pink
dress you'd find on many dolls. The dress clearly was not originally part of
the animal. Much newer too. Was that significant?
I
turned the animal around. I almost missed the writing on the animal's label. I
could make out the letters, written down irregularly, like a child would. It
spelled 'Daniel'.
It
had to do something with Danielle, I figured. The next clue had to be in her
room. Mistress had showed it to me yesterday. It was on the first floor.
I
suddenly became aware of the clicking of heels on marble. Not like my fast
girlish steps, mind you, but loud, measured and powerful. My mouth turned dry
as I realized Mistress was walking up the corridor. Her steps were slow, but
drew closer inexorably.
She
called out with a deep voice, loud enough for me to hear as she approach in the
hallway. “Fee-fi-fo-fissy! I smell the perfume of a pretty little sissy!”
She
was almost at the door! I panicked and ran the other way. Thank goodness there
was a door at the other side of the room. I raced as fast as my high heels would
allow, and turned the handle.
I
didn't hear Mistress' heels anymore. She must have reached to other door! I
pulled on the heavy oaken door, which opened frighteningly slow. I heard the
handle on the other side being turned.
I
pulled with all my strength, which I discovered was depressingly little, until
the door had opened just far enough. I skittered through. I heard the door on
the other side creak as it opened.
The
big oaken door fell shut on its own behind me. I sighed. I had just evaded her,
but I could not stop here. This door would slow her down, but only for a
moment. I scampered down the hallway and turned a corner. I had to find a
staircase.
I
rushed to the other side of the mansion, trying to get as much distance between
myself and Mistress. There was nobody in the corridor, but I feared Mistress
knew where I was. Blasted marble! You could probably hear my high heels at the
other side of the mansion.
I
was hoping there would be stairs here somewhere. The closest one I knew was at
the main hall, but to reach that one I would have to turn around. That would
take me closer to Mistress, so that was not an option.
I
turned left at a junction, but that was a dead end so I went right instead. I
tried several doors. Some were locked, others led to rooms various rooms that
were of no help.
I
came to another dead end. This mansion was a maze! I retraced my steps back to
the junction. I heard the clicking of heels again. Mistress was approaching. I
must have turned pale.
I
rushed into a corridor I had passed just before the junction. More doors.
And
a stairway at the end! I scampered down the hallway. I hear Mistress steps echo
behind me. She was close.
It
was a small staircase, intended for servants, but it was exactly what I needed.
I ran up the stairs, the old wooded stairs creaking with every step.
I
tried to find my bearings when I arrived on the first floor. With those
annoying bonnet and collar, I had to turn my whole body to see my surroundings.
It was gloomy in the hallway, and I had no idea where I was. But I could not
stay here. Mistress had surely heard me going up the stairs. I hurried down the
corridor on the left, and hoped for the best.
I
skittered along the hallway, hoping Mistress would not hear me. Fortunately,
the floor was carpeted, so my steps were somewhat muffled. I didn't hear her
climb the staircase yet, so I maybe I could shake her.
I
turned a corner and had a stroke of luck. I recognized the dressing room.
Danielle's room was just down this hallway and to the left. I hurried along and
came up to the familiar door. I was so glad that I actually cooed into my gag.
I opened the door and entered.
Danielle's
room was larger than my old apartment. It had the same ancient interior you'd
find anywhere else in this mansion. The walls were lined with woodwork and
drapes framed the windows. A large canopy bed dominated much of the room on the
right, while some furniture was scattered around on the left.
At
first glance this didn't look like the room of a sissy. It didn't even have a
vanity mirror and closet. The only item of female clothing I saw was a night
gown hanging from a peg. I assumed Danielle put on her clothes and makeup in
her dressing room.
On
closer inspection I saw that it was a girl's room, though. There was a doll and
a stuffed animal on the bed. There were two fashion magazines on a table, and I
saw a book that was clearly a romance novel. A small music box with a ballet
dancer stood on a desk, next to records of a singer whose target demographic
was female, age twelve to sixteen. There wasn't a single item that could be
considered remotely boyish. Mistress Margot was being thorough in feminizing
Danielle.
But
that was not my concern. I had to find the next clue. I scurried through the
room. The last clue was prominently placed on a table, in a noticeable box.
Where was it? I checked the table. The night stands. The bed. I checked the
doll and stuffed animal for something hidden. Then the music box for a secret
compartment.
Nothing.
It
has to be here, I mumbled into my pacifier. The clue was obvious; Daniel in a
dress. It had to be in her room! I stamped my feet, groaning in frustration.
“You
are so adorable when you are mad,” I heard behind me.
I
froze instantly.
“You
look lost, my dear. No clue, I take it?” Mistress said with a chuckle. “Turn
around, girl.”
I
obeyed, even though I was scared to look at her. She was standing in the
opening of the door I had forgotten to close behind me. I did not even hear her
approach. The carpet had silenced her heels just like mine.
She
walked in and closed the door behind her, then leaned against the doorpost. Her
smirk was halfway between victorious and taunting, with her arms crossed in
front of her. She was still wearing her summer dress, but her hat was gone and
she had tied her hair back in a casual ponytail. She had exchanged her suede
gloves for firm leather ones. A small purse with a long strap was hanging from
her shoulder.
But
it was the whip she was holding that held my gaze. It was coiled up in her
right hand.
She
slowly walked along the wall, her finger sweeping the woodwork as she moved
past, but she kept her eyes her eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously backed up
against the other wall.
When
she was opposite to me, she leaned against the wall casually. She smiled as she
spoke. “Got to hand it to Jeanne and Bernadette, they have been very creative
with their last clue, don't you think? Digging up one of Danielle's old toys
and putting it in a dress? They really put some effort in it. Such a shame they
had made it so obvious, though. I asked them to challenge your wits, not to
leave a big arrow where to go next.”
She
sniggered and continued with a demeaning tone. “I was quite surprised to
discover you had ran straight past the room with the next clue and had come
here. Guess I overestimated you. You may be a talented sissy, but clearly not a
very bright one.”
I
was dismayed and confused. Passed the room with the next clue? Which one? The
stuffed animal had to represent Danielle. This
was her room. What had I missed?
My
confusion must have shown. “Still haven't figured it out? Well, don't get your
panties in a twist, I'll help. Yes, the clue referred to Danielle. What did it
wear?”
I
felt very uncomfortable under Mistress scrutiny. I tried to think. The animal
wore a dress, but Danielle always wore one these days. That didn't mean...
It
hit me like a thunderbolt. Danielle did not get dressed here, but in the
dressing room! The room I had hurried past. I groaned.
Mistress
chuckled. “Ah, sounds like you finally got it. Consider this advice free of
charge. Well, get a move on girl. Find your next clue.” She watched me
expectantly.
My
eyes went wide. Was she letting me go? My eyes shot towards the door, then back
to Mistress again. I hesitated.
She
sniggered as she enjoyed my confusion. “Oh silly girl, I may have found you,
but I haven't quite caught you yet.”
She nodded towards the door on her right. “There is your exit. If you run fast
enough, you just may evade me.”
Her
left hand went into her purse. She pulled out a chain with two leather
shackles. She held it up for me to see. “Or do you prefer to give up right
away?”
I
looked at the bonds, and Mistress malicious smile. My eyes quickly drifted to
the doorway, then to her. I made my choice.
I
bolted for the door.
More
or less, at least. I wasn't particularly quick. My collar was tight, my heels
too high, a dildo deep inside me and over two weeks of conditioning had made my
gait adorable but hardly efficient. Nonetheless, I gave it everything I got. Before my bonnet
obstructed my vision of her, I saw Mistress uncoil her whip, still smiling.
I
had covered half the distance between to the door. I has passed Mistress. I was
going to make it!
Then
the air in front of me exploded. A hard crack resounded through the room. A
whiff of clouds twirled around where the tip of the whip had ripped through the
air faster than the speed of sound.
Completely
startled, stumbling in my heels, I turned left. Another crack at my right
turned me around completely, so I was running back from where I came.
“Where
are you going, Cheryl? The door is the
other way,” Mistress said laughing.
I
slowed my pace. I needed to evaluate my options, find some way towards the
door. A route beyond the reach of Mistress' whip.
I
felt a stinging shock, making me groan in my gag and I hopped forward. My
bottom burned where the whip had struck me.
“Faster,
girl! Run!” She shouted. “You don't want Mistress to catch you.”
I
skittered forward, hardly noticing where I was going as I panicked. I lost all
sense and thoughts except that I wanted to get away from this woman. I squealed
and cried of fright, but only moans passed my pacifier.
I
hear Mistress laughing as she chased me around the room. I had no sense where I
was going, but she steered around the room with cracks that I was sure could
cut a man in half. Every time I slowed my pace, or reduced my terrified
moaning, she would hit me on my bottom or legs.
Mistress
clearly enjoyed herself as she forcefully directed me through the room. She
even started to sing.
“Run,
sissy, run. Mistress's looking for you,” I heard behind me.
“Run,
sissy, run. In your high-heeled shoes.” I gave a muffled yelp as the whip hit
my bottom, forcing me to scamper forward with increased pace.
“Run,
sissy run. With you panties peeking though.” A sharp crack just right of me
forced me to turn, making me evade to coffee table I hadn't even noticed.
“Run,
sissy, run! Or Mistress will catch you!” She sang with wicked delight. I got a
glimpse of her as she was preparing for another strike. The whip moved around
her like a it was alive. Sentient.
“See
sissy run, she runs so fast. She looks so cute as she hurries past.” I somehow
got close to the door. It was only an arm's length away! I reached for the
handle, any for a sharp sting to hit the back for my hand. I turned around
instantly, away from my escape route.
“See
sissy run, in her heels so high. Flaunting her dress as she skitters by.“ The
air cracked next to me. I turned, running directly at the bed.
“See
sissy run, with a plug in her behind. Shake that ass girl, Mistress won't
mind.“ Another strike hit my bottom. I accelerated my pace.
“See
sissy run, eyes wide with fear. She cries in her gag, cause Mistress draws
near.” I was almost at the foot of the bed. I wanted to stop, but I could not.
“See
sissy run, Mistress has a lesson to teach.” She struck again, but this time the
whip wrapped itself around my right ankle. I felt a tug and lost my balance.
With a fearful groan, I fell face first on the bed.
She
was on top of me before I realized what had just happened, holding me down on
the mattress. “Sissy gets far, but a whip has greater reach,” She sang
triumphantly.
I
struggled a bit, more out of a sense of panic than defiance, but she held me
down easily. I couldn't see her since my bonnet blocked my view, but I hear her
take out the chains. “Now I've caught
you,” She said elated. I felt one cuff being closed around my arm, just above
my elbow, then another one around the other. They were separated by a chain
hardly a foot long.
“Turn
around. Sit up, Cheryl,” she said. I didn't obey instantly, still quite freaked
out as I was, but she grabbed my earlobe and I groaned as I followed her
movement as she pulled me upright.
She
sat me down next to her on the side of the bed, still holding me tight. I was
kicking my legs, pulling my bonds and mumbling panicky into my gag, but a slap
on my cheek and a nasty pinch in my breasts silenced my tantrum.
“I
said 'relax', Cheryl!” Mistress said sternly. “Look at me. Focus.” I managed to
calm down, turned to look at her.
She
kept a close watch on me. “I am letting go of you. Will you remain quiet?” I
nodded.
“Good.
Just relax. Breathe slowly.” She let go of me and let me catch my breath for a moment. The pounding of my heart grew
less as well.
After
a while her stern expression made way for a smile. She kissed me on the cheek.
“Nice effort, my dear. You almost managed to give me the slip. Better luck next
time.”
I
think I mumbled 'thank you, Mistress'.
“Let's
tidy you up a bit. You've smudged your makeup.” She untied my bonnet and pulled
it off, then took out a small makeup set from her purse and retouched the parts
that had been stained by my tears. She placed the bonnet back and retied it
under my cheek. “There, much better. Get up, girl.”
I
took her hand, and got to my feet. I was still a bit shaky, but I'd manage. I
noticed how my new bonds pulled my elbows back and to my sides. I could not
raise my upper arms anymore. I could only just touch my fingers.
“All
right, Cheryl. Remember, I've just caught you. Five more times and it is game
over. But I'm now giving you another ten minutes head start. You remember where
the next clue is?” She asked.
Clue?
What clue? With my thoughts still very jumbled, I had to think for a moment
what she was talking about. It slowly came back to me. Yes, the clue. The
stuffed animal in the dress. Danielle's dressing room. I nodded.
“Good.
Off you go then. Time starts now,” she said.
Didn't
I even get a moment to rest? Mistress looked at me expectantly. Clearly not. I
minced to the door, turning the handle was more difficult with the bonds around
at my elbows.
I
looked left and right. Where was the dressing room again? Right, wasn't it? I
minced in that direction, then picked up speed.
**********
The
clue indeed was in the dressing room. A box was standing on the small podium. With my arms tied, it was hard to
open, but I managed to get the lid of.
I
found a flower inside. I had no idea what kind it was. I can hardly distinguish
a rose from a daisy. It looked beautiful, though. White petals with violet
edges. I could not remember if I had seen them before.
Still,
they had to come from the garden. One of the flower beds, no doubt. But which
one? The garden was large and confusing. Still, no use in standing around. The
clock was ticking, and I've must have spent a few minutes already. Time to get
moving.
I
hurried towards the main staircase and down to the ground floor. From there
through the main hall and out the back entrance.
The
garden stretched out in front of me. Flowers lined the wide terrace, but none
looked like the ones of the clue. Trees and bushes obscured the rest of the
garden, with four paved pathways leading from the terrace until they were lost
amongst the greenery. The second from the left led to the gazebo, and I
couldn't remember seeing the flowers there, so I was hoping for a stroke of
good luck as I scampered down the one on the right.
As
I scurried down the path, I was flanked by bushes on both sides, with not a
flower in sight. I came to a junction. More bushes, but no a flowers. I mumbled
into my gag as I cursed my luck. My heel clicked as I stamped my feet in
frustration.
“Sissy!”
I heard someone shout.
I
turned around startled. Over one bush I could see part of the mansion.
“Sissy
Cheryl! I know where you are going!” I heard someone call. I saw someone lean
out of a room of the first floor. It was Mistress. “Ready or not, here I come,”
she called.
Stupid
girl! I admonished myself. Of course Mistress would check out the dressing
room. Why didn't I hide the flower? She undoubtedly knew where it grows. If I
didn't find it soon, I would lose my entire lead on her.
I
skittered down the path on the left. I saw flower beds here and there, but none
of the right kind. I dashed around another corner, where I saw the park bench
Mistress and I had sat earlier. That direction led to the gazebo, but where did
that path lead to? I dashed in that direction. More bushes. Where on earth was
I?
I
stopped, and for a moment I just stood there, unsure what to do.
Then
I heard clicking. High heels, walking in a slow and unconcerned rhythm. I froze
up. Mistress was on the other side of the hedge!
I
didn't make a sound as she passed behind me. I hear her chuckle. “I know you
are close, Cheryl. I can taste your fear. I have something for you.” I hear the
dangling of chains. “I will find you, and then I'll put these on you. Soon I
will take you to my penalty box.”
I
held my breath, fearing Mistress would hear me. Her paces grew more distant
again, and very slowly I turned in the direction where she was going. I saw a
corner there. Mistress could turn onto this pathway any moment!
I
stepped backwards one pace, and then another. Mistress' heels had stopped
clicking. I turned around and ran. My steps were deafening.
“I
can hear you, girl!” She called out. I did not know if she was following me. I
didn't listen, did not look back, I just kept running. I skittered along,
turned left, then turned right. I stopped under a tree, trying to calm my
nerves and form some plan. My mouth felt dry, aggravated by that darned
pacifier. The dildo was even worse.
Then
I heard the clicking again.
My
heart skipped a beat. How did Mistress manage to get here so quick? Did I make
a wrong turn somewhere? Double back accidentally? Didn't matter, I heard her
steps approaching. I rushed in the opposite direction.
More
twisting paths. I had lost my sight on the mansion. The bushes grew close,
almost forming a green tunnel around me. Branches and twigs seemed to reach out
for me, touching the hem of my skirt. A sense of claustrophobia came over me as
I tried to find my bearings in this green twilight.
Shocked
I turned around. Steps! I had to get moving.
I
scampered down the path, the clicking of my heels the only sound in this green
labyrinth.
And
suddenly I was bathed in sunlight. I had rushed into a clearing. It was mostly
a grass field with a pond in the middle, where water gurgled as it cascaded
from a pile of rocks. Around the pond various beautiful flowers grew, including
the ones from the clue. I had found it!
The
path led up to a park bench close to the pond. A small chest was standing on
it. I listened behind me if I could here Mistress footsteps of doom. Nothing.
The coast was clear. As silently as possible in heels I minced over to the
bench.
I
bend forward and with some effort I managed to undo the clasp. I opened the
lid.
I
looked at the items inside. Well, it wasn't hard to figure out where these came from. I needed to inspect
them closely, though, just in case. I was reluctant to touch them, but I took
the two items out of the box. I held the dildo in one hand, and the gag in the
other.
I
couldn't find any hidden messages or cryptic metaphors. The next clue was
apparently inside the penalty box...
I
turned towards my right. I could see the mansion through the trees. It was
near, and I did not hear Mistress. If I was fortunate, I could sneak back into
the mansion without her even knowing.
I
was about to put the items back, then stopped. Wait a minute...
Mistress
could find this clue as well. She would immediately know where I was going. I
had to get rid of them.
I
thought about dropping them in the pond, but the gag would probably float and
there would be hell to pay if Mistress saw that. Throwing them in the bushes
was no option either. Who knows where they would end up or who would chance
upon them? With my luck, I'd probably hit someone too.
I
had to go. Time was something I did not have. I skittered down the path in the
direction of the mansion, sacrificing stealth for speed. I held onto the toys,
hoping for an opportunity to get rid of them later.
I
came to a junction and listened. Still nothing. I dashed around the corner.
I
almost bumped into Mistress.
“Whoa
there, girl!” She said with a smirk. “Where is that lovely ass of yours going?”
My
pacifier would have fallen out if it wasn't locked in my mouth. Where did she
come from?
She
uncoiled her whip, but laid it over her right shoulder, not taking her eyes of
me.
“What
is that you are holding, my dear?” She looked at the toys still in my hands.
She laughed heartily.
“Oh,
you naughty girl! I can't leave you alone for ten minutes without you scurrying
off to play with yourself. I'm sorry Cheryl, but your little toys will have to
wait. We are still playing our game.” She was very amused by her own joke.
I
must have turned red as a beet. That amused her even more.
She
coughed. “Ahem. Which reminds me...” She pulled out the chains and held them
up.
My
eyes were wide with horror. Mistress stepped towards me. I stepped back.
Mistress
smiled predatory. She moved slowly, but did not take her eyes off me. No did I
take mine of her, moving backwards each time she approached. She had blocked
the path in front of me, but the way back was still open...
I
stumbled, almost twisting my ankle, but I managed to turn around. I skittered
away from Mistress.
I
heard my heels click, and a snigger behind me. Then a whoosh.
A
snake suddenly jumped at me from the side. It struck me on my right arm and
then wrapped itself around my arms and chest. Startled, I looked at its black
leather skin. Then I felt the sharp thug backwards. Mistress had grabbed me
with her whip and was now reeling me in.
I
moaned and groaned as she pulled me towards her, trying to find some traction
in my heels, but it was to no avail. She grabbed my collar and held firm.
“Did
I ever tell you 'Raiders of the lost ark' is one of my favourite movies?” she
said with a chuckle. With a flick of her wrist the whip unwrapped itself from
me. It did not matter though. I was caught.
“Now,
where were we? Oh yes.” She jingled the chains she was holding. I groaned in my
gag.
“You
look flustered, my dear. You have been running too much. Let me fix that. Hold
still while I put these on you.” She let go of my collar.
Surprisingly,
and perhaps foolishly, I tried to run again. I braced myself to dash forward.
Mistress
simply pulled my bonnet over my eyes, blocking my view. “Were are you going?”
She said mockingly.
I
stamped around a bit, trying to get the bonnet off, but my hands couldn't quite
reach it.
There
was a sharp crack next to my legs. I hopped to the side. “Oh, don't stop on my
account,” she said. The whip cracked just behind me, forcing me forward.
Blindfolded, I made a few precarious steps.
Another
hard snap at my left, directing me the other way. “Careful dear, that tree is
much tougher than a frilly little sissy.”
After
a few minutes Mistress had enough of playing her variation of 'blind man's
buff' and grabbed me by the collar. “Now, stay still,” she said sternly. I
mumbled a confirmation and obeyed.
She
let go of me and reached down. I could feel her shackle my ankles. When she was
done, she pulled my bonnet back and fixed the bow under my chin. “There. All
done,” she said with a smile.
She
had tied my ankles with a foot long chain. I had been hobbled, only able to
mince. I certainly could not run. No way I'd be able to outrun Mistress in
this.
'That
is two down, four to go. Another ten minutes head start. Are you ready,
Cheryl?” She asked not unkindly.
I
really wasn't, but nodded anyway.
She
smiled. “Since you are going to the penalty box anyway, would you mind taking
your toys there? Just leave them with your next clue. I promise you can play
with them later.”
I
looked at the dildo and gag I was still holding. I blushed, sighed, then nodded
again.
“Good
girl.” She slapped my bottom. “All right then, start.”
I
minced down the path in the direction of the mansion. It was painfully slow.
Mistress
apparently thought the same. A painful strike hit my rear. “Faster girl!” She
called. “Time's a-wastin'.”
Somehow,
I increased my pace.
************
When
you run in heels, you put most of your weight on your toes. Ideally, your heels
shouldn't even touch the ground. Quite impossible in four inch stilettos, for
sure, but you get the idea.
When
you mince, however, your heel touches the ground first. It gives a very
distinctive sound, one that can drive a man crazy with expectation of seeing a
pretty girl in heels.
It
was certainly driving me crazy. Click-click-click it went, echoing in my skull.
I understood why men liked girls in heels, but for the life of me I couldn't
imagine why women would love these shoes.
I
came across the gardener again, very much aware not only of my appearance, but
also of the toys I was holding in both hands. It did not take a genius to
figure out in whose hole the dildo would end up in, or who would wear the gag
soon. I smiled as I passed him, as a proper sissy should. Then I realized the pacifier
probably covered my lips, so I made a quick bob instead. He remained silent,
just looking at me with amused contempt. Or was expectation? I did not dare to
think about that. He burst out laughing when I passed.
Back
in the mansion I made my way towards the penalty box, learning the different
frequencies of the various surfaces I minced over. Marble sounds a lot differed
from concrete, for example.
It
took me far to long to find it. After what felt like forever, I finally reached
the penalty box.
I
was blindfolded when they first brought me here, so only now did I get a good
look of the old oaken door that barred the way to the penalty box. The walls
framing it seemed to be the most ancient of the entire mansion. The door's
surface had some intricate carving of animals. Lions mostly, but others as
well. Even some mythical ones. Near the threshold there was a hatch that
probably hadn't been opened in ages. An old and massive iron lock was
accompanied by two much more modern ones. It looked very ominous.
I
reached for the elaborate door handle. It was not locked. I pulled on the
handle and with a creak and moan the ancient door slowly opened.
I
reluctantly stepped inside, then stopped. Last time I was too scared and
confused to have a good look in this room. I knew I had to hurry, but I
couldn't help myself and observed the interior.
I
observed the various pieces of furniture I had seen previously, and many more
besides. They were brand new, but the materials from which they were made
blended perfectly with the dignified history that penetrated the rest of the
room.
I
also noticed the windows on the other end. The late afternoon light fell
directly behind the throne in the centre, surrounding it with an eerie halo.
They were small, with pointed arches you'd sometimes see in cathedrals. I
noticed the windows were barred. The stained glass gave the whole room an
ethereal glow.
I
couldn't help thinking I had somehow wandered into the twilight zone.
I
focussed my sights on the throne, and the box on the cushion. I minced up
the raised platform on which it was
standing. I put my toys down, and opened the lid.
I
almost fell backwards as I stumbled in my heels, startled by the box's
contents. A massive tarantula crawled inside it!
Wait,
it didn't crawl... I looked closer. Then recognized the joke spider was made
from regular plastic. This was the second time a harmless spider had scared me,
I thought annoyed. I slammed the lid shut.
No
point in hiding the clue. Didn't exactly work out well last time.
I
stood there thinking about the clue. A toy spider? I had no idea what that
meant. The garden? No doubt there were spiders there. Seemed far-fetched
though.
I
stepped back, about to turn around. Then stopped. I watched enchanted. A cloud
must have moved away from the sun, because suddenly the light intensified,
radiant beams of green falling through the windows. It bathed the room in an
eldritch gleam, where the dark furniture radiated unlight. Carvings of stone
and wood along the walls suddenly took another aspect. It was as if I had
stepped through the looking glass into a world that was both frightening and
beautiful.
This
must have been what Alice felt like when she had stumbled into Wonderland, I
thought. The last few weeks had been an unreal experience. This room was the
perfect metaphor.
“Beautiful,
isn't it?” I hear behind me. Startled, I turned around. Mistress was standing
in the door opening. How does she manage to sneak up on me like that? She was
looking in my direction, but not at me. She was enthralled by the same ethereal
atmosphere that had enraptured me. “I'm very glad you've come to appreciate it.
Al lot of effort went into it.”
She
walked into the room, her whip coiled around her like a bandoleer. She glanced
at me. “You know, you are making it far too easy for me. This is no fun. Tell
you what? I will no longer check your clues, so I will not know where you are
going. Sounds fair? Good.”
She
grabbed me by the neck and produced the next set of bonds. “This one still
counts, though.” She placed two leather straps just above my knees, connected
with a very short chain. I groaned in my gag. I thought I couldn't be hobbled
any further, but she had found a way.
She
turned me around, facing the throne. She put her hand around me, a very content
smile on her face. “I've spent a long time planning this room. But I never had
the right reason to make it a reality. This room is not appropriate for
Danielle, and you wouldn't believe how much effort her upbringing cost me.”
I
squealed as she pinched my breast. “Then suddenly there was you. I realized
this was the moment I was waiting for. No, the moment I was hoping for. Believe me, I spared no
expense for you.”
She
let go of me, her content smile turning malicious. “Don't move,” she said.
She
walked over the throne, took the box off, and sat down. She stroked its
armrests, then looked at me again.
“You
know, this room has a history.” She said with an amused smile. “It's the oldest
part of the mansion. Many events took place in this very room. Some cheerful,
some tragic. But the oldest event of all made it the perfect location of my
penalty box.”
I
stood there in a properly submissive position, but felt very confused. Where
was she going with this? I didn't ask, obviously. It is unbecoming to mumble
with a gag in your mouth.
She
smiled at me. “Want to hear a scary story? This was the room of Fabienne de
Levarre, one of my ancestors.”
That
meant nothing to me, as she surely knew.
She
continued talking. “She was the lady of the house when this mansion was still a
castle. Unfortunately, she had lost her husband in battle against the House of
Hapsburg, and went completely crazy as a result. She would sit in this room, in
a chair much like this one, and hold court.”
Her
voice was different, talking with the tone of a storyteller trying to entrance
her audience. “First for her servants, later for people only she could see. For
her protection, and everyone else's, her son locked her up in this room. It had
all the comforts she could wish for, but it was a prison nonetheless. As the
months passed by, her insanity only increased until none dared to enter
anymore. The servants put her food through a hatch and would pick up the empty
plate later.”
The
light in the room dimmed. A cloud must have drifted in front of the sun.
“One
day, a servant girl came by to pick up the plate, but the food was still there.
Even stranger was the fact the door, which had been locked for months, was
ajar. The girl called for the Lady Fabienne, but there was no answer. Foolishly,
she entered the room. The door closed behind her.”
It
was only a stupid ghost story, like the ones I heard during Halloween. And not
even a good one! Still, I felt unsteady in my heels. A shiver ran down my
spine.
Mistress
continued. “A cry went through the castle, and servants rushed to its source
and came to this door. There was a struggle inside. They heard their insane
Mistress laugh while a young girl screamed and cried. They tried to open the
door, but it would not budge. Not even when the young lord brought the key to
open the lock. The laughing became more fiendish, and the crying more
desperate. Then silence.”
Mistress
was silent for a moment, watching me. “The door opened, and the bravest among
the gathered crowd rushed in. The room was empty. The Lady Fabienne was gone,
and so was the girl.”
She
looked around the room, ignoring me, as if she was watching past events.
“They
only found their clothes: mistress' gown, and the servant's attire. The gown
was strangely twisted around the girl's dress, as if had tired to envelop and
constrict the poor girl wearing it.”
She
looked straight at me. It was as if the green glow in the room radiated from
her eyes. “Ever after, the servants whispered Lady Fabienne had gone to hell,
and had dragged the poor girl with her to serve as her handmaiden for all
eternity. Sometimes, in the darkest of nights, they would hear whispers in this
room. Their infernal Mistress holding court once more, and a poor girl
desperately trying to escape her grasp.”
She
folded her hands together, resting her chin on top. “When I was a little girl,
I was scared to go near this room. Afraid that the Lady would claim me.” Her
smile was frightening.
She
leaned back in her throne, holding her armrests. She watched me as queen
regards a peasant.
“Perhaps
she already has,” she spoke ominously. I really was shivering.
She
clapped her hands, startling me. “Enough story telling,” she said cheerfully,
breaking the atmosphere. “Time to get back to our game!”
I
shook my head, trying to focus. I was almost glad to continue. I really wanted to get out of this room
now.
“Are
you ready, Cheryl? Don't try to talk, stupid sissy, just nod. Yes? Good. Ten
minutes. Time starts now. Go get them, girl!” She said encouraging.
Slowly,
I minced out of the room. I still had no idea where to go next, but at least I
got out of there. It made me feel strangely elated.
**********
Moving
about in my new bonds took me forever. The small steps forced on me by the
ankle chain were bad enough, but the cuffs above my knees made my gait even
move awkward.
It
gave me plenty of time to determine where to go to next, though, as I was still
in the hallway to the penalty box. As I stumbled down the corridor, the part of
my mind that wasn't preoccupied with keeping me on my heels was wondering about
the clue.
Not
that it helped much. A toy spider? What was that even supposed to mean?
My
legs took me in the direction of the main hall, simply to get as far away from
Mistress as possible before time ran out. I got to the wide staircase, and
managed to hobble my way down to the ground floor. Not an easy task in my heels
and bonds! Thank goodness my wrists weren't bound, so I could support myself on
the elaborately carved railing. It still took all my concentration to get down
but somehow did not to lose much time on this obstacle.
I
only noticed Bernadette when I had both feet firmly (more or less...) on the
hall's marble floor. She was looking at me with a frown, arms crossed in front
of her.
Seeing
her startled me, but I couldn't stop now. I bobbed a quick curtsey, trying to
smile and minced towards the closest exit I could see.
“What
do you think you are doing, girl?” She shouted.
That
stopped me in my tracks. I turned towards her. My surprised expression must
have been visible in my eyes.
“Don't
you play dumb with me, fille,” she
said with her thick French accent as she walked towards me. “You know what I am talking about.”
I
really had no idea. I tried to explain that to her. “Muff? Iff domphf nuff...”
She
slapped me in my face. My gag smothered a cry.
“No
talking with your mouth full, stupid girl! You should know that by now.” The
maid said threateningly. She grabbed me in the nape of the neck and dragged me
with her. Trapped in my bonds, I could barely keep up.
Her
hand felt like as a vice as she pushed me towards one of the ornamental tables
that lined the old walls. “I was talking about that travesty on the stairs. In
all my life I haven't seen such an unladylike gait. Unacceptable! Game or not, a
sissy must always look and move girlish and feminine. Not stumble about like a
sack of potatoes.”
That's
not fair! I thought. How on earth am I to walk properly feminine if I was tied
up like this? It was impossible! I
grunted an objection, but she ignored it as she pushed me against the table.
She
pressed her foot on my ankle chain, immobilizing my feet, then pushed me down
on the dark brown surface of the antique table. Bent forward, my panties were
completely exposed.
“Perhaps
this will help you remember.” With her free hand, she slapped my bottom. I
groaned. She slapped again. And again. She did not hit me all that hard, but I
couldn't handle the indignity.
She
stopped at fifteen. By then I had tears in my eyes. She pulled me up, but did
not let go of my neck. “Well, Cheryl? Do you think this is enough encouragement
for you to remember your appearance?”
I
did my best to regain my composure, and nodded in confirmation.
“You
sure? Because if I see you misbehaving again, I will be forced to use more
severe lessons.” She pulled out an item from one of her pockets and held it up
for me to see. It was the multi-tailed whip she was carrying earlier. I
shuddered.
“Understood?
Good. Of you go then girl,” She said while she let go of me. “Don't forget to smile,
sissy. Good girls always smile.”
I
still felt tears in my eyes, but managed to force a smile on my face. I bobbed
a practised curtsey. The tall maid answered with a content nod.
I
turned to my left, where the closest door was. As girlish as I could manage in
my bonds, I minced towards the door. Bernadette's gaze followed me.
“You
Mistress' drawing room is the other way,” she suddenly said.
I
gave her dutiful smile as I nodded. I continued walking towards the nearest
door. I just wanted to get away form this wicked maid.
Then
I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned my head in surprise towards Bernadette.
She chuckled as she winked at me.
The
drawing room? Of course! Where I had fled from a real spider!
I
turned around, the humiliation and the pain in my behind suddenly forgotten. I
had a goal again. I could still win! There were three doors in the opposite
wall.
“The
left one,” the tall maid said helpfully.
I
bobbed Bernadette a genuinely thankful curtsey. Mean as she had been before,
right now she had helped me when I needed it the most.
She
gave a gentile smile. “What are you waiting for? Get going, girl! You wasted
enough time as it is.”
I
minced towards the door, increasing my pace but making sure my gait was
excessively girlish.
“Excellent.
That is the most adorable strut I've ever seen. Keep it up, girl,” the maid
called out to me as I opened the door and left the room.
My
heels clicked on the ancient marble as I crossed the corridor, my bonds keeping
my movements to a minimum. I had no idea how much time I had left before
Mistress resumed the hunt. Or even if I had any time left at all.
I
did know how slowly I moved about.
But at least I looked cute while doing it.
It
was agonizing to realize how much time it took to get to the other side of the
mansion. Especially since I had to regularly stop and listen for signs of
Mistress. After what seemed like an eternity, I found myself in front of the
door to the drawing room.
I
reached for the handle, then hesitated. What if this was a trap? Bernadette was
loyal to Mistress alone. Why would she help me?
On
the other hand, what choice did I have? I turned the handle.
I
opened the door slowly, as if I was afraid Mistress would otherwise leap out
and grab me (well, given the circumstances, that wasn't such a weird idea, now
was it?). Next I peeked inside the room.
There
was Mistress' chair on the left. The big TV. The windows where I had seen the
spider. But no sign of Mistress. I was alone and sighed in relief.
Entering
the room and I silently closed the door behind me. The room was carpeted, so
the clicking of my heels was muffled somewhat. Stealth wasn't quite one of my
strengths, but if I was careful I may be able to evade Mistress.
I
looked across the room, trying to find the next clue. My heart skipped a beat
as I couldn't find it. Had Bernadette lied?
I
had to suppress an elated cry as I saw the simple paper shoe box on the low
footstool. That was it!
I
hobbled over (in a properly feminine way, of course) and took of the lid.
Well,
it was a shoe box all right. There were shoes inside. Correction, it was a pair
of boots. Patent pink leather, with four-and-a-half inch heels. My boots, that
I had worn two days ago.
I
took both out and inspected them, but it only confirmed what I already knew.
They were indeed the very same ones. I could find no other hints.
I
pondered about that for a moment, visualizing everything that had happened the
day before yesterday. I thought about the events in the parlour, where Mistress
had complimented me about my choice of footwear. That had to be it, right? The
parlour was my next destination.
I
turned around and was about head for the door when I heard the clicking of
heels outside. A slow but determined pace. Mistress was approaching!
I
must have turned pale on the spot. I felt weak in the knees, but couldn't move.
She had found me!
I
looked around, but there was no other exit. I was trapped! I looked at the door
to face the inevitable.
The
clicking of heels stopped. I felt my heart pound in my chest. I heard a handle
being turned and a door creak as it opened. The door before me remained closed
however.
I
was confused for a moment. Then I heard the door close again and I understood.
It was further down the hall. Mistress was checking the other rooms. She didn't
know I was here!
Not
yet anyway. I had to hide. But where? Frightened, I looked around. No closets
or anything.
Another
door opened. She was getting closer.
I
felt panic rising as I turned around, looking for something, anything, to hide me.
What could I do?
The
heels clicked again. I heard them stop in front of the door. My eyes went wide.
Too late, I had blown my one chance!
A
door opened. The one opposite this room. A few seconds respite. Then I heard
the door fall shut again. This room was next. I had to do something. Anything.
Now!
I
saw the handle turn. My legs took over where my mind hesitated. With a
jump I didn't think would be possible in
my bonds, I ducked behind the wide back of the leather chair, kneeling behind
it.
I
pulled my dress close against me, making sure the hem of my skirt did not stuck
out, as the door swung open.
I
could not see Mistress from my hiding place, but she did not see me either. But
it was hopeless, she only had to walk three steps into the room to be able to
catch a glimpse of me.
I
heard my heart pound in my chest, and was sure Mistress would hear it as well.
I desperately held my breath.
“Well,
what is this?” I heard her say thoughtfully.
My
eyes shot to the side, where I could see the open box on the foot stool. Which
Mistress now had seen as well. Stupid girl! I admonished myself. Now she knew I
was here.
But
I did not move. I heard the ticking of a clock break the frightful silence in
the room.
“She
is close,” Mistress said. I looked along the back of the chair, which only just
obscured her. I heard her chuckle, then a weird sound. Did she just sniff the
air?
The
door creaked as she closed it. I heard the click of her heels as they hit the
marble of the corridor. She had not come in! Another door opened further down
the hallway. The sound of her heels died down soon after that.
I
didn't move for some time, barely allowed myself to breathe. But when I was
sure Mistress really was gone, I got up from my hiding place. In disbelief I
started at the door. I had given her the slip. Somehow.
I
had been very lucky, but felt elated nonetheless. Mistress was gone, and I knew
where to go next. I minced over to the exit, as silently as possible, and
listened. No sound on the other side. Slowly I opened the door and peeked
around. Nothing.
I
stepped outside and minced towards the parlour.
***********
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