by Bambi
She
was right about one thing, though. I did dream about high heels. Pumps,
mary-janes and boots in all shapes and sizes. I saw white ones and black ones,
they were arguing with the pink shoes. The green mary-janes were excited, while
the red pumps were pacing around agitated. Even the pink boots were annoyed.
And of course they were, for there were so many of them, and only one sissy.
They were arguing for the right to wear me. Only one of them would walk away
with a fashionable Cheryl in them.
I
woke up early in the morning. The sun was already rising, but hadn't completely
chased away the night yet. Mistress was still there, obviously. She had her arm
around my waist. From her breathing I gathered she was fast asleep.
I
slowly lifted her arm, careful not to disturb her, and managed to get out of
her embrace. I slowly moved to the edge of the bed, where I sat upright. I
watched Mistress sleep for a moment, then softly put my heels on the floor next
to the bed.
“Where
are you going, girl?” Mistress spoke in a stern voice.
Startled,
I turned around. Mistress was still lying there, but her eyes were open and
fully awake. Her gaze bored into mine.
“I...
I do not know, Mistress,” I said truthfully, in an apologetic tone. “I just
felt like getting up. I did not want to disturb you.”
She
sat upright, looking at me suspiciously. Then turned to the window, where the
light of the sun was rapidly increasing in brightness. “Well, it does promise
to be a beautiful day. I suppose there is no harm in starting early and making
the most of it. Very well then, I'll join you.” She moved to the side and got
up from the bed.
“I'm
going to prepare for breakfast. I suggest you do the same. I will meet you in
the dining hall. Understood?”
“Yes
Mistress,” I replied. “In that case, may I be excused? I would like to go to
the bathroom and clean myself up.”
She
titled her head, looking at me with a frown. “Would you now? And when you are
done, you'll put on a frilly dress and meet me in the dining hall?”
“Of
course, Mistress.”
“Uh-huh,
and what dress would you be wearing?”
“I...
I have no idea, Mistress. I haven't thought about that yet.” I was starting to
get anxious. Where was she going with this?
“It
seems that thinking isn't your best quality this morning,” she said menacingly.
“Did you forget about the house rules? You do not get to go to the bathroom without escort, and you sure as hell
do not get to choose your outfit of the day!”
She
picked up her phone and pushed a button. “Jeanne and Bernadette will be here
shortly. They will make sure you'll be properly presentable.”
Mistress' annoyance frightened me. “I'm sorry Mistress! I did not mean to be
insubordinate. I wasn't thinking straight. It is still so early. I only wanted
to be helpful, I swear.”
“Oh,
shut up girl, before I put a gag in it.” That shut me up all right. Mistress
ignored me while we waited for the maids to arrive.
Shortly
after there was a knock on the door, and Mistress asked them to come in. The
two maids entered the room. They looked presentable, buy groggy. Mistress
obviously called them out of bed. Bernadette shot me an angry glare.
“Ladies,
it seems that little Cheryl here has a lot of energy this morning. She insisted
on starting the day early. Would you be so kind as to prepare her for
breakfast? And please inform the chef we'll be eating early today.”
“Of
course, Ma'am.” The two maids walked over to me. “Get up, girl. Let's get you
cleaned up,” Jeanne said.
“May
I change my my shoes first? I cannot walk in five inch... gah!” I yelped as
Bernadette grabbed my earlobe and pulled me up.
“Less
talking, more walking,” The tall maid spoke. They flanked me from either side
and locked arms with mine. They almost dragged me forward and I had difficulty
keeping up in my extreme heels.
I
turned my head towards Mistress, wanting to apologize for my poor judgement.
But it got stuck in my throat as I saw her face. Her annoyance had disappeared,
replaced with fiendish delight.
***********
Her
grin was positively diabolical when the maids presented me to her. She clearly
enjoyed my predicament. I was wearing the most extreme outfit I've ever worn in
my life and my discomfort must have shown on my face.
In
the bathroom Jeanne was very meticulous in removing every stray hair below my
eyebrows, and when they showed me the outfit of the day, I understood why. I
was to wear a tight red latex catsuit that seemed several sizes too small, but
would stretch just enough for me to wear.
It
took the maids a lot of effort to put me in it, and me a lot of gasping and
grunting as I slowly became enveloped by it. When Bernadette finally zipped me
up at the back, I felt life I had been stuffed in a extra small sized condom, completely
covered from my ankles to my neck. I could barely move my arms and legs in the
tight material.
But
it didn't end there. Over the catsuit they fitted me with an underbust corset
of the same colour, and laced it up firmly. My feet went into thigh-high boots
of shiny patent leather, while on my hands I was to wear gloves of the same
material that fell over my elbows. Around my neck they fitted a collar that was
identical to the monstrosity I had worn the evening before, but in red.
They
finished with some bondage. Ankle chains between my boots. My wrists were tied
together in front of me with a short chain, which was also connected to my
corset, giving me some reach but not much. A leash was connected to my collar,
though the leash was very long and ended in a cuff.
“Ma'am,
may we present to you little miss Cheryl, for your approval,” Jeanne spoke
behind me.
Dutifully,
I smiled a lustful smile with my red lips, and performed a curtsey. Well, tried
to at least. In this horrible outfit it must have looked hopeless. Mistress
didn't mind though, as she chuckled in delight.
“Good
morning, Mistress,” I greeted her. “It is my pleasure to see you again. And may
I add how wonderful you look this morning.”
She
was wearing an outfit similar to mine, but pitch black. Her catsuit showed
cleavage, and seemed to be a lot more comfortable judging from her relaxed
posture. Her boots had lower heels than mine and came up to her knees.
“Why
thank you, Cheryl. And my, don't you look ravishing today. Very extreme. A real
fetish kitten you are, no?”
I
forced myself to smile. “Yes Mistress. I love fetish outfits.”
“It
looks very tight. Are you sure you wouldn't want to wear anything else?”
This
was an obvious trap, but given my dismay I still had to put a lot of effort to
speak the correct answer. “Oh no, Mistress. I love its restricting feeling. I
feel like I'm encased in pure bondage. This is every sissies dream.”
She
smiled. “Very well then, girl. Come, sit with me.”
Bernadette
guided me to my seat at the breakfast table. It took me a lot of difficulty to
actually sit down, tight as the catsuit was. It squeaked and cracked with every
movement.
She
then took hold of my leash and held it up to Mistress. “When you are ready,
Ma'am.”
“Go
ahead,” she told the maid, but did not take her eyes from me. I stared back in
confusion.
The
maid opened the cuff at the end of the leash. Mistress held out her left arm,
and Bernadette closed the cuff around her wrist. She checked the bond. “It is
secure, Ma'am.”
“Thank
you, Bernadette. You can start serving breakfast now.”
“Of
course, Ma'am,” the maid said. I did not hear them leave the room,
flabbergasted as I was at seeing Mistress wearing a chain.
“Mistress?
What...” I stammered.
She
smiled at me, she held up her arm. “This? Well, this morning I got the sneaking
suspicion you were about to wander off while I was sleeping, you naughty girl.
I do not want you to get in any trouble, but I cannot watch you all the time
either. So I decided to put you on a short leash, figuratively and literally.”
She
pulled her arm back, causing tension on my leash. It was hardly ten feet long.
“Now
I can rest easy in the knowledge you are always close by, safe with me.” She
shot me a playful wink.
“I
see, Mistress.” What else could you say when you hear something like this?
“Very
good. Now let's see what we have for breakfast. Ah, there it is now.” I saw
Bernadette enter, holding a plate with our meal.
***********
During
breakfast Mistress was chit-chatting again, though I did not feel like joining
in, as my discomfort claimed most of my attention. Though I was kind of baffled
how anyone can talk about something as trivial as the weather when she is
wearing a latex catsuit.
I
wasn't hungry, but ate my fair share anyway. Mostly because of my bonds I could
not eat myself and thus Mistress had to hand feed me. She ignored my claims
that I was okay and simply smiled as she put another piece of toast and
marmalade in my mouth.
After
breakfast she took me to the living room. It was very nice outside by now, but
apparently it is a bad idea to go out into the sun while wearing latex.
We
spend most of the morning there. Mistress had turned on some music and enjoyed
a quiet morning. I played the role of infatuated sissy again, trying to get her
attention (while actually hoping she would ignore me), speaking silly nonsense
that did not even make sense to me. Mistress tolerated that with a combination
of amusement, stoicism and indifference.
Every
now and then she would pull on my leash and drag me towards her. She then put
me on her lap as her hands touched me through the second skin of the latex. I
would squirm and she fondled me, while her tongue probed my mouth. Our outfits
would squeak as they contacted each other, and I made quite a noise as I
wriggled in Mistress embrace.
There
were several zippers on my outfit, including one at my groin and one at my
bottom. She would unzip one and put her gloved fingers though, carefully
probing my clitty or sissy hole. Not to get me excited, but enough to remind me
whom they belonged to.
She
mostly just enjoyed watching me squirm in my outfit, though. It was so tight I
had trouble with the most basic of movements, like sitting down. Even kneeling,
a very important skill for a sissy, became excruciatingly difficult.
At
some point I even preferred to just keep standing upright, despite of the
pressure that put on my heeled feet. Mistress laughed at that. She pulled my
leash and drew me closer. In a rare moment of compassion, she decided to teach
me the art of moving in latex.
“No,
no, no, silly girl. Stop fighting the latex. It is not like satin that can move
any which way you like. It has its own limits that you must respect,” She said
enigmatically. “Compare it with your chains. You do not want to keep fighting
your chains now, would you?”
“No
Mistress,” I said. Actually, I did. And I wanted to tear them apart as well.
Quite impossible, for sure, but a girl can dream. Of course I did not say that
out loud.
“Indeed.
You only move your arms and legs as far as your chains allow, but within those
limits you are free to do as you please. Use that to your advantage. Here, let
me show you.” She got up from her chair in which she was apparently sitting
quite comfortably, taking position next to me. She was holding a crop.
“Watch
carefully, girl. Bend your knee just a little bit, like this. Then move your
leg forward. Not too far. Keep your torso upright. Put weight on your heel, and
repeat with the other leg. See? Step, step, step, turn, step, step, step. Now
you try.” Mistress said to me.
By
now I was quite capable of walking in heels, but this was something else.
Mistress barked a mocking laugh as I made my moves. “Oh Cheryl, that has
pathetic. Try again, and remember that you are a pretty little sissy who is
very happy to wear an outfit like that, so smile and look happy.”
“Yes
Mistress.” I tried again, smiling this time. A slap hit my behind, making me
squeal. I still smiled though.
“Don't
bend that leg so far. Again.” She said sternly.
She
made me practice for some time, though more for her amusement than my benefit,
I think. She always found reason to slap me with the crop, and when she got
bored was I allowed to stop. Still, I did get a bit more accustomed to my
restrictive outfit.
Finally,
the moment I had been fearing had come. I was sitting on Mistress lap again.
She was teasing my nipples while I nibbled her ear.
“Let's
play a game,” she whispered to me.
“Oh,
I'd love to, Mistress,” I said smiling, but I could feel myself turn pale.
“That
is great, my dear. You'll love this.” She reached into her purse. “See this?”
She
held up a coin. It was the size of a euro coin, but completely gold coloured.
It reflected the light beautifully, with a golden shine. On one face was a
representation of a lion, on the other the Swiss cross.
“That
is beautiful, Mistress,” I said
“Thank
you, my dear. It's almost pure gold. Twenty-four carat.” She smiled proudly “A
long time ago my family was involved in minting. Our gold coins were among the
most trusted and valuable in Europe. They had saved some for a rainy day, which
were passed down the family tree. Thanks to them, I've been blessing me with a
very valuable coin collection.”
“There
are more?” I asked.
“Yes.
Five, to be exact. Unfortunately, it seems that Jeanne has been a bit careless
and scattered them through the mansion. Now I need to collect them for safe
keeping.”
“A
treasure hunt?”
“More
or less. Jeanne informed me where she lost them, and I'm going there to reclaim
them.” She smiled at me. “You are coming with me and help me find them. If you
find one first, you score a point. Otherwise I do. The one who scores the most
wins. If you win, I'll give you this evening off. Otherwise, its three hours in
the penalty box.”
I
gasped. That was harsh! But a whole evening free from her...
“Understood?
Good. Let's go then.” She helped me of her lap and got up herself.
“Oh,
before we go, on last thing...” She reached into her purse and pulled out a
wicked looking gag, a small dildo protruding from the leather strap that
covered the mouth.
I
must have looked miserable, but Mistress just smirked. “That is... not
necessary, Mistress. I will not talk to anyone,” I said dismayed.
“I
know, girl. I just like seeing you gagged. It makes your eyes look so adorably
alarmed, that is all. Now, open wide honey.”
What
choice was there? I reluctantly opened my mouth and she pushed the phallus in.
She fastened it behind the back of my head, and then we were good to go.
“Let's
go find us some treasure,” she said as she guided me towards the door. She
picked up her crop along the way.
************
Our
first destination was the entrance hall, where two coins were supposed to be
lost. It was a short walk (which in my outfit predictably took quite a while)
but Mistress was not idle. She had me walk in front of her, keeping the leash
just slack, while she monitored my gait. She did not spare on the crop.
I
was glad when we finally reached the main hall. So glad even that I increased
my pace.
“Whoa
there, girl. Not so fast,” Mistress said as she tugged on the leash. I squealed
as I fell backwards, but Mistress caught me.
As
I was lying in her arms she gave me a quick and playful kiss. “I appreciate
your enthusiasm, but let's keep it fair, shall we? When I say 'start', we begin. And remember, always look and move as a
proper sissy. Do you understand?”
I
nodded.
“Very
well then,” she said as she placed me on my feet again, then opened the door
the the hall. “Start!”
I
rushed inside the entrance hall, eager to find the coins.
I
only got as far as the leash would let me. I couldn't help putting pressure on
the chain, but Mistress just pulled back harder, forcing me back. She casually
walked over to one table, checked it, then moved over to another table, very
slowly. It was clear that there was nothing on that table, but Mistress went
there anyway.
And
I had to follow her because I was chained to her.
I
was getting agitated by the time Mistress moved to the third table. This was
incredible, I thought. Yesterday I had to run to keep ahead of this woman, but
now she moved with a snail's pace!
Then
I saw the glitter of gold on the ornamental handrail of the main staircase,
where an elaborately carved wooden lion stood watch. The gold coin was between
its front legs.
I
pulled my leash in that direction, but Mistress just gave it a wicked tug,
followed by a nasty slap of her crop on my behind. “Mind your manners, girl,”
She simply said.
I
muttered shouts of protest into my gag. This was infuriating! It was right
there and she would not let me reach it. Impatiently I stumbled about within
the ten feet around Mistress as she moved about the room, keeping my eye on the
coin to make sure she did not beat me to it.
“Aha,
what have we here?” She said. I turned to face her and saw her holding up a
piece of gold. My eyes went wide. I had missed that one!
Mistress
looked at me triumphantly. “That is one-zero for me, I reckon. Now, where is
the other one...” She continued with the search.
When
she finally moved towards the staircase, I took my chance. Standing between the
statue and her, I blocked Mistress' view of the coin.
She
made a step towards the left, and my leash went slack. I skittered to the
carved lion, and reached for the coin.
And
again there was tension on my leash. My bound hands almost had it, but fell
short for a couple of inches.
“What
are you doing, girl?” Mistress said as she noticed me mucking about.
“Is
something there?” She said she turned towards me. Then she made an error,
letting the leash go slack. I pulled on the leash and before she could respond,
I managed to grab the coin.
I
gave an excited squeal in my gag, holding out the coin and showed it to
Mistress. She looked as if she tasted something sour. “Well done, girl.” She
simply said. “That makes it one-one. We are done here. To the next location.”
She pulled hard on the leash, but for once that felt like victory.
********
The
second location was a large old guest room. It hadn't been used for quite a
while, but the maids had kept it clean. Archaic furniture was scatted
erratically throughout the room making it very cluttered. It was only due to a
stroke of luck that I found the first coin. I accidentally bumped into an old
clock and the coin, that stood upright against the clock-face, fell down. I had
picked it up before Mistress even knew what was going on. I gave her a smug
look when I showed her, though that was probably not visible due to my gag.
Two-one for me!
We
both moved slowly through the room, parallel to one another, making sure we did
not miss anything.
We
both saw the coin at the same time. It was lying in the middle of a coffee
table. “Ah, there it is,” I heard Mistress say.
If
I could grab it first, I would win. I skittered forward, my chains jingling, as
I rushed towards the piece of gold.
Only when I was just
short of the coin did Mistress pull my leash. “Oh no, naughty girl. I saw it
first.” She did not pull me back, but did not let me move forward either. I
stumbled in my heels as I tried to get nearer, but it remained just out of reach.
Mistress
grabbed me from behind, putting her arm around me and held me tight, making our
outfits squeak as she reached for the coin. She grabbed it and held it up for
me to see. “This one is mine,” she said smugly. With her thumb she flipped the
coin into the air, caught it again and put it into her purse with the others.
I
groaned. So close... Two – two.
*************
The
last location was the old study. Rows and rows of books lined the walls. Some
were over a hundred years old, Mistress told me. Her family had been collecting
books for several centuries, but a long time ago a fire burned down this
section and everything in it. Since then, the Rosenberg had been steadily
expanding their collection again. Even Mistress did her best to add interesting
pieces to the family collection.
“Not
that I ever read a single one,” she said with a snigger. “Most fun I ever had
in this room was when I was a little girl, when my sister and I built our own
little castle with all these books. You should have seen my father's face when
he saw his first edition of Les Trois
Mousquetaires being used as a makeshift roof.“
She
pinched me in my bottom. “Well, most fun up till now, I should say. Anyway,
let's hunt some treasure.”
Mistress
started to investigate the rows of books, occasionally picking up one and
leafing through it. If Jeanne had hidden the coin inside one of the books, this
could take a while, I thought.
Mistress
kept my leash short, which annoyed me greatly. I did not have much room to move
when we started, but this was just unfair. How could I possibly find the coin
before Mistress did if she kept me so close beside her?
I
muttered an undignified expression into my gag. Mistress gave me a quick
glance, and I looked down remorsefully. She was still carrying her crop and it
did not take much for her to discipline me.
Nevertheless,
I started feeling agitated. I did not want to go to the penalty box again, but
right now I had no idea how to avoid it. I was just being dragged along by
Mistress while she was searching, waiting for the moment when she would spot
the coin.
Mistress
took out another book, looking through a couple of pages. “Vingt mille lieues sous les mers,” she said quoting the title of
the book. “I tried reading this once, but decided to just watch the movie.” She
put it back and turned to the next row.
I
glanced at the book she just held. I did not know the title, but I recognized
the author: 'Jules Verne'. Despite my current predicament I felt a bit awed to
realize that this book was printed before my grandfather was born.
That
is when I saw the coin.
It
was lying flat on another book close to the one of Jules Verne. It was shaded
by the bookshelf, so it had a dull colour that matched the yellowing pages of
the books, but it was the coin all right. Mistress had overlooked it!
I
looked at Mistress, who was inspecting another book. She had released the
tension on my leash.
I
also had a problem. I could not reach it!
Thanks
to my bonds I could move my hands only slightly upwards, about chest level. The
coin was at the same level as my eyes.
I
had to act fast. Mistress continued browsing the bookshelves, and any moment
she could pull me close to her. I had to grab that coin, now or never.
So
I did the only thing I could do; I jumped.
I
figured that in the best case, at the highpoint of my jump, I could grab the
coin directly. Otherwise I could grab the book itself and make it come down
with the coin.
Of
course, jumping while wearing high heels and a tight catsuit complicated the
issue...
I
managed to grab hold of a book, but it was the wrong one! Worse still, as I
pulled it out back on my way down, I managed to pull others out with it...
I
landed in my feet, but my left stiletto immediately tipped over, causing me to
stumble and fall. The floor was carpeted, so my landing was reasonably soft,
but now an avalanche of leather bound book rushed down at me. I squealed.
“Was
machts du?” Mistress said startled as
she witnessed my poorly conceived and ill-executed attempt.
She
walked over to me, holding the crop firmly in both hands. Her face was furious.
“What do you think you are doing, girl? This is not a playground!”
I
was lying in a supine position, my outfit making it difficult to move,
surrounded by books lying the floor. None had actually hit me. But the fright
and indignity of the situation had brought me close to tears.
“Do
you any idea how expensive some of these volumes are?” Mistress continued
wrathful as she looked down on me. She looked as tall as a mountain. “I swear
that if there is any damage on a single one, I will... Hey, what's that?”
She
picked up something from the floor, next to my leg. She held it up, light
reflecting of its gold surface.
“Well,
look at that. The final coin. I guess that means I win.” She smiled contently,
flipping the coin over her fingers before putting it away.
That
was not fair! I shouted into my gag. I saw it first, I had gotten it of the
book shelf, I should have won! I squirmed in my bonds, my shouts muffled by the
gag.
Mistress
bent over me, gently stroking my face. “Oh relax, Cheryl. I was just kidding.
Don't mind those stuffy old tomes. Who cares if they have one scratch more or
less. I have them on my e-reader anyway.”
No,
I meant the game! I shouted. I found the coin! I won!
“No
need to panic, girl. Bernadette will clean this mess up. Let's get you back on
your feet. Up now, girl.” Holding my arms, she pulled me up, both our outfits
squeaking where they touched.
“There
we go.” She wiped some dust of my behind. “You look fine. Let's get you to the
penalty box.”
Don't
take me there, I pleaded. Please, no. Mistress ignored my muffled cries.
“This
way, little lady,” Mistress spoke as she pulled my leash. I pulled back hard,
but Mistress didn't even bother looking behind her as she tugged on the chain and
forced me forward.
************
This
time I stood upright. They had attached my ankle chain to a hook on the floor
between my feet, giving me some room to move, but not much. My hands were no
longer tied to each other, instead they were locked to the frame in front of
me. One chain was connected to my collar and another was wrapped around my
corset to limit my wiggling room.
The
two maids were already waiting when we arrived at the penalty box and they
wasted no time in chaining me to this new contraption. I tried to resist when
they untied my hands, but a hard slap in my face stunned me and broke my
defiance. Nevertheless, they added a blindfold just to be safe.
“Are
you done, Ladies? Excellent. I will take it from here. Feel free to take the
next few hours off,” Mistress spoke.
“Are
you sure, Ma'am? Won't you need our assistance?” I heard Jeanne say.
“Oh,
I think I can handle one tied up little girl.” A hard crack echoed through the
room. Mistress was testing one of her whips.
“Of
course, Ma'am. We'll take out leave then. Enjoy. You too, Cheryl.” I could only
grunt.
Mistress
leaned against me, making our latex outfits squeak. Her hand went down to my
groin, where she slowly pulled down my zipper.
“I
think I'm going to make you cry with joy,” Mistress said to me.
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