Costume Solution

[krystalasbaby2017]

Interesting not what i was expecting, but very interested in seeing where our sissy maid fifi next step takes her.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

You are really pushing the right buttons with sissy maid Fifi in bondage.

I'm eager to read what happens next!

[DaraJaney]

When the last of the guests had been waved away on Tuesday afternoon, Lady Upton and Tom went back into the house.  “So the next group arrives on Thursday”, she told him.  Tom perked up.  Wednesday off!  “Tres bien Madame”, he curtsied.

“You’ll need to change the bed linen, do the dusting and hoovering and clean all of the bathrooms today”, she told him.  “Oui Madame”, Tom curtsied automatically.  But two thoughts occurred to him.  What was the rush when they had until Thursday?  And how was he going to do all that before bedtime today?

“That’s to leave tomorrow free”, she explained.  “Oui Madame”, he curtsied again.  OK.  That was an upside.  “Free to do the windows and scrub the floors”, she added.  Tom winced but curtsied again “Oui Madame”.  “I’ll give you your full instructions when you bring breakfast to me at 7am.”   â€śOui Madame”, he curtsied.  All this curtseying was getting to be a real drag but she clearly expected it.

“So run along now and get started on the beds!”  “Oui Madame” Tom curtsied and minced off towards the stairs, his cringing facial expression hidden from Lady Upton.

He knocked on the bedroom door at 7am sharp, minced across the room carrying the breakfast tray, placed it on her lap, stood back and curtsied.  “Bonjour Madame!”  Lady Upton donned her glasses and looked Tom up and down.  He stood nervously, his limp wrists hovering over the ends of his petticoats, false eyelashes fluttering.

“Turn around!”  “Oui Madame” he curtsied and turned so hurriedly his petticoats swished out.  “Really!  Those seams are not good enough!”  He felt his petticoats being lifted at the back while she inspected his knickers and tugged to straighten his frills in a couple of places.

“Sort those seams out!”  “Oui Madame”, he curtsied and minced over to the mirror.  He couldn’t see anything wrong with the seams of his fishnet stockings but he dutifully adjusted his suspender straps, returned to her bedside and turned his back to her.  “Very well.  Here is your list of tasks for today”, she handed him an A4 sheet with a closely written list of jobs.  He turned the sheet over desperately hoping it didn’t continue on the back but there was another half page.  “Oui Madame” he curtsied.

He turned to leave the room.  The message had been quite clear: standards will not be dropped today just because there were no guests around.  He performed his best mince to the door, already felt his stockings tugging a little to one side.  He cringed.  Were his seams out of line again?

The windows in the main hallway were very tall and he needed a stepladder to reach the top panes.  Needless to say, ascending and descending a stepladder was very precarious in high heels with no sight of the steps below billowing petticoats.

Tom was on the top step reaching up with his feather duster when he was startled by Lady Upton’s voice below.  “When you have done the windows you can scrub the floor!”  Tom instinctively tried to push down his petticoats but it was clearly pointless as she stood directly below him.  “Oui Madame.”  He thought the better of trying to curtsey while on the top step of the stepladder but still felt that it was all wrong.

He was on the top step at the next window when the doorbell rang.  This was the first time that had happened when no guests were due but Tom assumed it was his duty to answer it.

He carefully worked his way down the steps and minced over to the door.  Before opening it he checked in the hall mirror that his apron was straight, his petticoats unruffled and his lace hair band upright.

He opened the door.  Two men in work clothes stood outside holding tool boxes.  Tom was instantly mortified but his training took over.   â€śBonjour Messieurs!”  He wasn’t sure if a maid should curtsey to workmen but he was almost unable to speak to anyone now without curtseying so he did.

The men were speechless on being presented with a French Maid in a very short and flouncy dress, fishnet stockings and high heels, brandishing a feather duster.  Tom could see the thought occurring to them that this was a bloke in drag.

Lady Upton saved them all.  “Ah very good, I need you to look at the central heating pipes here in the hallway.”  Tom stepped back to allow the men enter.  “Carry on Fifi!” Lady Upton ordered.  “Oui Madame!” Tom curtsied and minced off towards the stepladder.  “These pipes are making a terrible noise at nighttime”, Lady Upton directed the men.

Tom really did not want to ascend the stepladder with these men about and tried to take as long as he could in getting back to work.  But it was clear that they were staying in the hallway.  Tom cringed, took a deep breath and went back up the stepladder.  He tried not to think of the view he was presenting to the men below.

They didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get their job done and Tom was on the last window when he heard “excuse me Miss Fifi!” below him.  He was sure he also heard a stifled snigger.  When he looked down the two men were diverting their gaze everywhere else in the room except looking up at the maid but he presumed that they had had a good look before calling to him.

“Oui Monsieur”, Tom replied and started to descend the steps trying not to allow his petticoats to parachute too much.  When he was back on ground level the men allowed themselves to look at the maid again.  “We’re done here but I think Lady Upton has another job for us.”  “Wait here”, Tom told them and curtsied.  He minced over to the drawing room and told Lady Upton she was wanted.  She came out and led the men down to the kitchen.
 
So Tom’s next task was scrubbing the floor.  He gave a heavy sigh as he headed to the utility room to fetch a basin, water and a scrubbing brush.  Back up in the hallway he was trying to figure out how he could scrub the floor with minimal exposure of frilly knickers.  He started by kneeling down with his back to the mirror and bending over to scrub.  He looked over his shoulder as best he could in that position to see that the full seat of his knickers was visible, framed beautifully by the lace-trimmed layers of petticoats.  There was no way to avoid it.  He just had to do the job as quickly as possible.

He was in the centre of the main hall facing the front door scrubbing away when he heard Lady Upton right behind him say “that’s everything, thank you gentlemen!”  Tom froze.  There was little doubt that they all saw everything.  He scrambled to his feet as fast as possible using the excuse of having to show the men to the front door.

When they had exited to a final curtsey from Fifi, he turned to mince back to his scrubbing brush.  Lady Upton was staring at him.  “You do realise that there is a long-handled scrubbing brush in the closet!  No need to get down on your hands and knees!”  Tom went bright red.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Oh the humiliation not once but twice in this chapter, at the end there was a long handled scrub brush...giggles, but my question is are not sissy maids suppose to clean floors on their hands and knees?

[DaraJaney]

On Thursday morning Tom had to undergo a particularly close scrutiny from Lady Upton when he brought her 7am breakfast as there were guests arriving that day.  She straightened his lace headband, fluffed up the lace trim on his apron, ensured each layer of his petticoat was separated to ensure maximum poufiness, checked his knickers and the seams on his stockings.  She made him practice his curtseys and his deportment which she felt were getting a little sloppy.

Tom was well warned that he had to be on his best game, so when the guests arrived he gave them his best curtsey and minced daintily back and forth from the cloakroom.  He had given up any thoughts of keeping his frilly knickers out of sight at this stage so duly leaned forward frequently and found that the guests enjoyed any wiggling of his bottom while doing so.

These guests seemed to particularly feed off his performance and he found himself ooh-lah-lahing and giggling and playfully slapping groping hands.  The guests started taking photographs and insisted that Fifi be included looking suitably naughty for a French Maid.  He was photographed flashing a glimpse of frilly knickers, waving his feather duster about, adjusting his stockings and putting his hand to his mouth in mock shock.  Lady Upton looked at the photos on the digital camera and asked for copies to be sent to her.

The following day Tom was sent to a bedroom on some spurious errand and presumed he was being set up again.  Sure enough when he entered the room there was a gun on the dressing table.  He dutifully went “Ooh, laa, laa” and the couple insisted they had to tie FIfi up so she wouldn’t give them away.

They tied his hands behind his back and then his ankles together.  A cloth was pushed into his mouth before it was taped over.  The lady opened the large trunk under the window.  Tom wasn’t sure he wanted to be put in that.  He genuinely groaned protest through his gag but they lifted him into the trunk.  They turned him onto his stomach and quickly hog-tied his ankles to his wrists.  The lid was dropped before he could grumble anymore and he heard them leave the room.

He didn’t like this at all.  There was no way his muffled groans would be heard outside the room.  He was unable to knock on the side of the trunk or anything.  He was completely silenced and immobilised.  He could see gaps under the lid so wasn’t worried about suffocating.

He had no idea how much time passed.  At some stage somebody came into the room.  He groaned through his gag and wriggled as much as he could but they left again.  He sighed heavily and twisted his wrists and ankles straining against his bonds but nothing was giving.

Eventually he heard them all enter the room and the lid was lifted and they all looked down on him hog-tied in the trunk amidst a flurry of petticoats but nobody seemed in a hurry to release him until his groaning grew very persistent.

He hardly had time to stretch his limbs again before he was required to carry cases downstairs, fetch the coats and wave the guests off while clutching his petticoats in the wind.

When Anna arrived, Mrs Upton was full of praise for his performances.  She said he was becoming the perfect French Maid.  This made Anna giggle and Tom blush.

“So with summer having arrived we are fully booked up for the next month and I’m confident we will continue to be for the two months after that”, Lady Upton told them.  “Great!” Anna was pleased.  “Well Tom will be happy to continue as Fifi I’m sure.”  “No way!  That’s it.  A week was more than enough!”

“You’re not turning down three months solid work my dear!” Anna said firmly.  Tom held out his petticoats and stomped “I’m not dressing like this for three months!”  “Really?” Ann asked.  “What else are you going to wear?”  She jangled her car keys pointedly and started down the steps.  “See you next weekend!”

“Wait!  No!” Tom desperately tried to follow her down the steps in his high-heels and billowing petticoats.  “Don’t worry”, Lady Upton called after him.  “I’ll get you a second uniform so you can change occasionally”, she tittered.

“You’ve finally found something you are good at!” Anna teased as she stepped into the car.  “But… but..”  Tom couldn’t believe she was leaving him there but she started up the car and pulled away.

He was stunned.  “You’d better get started on the bed linen.  Guests arriving tomorrow!”  She went back in the door.  Tom sighed as he watched the car disappear down the driveway.  A gust of wind raising his petticoats made him scamper up the steps and in the door.

[krystalasbaby2017]

nice Tom/Fifi has finally found something she is good at and on top of it can not quit the job. I wonder what further training can be coming?  Also getting the impression that Anna is in on it as well.