Jacey

[babycakes]

This story is AMAZING, Sandra B.  Totally different from anything else I've read here, or on any other similar site, but I'm compelled to read every word you write.  The story is so rich with kinks and genders I would be at a loss to describe it in a single sentence or even a paragraph.  It's just so enjoyable to read on so many levels.  Also appreciate that you've kept the updates coming with regularity.  Don't know if this is the end or just the first part but either way you've provided a highly enjoyable and entertaining read outside of any genre rut.  BRAVO!!!!  Do you publish professionally (i.e., for profit) on any of the publishing sites?  Thanks again.

[Sandra B]

Glad you're enjoying it, babycakes - I've enjoyed writing it.  I only write on this site - the best.

[krystalasbaby2017]

It will be interesting to see what is done to Andrew.  Also as a trainee "J" needs to experience some more what a submissive feels when in a session.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 23.  Beyond the Call of Duty.

The following week I had an exam on the Friday – Biology – so I had no choice but to spend the whole week revising.  I then had another the following Tuesday, the twenty-eighth, which was Chemistry, so I would be tied up at the weekend as well.  My final exam, Maths, was on the sixth of June.  Maths was my strong subject, and all I really needed to do for that, was to attempt a practice paper each day to keep my hand in. 
I stayed at Debbie’s once – Saturday night – during that whole week.  She understood the importance to me of those exams.  She didn’t put any emotional demands on me; she let me ring her when I had time, and she quietly encouraged me.  I remembered my last lot of exams, when I was with Steve, and how he resented my distraction, and took my neglect of him personally. 
I had chosen these subjects to study, largely because my careers advisor had suggested they would be the best, if at some point I wanted to apply to medical school.  Without actually saying so, he managed to give me the impression he thought it doubtful I would ever actually get into medical school, though he was obliged to point me in the appropriate direction – which simply made me all the more determined to prove him wrong.  During the last year, my belief in my abilities had waned, but I had decided I was going to do my best anyway.  I knew that, if I could get good grades, I could at least get a place at a mainstream university, which would be the first step.  Then along came Debbie, and her confidence in me and her encouragement suddenly made everything possible again.
I had told Dani how things were, that I’d be unavailable till Wednesday week, but after that, not only would I want to help out, but I’d probably need to do a few sessions to restore mental normality. Yes - working in the dungeon felt the most natural thing, now.  I had discussed this with Dani, and we had agreed that we were both the sort of people who needed a diversion from everyday life, a little spoonful of excitement or unpredictability.  And the clients, or some of them at least, were definitely unpredictable.  I want to explain what life underground, as it were, meant to me.  Don’t think I enjoyed hurting people for its own sake, or anything like that.  Well, except Steve, when I was angry with him.  But in general, quite the opposite.  Dani said she had encountered a few – a very few – dommes who got gratification from inflicting pain on their clients.  What turned me on, though, was the element of total control – not only the sense of power over another human being, the feeling of being able to make them do anything I liked, but the prior exercise of understanding them, divining their deepest yearnings, things which often they weren’t themselves aware of.  And of course, we both loved the outfits, and the power they conferred on us!  It was a treat to watch a client shrinking in awe at the sight of a pair of almost crotch-length leather thigh-boots, or a gleaming rubber catsuit!
I knew I had done well on my Biology exam.  The right questions came up, and I finished before time, and actually did something I had never done before, which was to read over what I had written!  I was more concerned about Chemistry, but all the revision paid off, and I was able to answer every question.  That was Tuesday afternoon, and as soon as I got out I headed straight off to Debbie’s.  I let myself in, and waited for her to come home.  She came in about forty minutes after me, looking anxious.
“How was it, J?”
“It was fine!  Better than fine!”
“I’m so pleased.  Want a drink?”
“Please.  And then I want you.”
We opened the wine and took it to the bedroom with us.  I was still strung up from the effort of concentration, but two large glasses calmed me down, and then I threw off the duvet and I was all over her.  Bliss!  After that we lay there for a while, just cuddling, until our needs asserted themselves again.  Then Debbie turned tail and we used our tongues to bring each other to a climax.  That was only the beginning of a long and delicious evening.  It wasn’t until about ten that we felt sated, and realised how hungry we were.  Debbie sent out for some food, which we ate in bed watching some corny film on Netflix.
“That was my idea of a perfect evening, darling,” said Debbie, between mouthfuls of Thai salad.
“Mine too, Debs.  I could happily do that every evening.”
“Oh, could you?” she laughed.  “We should try.  See who lasts the longer.”
“It’s a deal!  Let’s burn each other out before we get any older.”
“Oh, that’s OK for you to say, but I have to think about my old age.  I want something left for you when you’re fifty and I’m sixty plus!”

I stayed with Debbie the rest of the week and over the weekend.  She had a cottage on the Denton Road, small but very private, with some outbuildings and a big field at the back, where she said she used to keep her horse.  But he died the previous year, and she was deciding whether she should find another.  Dani had told me she’d met Debbie at college, when they were teenagers, and then lost touch with each other for several years.  Debbie filled in the blanks.  They’d actually had a brief affair when they were eighteen, before they went their own ways.  Then about five years ago she’d heard about Dani from one of her patients, and got in touch again, since when they’d meet up regularly.  I admit to having felt a slight twinge of jealousy at this news, but Debbie read my mind.  “Don’t worry.  That first time was our only time.  Not that I haven’t been tempted.” 
I rang my mum and told her I was with a friend.  I even gave her Debbie’s name, address and phone number, just so she'd know where I was.  She sounded curious, but she was much too diplomatic and libertarian to press me for details.  Danielle called me on the Wednesday to ask how the exams had gone so far.  She wanted to take me up on my offer, and asked when I’d be available.  I told her my last exam didn’t require much revision, and that I was free most weekdays.  Apart from anything else, I needed to earn some money.  The weekends were reserved for Debbie, though.  She said she had a new client booked on Friday morning, a youngish guy apparently, whom I could attend to.  She knew little about him.  She said for safety’s sake she would be present for at least the first half hour of the session.  She also said that Sarah had rung, wanting to speak to me.  She gave me her number, but she had said I could only call Thursday between one and three.  Sarah hadn’t said why.  Maybe she was working.  I knew she worked in a travel firm somewhere.

I telephoned just after one on Thursday.  Sarah answered immediately.
“Hi?  Miss Jacinth?”
“Hi, Sarah.  How are you?”
“Not too bad, miss.  But I wanted to talk to you in private.  This was the only time I knew Bella was going to be out.  She’s gone to lunch with a couple of her friends.”
“You’re not working today, then.”
There was a pause.
“No…  The fact is, Bella instructed me to take a week off.”
“She did?  Why?”
“I don’t know how to say this.  Michael is on holiday this week, and…and they’ve spent most of the time here in the flat, making out.”
“Oh, I see.  And you’re doing all the cleaning, washing and cooking, no doubt.  That’s a bit cheeky.”
“”Well, miss, if that was all….  But it’s more than that…”
“Yes?  What?”
“I’m being made to assist…”
“Assist in what?”
“You know, when they’re…doing it, I have to help.”
“Help?”
“Yes.  Bella bought me a nurse’s uniform last week.  Apparently it was Michael’s idea.  They make me dress up in my uniform, with a little hat and medical gloves and everything, and then I have to assist.”
“What are you expected to do, then?”
“First, they make me get each of them aroused…you know, using my mouth.  Then when they’re actually doing it, it’s my job to make sure Michael’s thing is put back into her whenever it slips out.  And then sometimes Bella wants her clitoris licked or rubbed at the same time he’s servicing her. And if she’s on top, then I have to stroke her breasts and lick her nipples.”
“What?”
“Yes, and if either of them gets tired then I have to use my mouth to satisfy the other.  And in any case, I’m now expected to clean them both up after they’re finished.  I wouldn’t mind so much if it was just Bella, but Michael as well….”
“I’m shocked.  I know men aren’t really your thing.”
“No, they’re not.  But I’m made to service him virtually every day now, often in the morning when I take them coffee.  Bella says it’s part of my training.  They get coffee for breakfast, I get a mouthful of Michael’s stuff.  She says I’ll get a taste for it.”
“And are you?”
“I don’t know.  Maybe.  But it’s not only what I have to do, it’s the frustration as well.  When I complained, she ordered me a pair of special latex panties to wear.  You know what I mean.  “There, dear,” she said, “having that inside you should help.  It has an inbuilt vibrator, but you’re not allowed to turn it on till we’ve finished.   I don’t want you getting distracted from your duties.”
“Your duties?”
“Yes.”
“So how do you feel about that?”
“Well, it’s sort of exciting, though I don’t much like having to deal with Michael.  He’s a bit too jokey for me, and he’s obviously getting a kick out of it, which I find annoying.  The worst thing is the frustration.  You know me, miss.”
I did.  No-one could accuse Sarah of being under-sexed.  It sounded like torture.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.  Bella’s told me she’s taking me to a hen party next Friday.  She goes to these things every few weeks.  It’s a bunch of girls she knows from her office, miss.  I can imagine what it’ll be like – I met a couple of them one day.  Office types.  All demure at work, but once they’ve had a few drinks….”
“Yeah.  I know what you mean.”
“So I’m a bit worried about what she has planned.  She said to me, “We must find you a nice outfit.”  I didn’t like the sound of that.  This is why I wanted to speak to you.  I was wondering, miss….I know you’re busy, but…would you be able to come at all?”
“Well yes, of course, Sarah.  I could keep an eye on you.  But I’ve not been invited.”
“That’s OK.  I asked Bella if I could bring a friend.  I was thinking of you.  She didn’t seem very pleased, but she said I could bring one, though she would want to know who it was.  I’m sure she’ll be quite happy if it’s you.”
“OK.  Get her to ring me and confirm.  I’m looking forward to it.”
“Oh, thank you Miss Jacinth, thank you so much!”

Bella rang me later that day. 
“Jacinth!  A friend of mine is having a little party next week.  Sarah is coming with me.  She’s asked if I would invite you.  I know you’re busy, so I’d quite understand if…”
“Not at all, Bella.  I’d love to come.  Where is it?  Which day?”  I wasn’t going to let on I’d already spoken to Sarah.
“Oh, that’s wonderful.”  She gave me the address and the time.
“It’s nice of you to take Sarah.  After all, you could have left her home to clean your flat!”  I laughed, pretending to be on her side.  I wanted to see what was in her mind.
“I could have, couldn’t I?  My little slave bitch!  No, I’ve got a surprise for her, don’t worry.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes.  I’m sure you’ll approve.  She’s going to be the centre of attention.”
“She is?”
“I won’t say any more.  Let’s put it this way.  Those girls can go pretty wild at these little get-togethers.  They’ve been in the office all week, bored to tears, and when they’re let out, they want to play!”
“I can imagine…”
“So I’ll see you there.  Thanks so much for agreeing to join us.”

As I put down the phone, I had mixed feelings.  I would be angry if they were cruel to Sarah.  I would take her away if necessary.  I was confident I could deal with a bunch of office girls.  But just in case, I decided to increase my daily training and strength routines for the next week.  On the other hand, I knew she craved three things: attention, humiliation, and sex - three things which I had to confess I had rather enjoyed administering   No, ‘enjoyed’ is the wrong word.  I don’t mean how you feel when you drink a glass of wine or eat a really nice meal. To be honest, I was exhilarated and sexually aroused by the way in which I was able to make her completely lose control, simply by targeting her psychological vulnerability.  I suppose a lot of people could have achieved the same end, but I felt I had a special empathy and insight.  I was beginning to understand why the profession appealed to me so much, and where my particular expertise lay.  So the prospect of the party, and the possibilities offered by the presence of an enthusiastic audience, sent a little thrill of anticipation through me.  I knew it was improper, but my imagination, unprompted, began to offer all sorts of rather indecent scenarios, making me blush despite myself.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 24.  Tailor Maid.

The very next day I was presented with an example of the less attractive aspects of the profession.  The young man whose session I was responsible for had a single need – the whip.  It became obvious even from his pre-session interview.  He seemed consumed with guilt, and openly admitted that he was there to be punished, by which he meant to be spanked, whipped, flogged, or caned.  He was quite harmless, and Dani soon relinquished control to me. He emerged from the changing room stark naked, and she softened him up with a spanking.  Even one of Dani’s spankings was not enough for him – though I had seen it reduce strong men to tears – and it was evident that my arm was in for some serious exercise.  I did try to talk to him, to use questioning and humiliation, but he was unmoved.  So I gave in to the inevitable, tied his hands together, and hauled him up on the overhead crane.  The riding whip made little impression, the cane was little better, and in the end the only thing that really tested his composure was the bullwhip.  I confess I was disappointed by his unresponsiveness to subtlety, and I ended up whipping him out of sheer annoyance until I had him begging for mercy.  When I finally let him down, his buttocks and thighs criss-crossed with red weals, and trembling with fright, he didn’t even stop to thank me, but scurried off to the changing room as fast as he could.  I hope he didn’t have a girlfriend or wife to go home to, because he would have had some explaining to do.  For me, the experience only made me more eager to attend the party, where I knew I’d be unable to resist practising my real skills on Sarah, whom I knew would respond with satisfying predictability.

When I went round to Debbie’s that evening, I asked her if she’d be interested in coming to the party with me.  I described the circ-umstances, and told her all about Sarah’s little kinks.  She was really interested, but unfortunately she had to prepare one of her clients for the next day, and she doubted she’d be free in time.  But she did ask what costume Bella had in mind for Sarah.
“Good question, Debs.  I don’t know.”
“Because you know my colleague Jayne does all the dresses, makeup, wigs and nails.  She’d be happy to help.  And she loves parties!”
“That’s very kind of you.”
“Not at all,  Jayne loves her work.  She’s a wild one.”
“Tell you what, I’ll ring Bella now, see what the plan is.”
I rang her straight away.
“Bella.  Hi.  It’s Jacey.”
“Hi!”
“I wanted to have a word about next Friday.  My friend Debbie runs a transgender clinic.  She’s has offered for her colleague, who specialises in dressing and makeup, to prepare Sarah for the party.  Would you be interested?  It’d be a proper professional job.”
“Ooh, that’s so kind of her.  Of course, I’d be very grateful, if she didn’t mind.  I was trying to decide what to do with her.  I was thinking that I might invest in that maid’s costume at last.”
“I’m sure Jayne could do something along those lines, if that’s what you’d like.”  I looked at Debbie.
“Maid?” I asked.
“With a difference,” she laughed.  “I even think she’s got something in stock.  Ask Bella for her measurements.”
“I heard that,” said Bella.  “I’ll text you later.  Thank your friend very much.  It will be really nice to have her looking her best.”

The text came through less than an hour later.  After giving Sarah’s measurements, she had added, “By the way, if you have a pair of handcuffs or something like that, could we borrow them just for the party?”  I showed it to Debbie. 
“Oh, yeah, I get the picture.”
“Yes,” I said, “but how does she expect Sarah to be a maid if she can’t use her hands?”
“Maybe she’s only a maid in name – purely entertainment value.”
“Probably.”
“But there is a way around that.  I’ll talk to Jayne about it on Monday, when I give her the measurements.”
“OK.  But I’m not supplying them with handcuffs.  They’re not feminine.  I’ll take some strong ribbon instead.”
“Good idea, J.”
We spent the rest of the weekend together.  For the first time we seriously discussed the practicalities of living together – but a lot depended on the outcome of my exams.  I had offers from several universities, some nearer than others, but I needed to get the grades.  I would know soon, anyway.

That week I was occupied with attempting old Maths papers, but Jayne rang me on Tuesday and we discussed the party.  We decided we needed to get Sarah ready in plenty of time.  Bella had given me the address – it was one of her friends’ houses – and told me we were welcome to come over any time after four, and she would meet us there with Sarah.  Jayne sounded very nice – friendly and efficient and with a good sense of humour.  There was a West Indian lilt to her voice.  We talked about Sarah’s costume.  Debbie had filled her in to some degree, and I mentioned that her mistress had something along the lines of a maid’s dress in mind. 
“I don’t know if Debbie mentioned it,” said Jayne, “but I do have something in stock that might fit the bill, with a few alterations.”
“You do?”
“Yes.  Rather like a little girl’s party dress, with a shortish skirt, a high neck, and puff sleeves.  Pink satin.  I can add some modifications.  If I add a ruff to the neck - something quite bold, maybe scarlet - a wide scarlet ribbon sash around the waist, and make her a little maid’s cap, that might meet the requirements.  What do you think?”
“Sounds great.”
“I can use some tulle to flare it out, and sew on a tiny red apron.  I want to avoid black and white – it’s a bit predictable.  And I could sew red lace around the sleeves.”
“I like the idea.  Innocent pink with a hint of passionate red.”
“Exactly, Jacinth!  I’ll paint her nails the same colour, and pink lip gloss, too.”
“I think she’ll look gorgeous, Jayne!”
“I hope so.  Now, accessories - very important.  Stockings?  Pink fishnets, I think.  Not those horrible naff things that come just over the knee.  Upper thigh.  Hold-ups.  Pink panties, very stretchy.  Maybe spandex.  And listen, do you know what I have here in her size?”
“What”
“Ballet boots.  Really sexy!  Pink vinyl, short calf length, with an adjustable curb chain and clip.  Actually they were specially made for one of Dani’s clients, but she never wore them.  You can limit the length of her stride, depending on how short you make the chain, or if you want her stationary, you can simply clip them together.”
“Oh, god, that sounds perfect!  I’d like some myself for my clients.”
“That can be arranged.  But do you think she’ll be able to cope with them?  They’re going to increase her height by about eight inches.  Not everybody can wear them.”
“Oh, she’ll manage, I think.  She’s quite athletic and I know she likes dancing, so she must have good balance.  We could always bring a substitute just in case she can’t cope, but they sound amazing.”
Yes, I was thinking, they do - and she’s not very tall, so they’ll make her more, how can I put it?   Accessible.
“Can we meet up a couple of hours before the party starts?  It’ll take a while to get her dressed and do her makeup.”
“We can be there any time after four.  Is that OK for you?”
“No problem.  I’m not working that afternoon.  Can you text me the address?”
“I’ll do it now.  Look forward to meeting you.”
“Me too.  Debbie’s always talking about you.”
“Telling you what a bitch I am?”
She laughed.  “Something like that.  See you Friday, J.”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 25.  Costume Party.

I put the party out of my mind until Friday.  I did some more practice that morning, but after lunch I concentrated on finding something to wear.  I had noticed that, since my apprenticeship had begun, I had lost interest in dresses completely.  In any case, I didn’t necessarily want to be identified with Bella’s office friends, so I got out my new leather pants, my leather jacket, (both bought with my earnings at Dani’s), and a plain white man’s shirt.  I was going to feel comfortable, I decided – probably the opposite to how Sarah would be feeling – but I would enjoy the contrast of styles.  I retrieved my favourite ankle-boots from the back of the wardrobe, and selected a handbag – not that I would have bothered with one, had I not had a couple of little extra accessories for Sarah.  By three-thirty I was ready.  My cab arrived just after, and I got to the house just on four.  I hadn’t been to a party for months, and as I knocked at the door I felt the slightest flutter of butterflies in my tummy!
The door was opened by a woman in her mid-twenties with a wavy, layered hairstyle with highlights.  Sort of what I’d expected.  I smiled.  “Hi.  I’m Jacey.”  I was looking at her face, but taking in the over-the-top party gear and high-heeled red sandals too.
“Hi, Jacey!  Come in darlin’.  You’re Bella’s friend, right?”
“Well, yes, but we’ve only known each other a few days.  And we’ve never met.  We know each other through Sarah.”
She showed me down a wallpapered corridor hung with indescribable pictures.
“Ooh, yes.  I can’t wait to see Sarah.  They should be here any minute.  I hear she’s…..like Bella’s maid or somethink.”
“I believe so, yes.”
Suddenly she stopped dead.
“Oh, my god.  Sorry.  I’ve just realised.  Are you…?”
“Sarah’s my client, yes.”
She stared at me with unashamed amazement.
“You’re very young, dear…”
I don’t think she meant to patronise me, but I was stung into replying,
“Well, maybe younger than you…I’m sorry, I don’t know your name…but I’m good at my job.”
“I’m sorry, dear,” she replied, a little flustered, “I didn’t mean it like that.  I just didn’t expect…  Well, anyway, I’m Kitty.  It’s my turn to throw the party this time.  We all take it in turns, see?  Keeps life interestin'.”
She showed me into the lounge.  There were two other women there, both from a similar mould.  They both looked me up and down unsmilingly.  It wasn’t exactly welcoming.  Kitty introduced me.
“Girls, this is Jacey.  Jacey, this is Sam and Tracey.”  They both nodded, forced smiles, and went back to chatting to each other.
“She’s… a dominatrix…” added Kitty, in a stage whisper, as if I couldn’t hear.
That made them sit up and take notice.
“What?” said Tracey.  “You ain’t!”
“You’re joking, Kit,” said Sam, incredulous.
“Well I’m not going to demonstrate on you, girls,” I said sarcastically, “so you can relax.”
That seemed to take the wind out of their sails, because for a moment neither of them was able to speak, which, if I judged them correctly, was not normally one of their failings.
“You look like you’re still at school, dear,” remarked Tracey, derisively.
“I am.  What do you do?”
“I’m an office manager,” she smirked.
“How exciting.”
This pleasant conversation was fortunately interrupted by the arrival of Bella and Jane.  I recognised Bella from our video call, though she was shorter than I had imagined.  She had Sarah on a leash – literally – a pink leather leash, attached to a pink leather collar.  I wasn’t sure how I felt about her yet.  She had a glint in her eye which could have been mischief, or pure evil.  At least she was smiling.  Anyway, she was a definite improvement on the others.  I gave Sarah a hug, and Bella a peck on the cheek.
“Girls,” she said, looking around, “I’ve brought your maid for the evening.  Meet Sarah!”
Sarah, dressed for the moment at least in unostentatious jeans and T-shirt, glanced quickly at the so-called “girls”, then lowered those big doe-eyes and looked at the floor.
“How sweet!” sneered Sam, maliciously. “I hope she has her little maid’s uniform with her.”
“It’s on its way, isn’t it, Miss Jacinth?”
“I hope so.”
“Maybe this is it,” said Kitty, in response to another knock. 
A minute later, in walked a tall black woman with a mop of frizzy hair and a huge smile on her face.  She came straight over to me and hugged me.
“Jacey!  Debbie’s told me all about you.  So lovely to meet you!  And this must be Sarah.  Don’t worry, I’ve got all your stuff here.” 
She indicated a large suitcase she was pulling behind her.
“It’s not that much, but I didn’t want to spoil it by packing it in tight.”
“Jayne, this is Tracey and Sam”, began Kitty, “they’re…”
Jayne cut her off.
“Hi, you two.  Excuse us, won’t you?  I need to get started on Sarah.  Kitty, Bella said you have a bedroom I can use.”
“Oh, er, yes, let me show you the way..”
“Sarah?  Jacey? Coming.?”
Bella looked as though she was about to follow, leading Sarah, but Jayne was having none of that.  She blocked Bella’s way and held out her hand for the leash.
“We’ll surprise you, Bella,” she remarked, dismissing her with a look.  Bella handed over the leash, with a sour face, and we followed Kitty to a room just off the corridor, with a double bed and a relentlessly pink colour scheme.
“Thanks, Kitty,” smiled Jayne, shutting the door in her face.  She looked around, and made a face.   “Ugh.  I used to like pink.  Now I’m not so sure.  How could you ever get to sleep in here?  Look,” she added, opening a side door, “even the bathroom’s bloody pink!”
A smile even fleeted across Sarah’s rather worried face.  I took her hand.
“Don’t fret, Sarah.  We’ll make sure you don’t come to any harm.  Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself a little bit.  I doubt if they’ll hand out anything as extreme as you get at Dani’s.”
“Thanks, miss.  Yes, I suppose that’s true.”
“So how is it at Bella’s?”
“It’s OK, miss.  She’s not the most insightful type of person, but on the other hand she’s slowly finding out how to tease me the most.  She's had the odd friend or two around for coffee or drinks, which I must admit I found exciting.  I like the feeling of being stared at and mocked by strangers.  They’re not necessarily nice people – they can be quite cruel in fact -  but in any case I get very hot and frustrated.  She makes the best of my wardrobe, though it isn’t very extensive.  She’s promised to buy me a maid’s costume next week.”
“Well, she won’t need to now.  You can take this one with you.  It’s a little gift from me.”
“Really, miss?  Oh, thank you so much!  Is it pretty?”
“Jayne?  Is it?”
Jayne smiled a big smile.  “See what you think, Sarah.”  She lifted the case onto the bed, and opened it up.  She lifted out Sarah’s pink and scarlet dress, the skirt springing back into shape as she did so.  Sarah gasped with delight.
“It’s beautiful!  Do you think it’ll fit me?”
“It should.  I altered it to your measurements.”
Sarah ran her hand over the crisp, shimmering satin. 
“I love it.  I love the colours.  So original.”
“I’m pleased,” said Jayne.  “But we’ve got a lot to do first.  The dress will come last.  First, I need to do your hair, your make-up, and your nails.”
“Ooh,” gurgled Sarah, happily, “this is so exciting.  It feels like it’s my birthday.”
“Well, Sarah,” I said, you will be the centre of attention.  So you can pretend it is.”

Jayne got to work.  She took Sarah into the bathroom and washed her hair, applying  lighteners and tints, and then used curlers sparingly to add a few ringlets.  This was actually the longest part of the operation; it must have taken a good hour until Jayne was satisfied.  We heard one more guest arrive, but the party wasn’t scheduled to begin until six thirty, so there was plenty of time.  Next she turned to Sarah’s nails.  It was an education to watch her.  She glued on false nails, already pink, then, with practised skill,  hand-painted a little red bird design on each one.  Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself.
“This is amazing, Jayne.  I wish I had you to dress me every day.  I’ve never been much good at this sort of stuff myself.”
“Well, darling, you can learn all this for yourself, you know, if you want to.  Tell you what, when I next have a free day, come along to the clinic and we’ll go through everything.  I’ll teach you all the secrets.”
“Would you?  That would be amazing!”
“No problem.  Now, what’s the time?  Quarter to six.  OK, makeup next, and then we can dress you.”
She applied foundation, a hint of pink blusher, mascara, some subtle pink eyeshadow, and very bright pink lip gloss.  She replaced Sarah’s little gold earrings with neon pink plastic peardrops.
At last it was time for the dress.  I could see Sarah was itching to get into it.  She stripped off, and Jayne gave her the pink spandex panties to put on.  She had also brought a lightweight pink bra with a little padding.  Sarah had quite small breasts, and Jayne said it would improve her shape in the dress.  So finally, the dress itself.  It fitted perfectly – of course.  Jayne zipped her up and turned her to the mirror.
“Oh, it’s beautiful!” she squealed.
“You are beautiful,” I corrected her.
She did look quite something.  Even without the stockings and boots she was going to turn heads all right.  The padded bra did its job, giving her prominent, rather pointy, breasts, just enough to fill the satin bodice nicely.  That, together with the scarlet ruff – a satin band with frills either side – and the matching sash and apron, did just what was intended: to spice the innocent pink with sex.  There was no compromise, no white anywhere.  Even the lace trimmings on the little puff sleeves were red.  The crisp little skirt, supported on a layer of tulle, bounced slightly as she paraded up and down the bedroom, occasionally allowing a little flash of panties.
“What do you think?”
“I think you’d better be careful in there,” I laughed.
Jayne kept Sarah standing while she helped her on with her stockings.  They came up just to the hem of the skirt.
“They’re good hold-ups,” she said.  “These ones don’t slip down,  They’ve got special grippy material on the inside.”
“Now,” she went on, “I don’t know if you’re going to be able to cope with these…”
She produced the ballet boots from a box.
“What do you think?”
Sarah’s mouth fell open.  She was speechless.
“You’d need to have good balance.  But I thought, with the rest of the outfit…”
“Are you joking?  Of course I’m going wear them.  They’re…f***ing amazing.”
She took one from Jayne, stroking the glossy pink vinyl.  Then she looked at the other one.
“Oh.  This little chain…it’s missing from the other one.”
“It’s not decorative, Sarah,” I chipped in.  “It’s there to slow you down….in case you feel like running away.”
“Oh.  Oh, I see.”  Her face flushed up.  “And this little clip thing…?”
“That will keep you in one place, if necessary.”
“Oh.  I won’t run away.  I promise.”
“So let’s try them, shall we?” said Jayne, kneeling down in front of her.  Sarah slipped her feet in, and Jayne secured the three silver buckles on each boot.  I stood behind her and put my arms around her as support, or she would have had to balance on one leg.  Jayne stood up.  Sarah was suddenly taller.
“How do they feel?”
“Amazingly, they’re really comfy.”
“Try walking.”
She clip-clopped up and down without the slightest difficulty.
“I used to wear very high heels when I was a teenager,” she said, “and I used to dance in them.  Nothing quite like this, of course, but I’m used to it.  I love them!”
Jayne and I looked at each other. 
“I think you can mark that down as a success, Jayne,” I said.
She smiled.  “I’ll just pin on her little maid’s headpiece…there!  And  there’s one more thing.  I think your mistress has plans to tie your hands.”
“She does?” said Sarah, startled.
“Yes.  Which wouldn’t allow you to fulfil your maidly duties of serving the guests.  So I’ve brought you this.”
From the bottom of the case she brought out a little oblong pink plastic tray with one concave side, with a pink leather belt attached.
“Let’s try it on.”
Jayne buckled the belt on, so the tray fitted neatly onto Sarah’s waist.  It had a raised edge, and the two leading corners were pierced.  Jayne tied the end of a red ribbon to one side, threw it over Sarah’s neck, and attached the other size so the tray was level.
“There.  Now you can serve drinks hands-free!”
“Yes Sarah,” I added, “and I’ve brought some nice silky red ribbon to tie your hands.  What’s the time?  Twenty past six?  It’s almost time for you to make your appearance.  Here, turn around and I’ll do it now.”
Obediently she turned her back to me.  I tied a short length of ribbon around each wrist, not too tight, but knotted so they wouldn’t come off.  Then I linked them together with another piece, allowing a few inches of leeway between her wrists, and tied it in a bow.
“I think you’re all ready, Sarah.”
At that moment there was a soft knock at the door.
“It’s Kitty.  Everyone’s here, if you’re ready.”
“Just coming,” I replied.  “Ready, Sarah?”
“Yes, miss, I suppose so,” she replied, breathlessly.  “Just a little nervous, that’s all.”
“You’ll be fine.”  I knelt down and connected the curb chain on her boots, at full length.  “Let’s go, then.”
I opened the door and ushered her out.  At the end of the corridor we could hear a hubbub of voices and laughing.  Sarah trotted towards it, her tall heels clicking on the floorboards.  Jayne winked at me and gave my hand a squeeze.
“She’s on!”

[krystalasbaby2017]

Oh i can't wait too see what the ladies have in store for the little maid.