Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Chapter 1. Suspicion
My relationship with Steve had never been that great. We’d been going out for over two years, since we were fifteen, but I’d always had this feeling that he was only partly with me, if you know what I mean. He seemed unsatisfied in some way, but he would never say what was on his mind. I’m Jacinth, by the way – yeah, I know it’s a bit of a crap name, but it’s a gemstone, and a nice one. My mum told me that I was conceived the same day as my dad gave her a brooch with a jacinth stone in it. That’s the only reason. I don’t like it much. I think I’ll change it when I’m older. My friends just call me “J” mostly, or “Jacey” sometimes. But to get back to my story. So I really liked Steve, but even after all that time I wasn’t sure what he felt about me. Not really. It wasn’t that he looked at other women – well, not exactly. He did look at certain types, or women dressed in certain ways. I think he really liked bossy women – he always seemed to melt slightly – I don’t know how else to describe it - when we were out with my friend Sam and her bloke. Sam’s tall and assertive and always has an opinion. Her bloke’s a bit of a wimp, I’ve always thought. So I began to think I wasn’t the right type for him. Sex was good – though he always wanted me to take the lead, which I’m quite happy to do, anyway! So there was this day, when we were together at my house, watching some stuff on TV, and he got a text. He had his phone volume turned right down, but I heard it, though I pretended not to. Then almost immediately he left the room, informing me he was going to the toilet. That made me suspicious. He wasn’t the sort of guy who would mention that to excuse himself. No. He’d just go. So I knew at once he was hiding something.
We had a few drinks that evening, with my mum, who likes a glass of wine – or two – every now and then. She liked Steve. She allowed us to sleep together in the house, which I thought was nice. I felt accepted by her, and completely at ease. She was nice – unpretentious but interesting, and when she’d had a few, very good fun. So I had sort of planned to sneak a peek at his phone after we’d gone to bed, but it turned out I didn’t have to wait that long. He fell asleep in the armchair, with his phone on the carpet next to him. I sneaked it out into the kitchen. I knew his passcode, though he didn’t know I knew. I soon found the text: “Friday 10 am. D.” and a postcode. I made a note of the number and replaced the phone. Now what? On Friday he’d told me he had a meeting at work all the morning, so he’d be uncontactable till lunchtime. That was now revealed as a lie concocted to cover this assignation. I felt miserable and worried. I didn’t want to confront him with it, partly because I didn’t want to face the truth, partly because I’m not the possessive type. I sort of believe in freedom in relationships. A person can’t help their feelings. I didn’t want him to be in emotional prison. But I cried silently half the night. Steve didn’t notice. He must have had a bottle of red wine at least, so he was well out of it.
This was on the Tuesday. I didn’t feel any better on the Wednesday. I skipped school. I rang up and said I was sick. Which was literally true. It’s pretty laid back in the upper sixth, anyway. We’re supposed to get on with things by ourselves. I’m at college. I want to get good A-levels and go to uni. Steve left school at fifteen and works for a local engineering company, who are paying for him to get proper qualifications. We’re both happy in what we’re doing. We got along okay. Till that Tuesday.
I didn’t know what to do. I spent the morning tearing myself apart. Then I texted my friend Sarah at college, and arranged to meet her that evening. We met up in the pub and had a couple of drinks. She was absolutely no help at all. She just told me to ditch him and move on. She was like that with men. For her, they were disposable. One was very much like another. They should be judged by two criteria, money and appearance. So that was no good. I left her in the pub and went for a walk. Then I remembered Steve’s older sister, Madeline. She lived an independent life. She worked for some big legal firm and had her own flat. I had never had much to do with her, but she always struck me as a rare combination of intelligence and empathy. I called her.
“Madeline? Hi, this is Jacinth. Hi. I was wondering… I have a problem, and I just need someone to talk to. Could I sometime….?”
“Sure, J. Come over. Now, if you want.” She must have heard the desperation in my voice.
“Really? Thank you so much. Actually, I’m only ten minutes away, if….”
“See you soon, then. I’ll open a bottle.”
Now that’s what I call a friend! Fifteen minutes later I was sitting on her sofa drinking a glass of iced Sauvignon Blanc and pouring out my woes.
“I know this is not your problem, Maddy. I’m sorry. I just needed someone to talk to. It was stupid to bother you, you being his sister an all…” The tears were streaming down my face. Madeline put her arm round me.
“No bother, J. Sounds like he’s being a bit of a twat to me. He can be, you know. Yes, he’s my brother, and in general he’s not a bad bloke, but sometimes…”
“It’s so good of you to be so objective about it.”
“Not really. It’s easier to be objective about your sibling, or anyone in your family. You didn’t choose them, after all. They were imposed on you by fate.”
I laughed. “But I don’t know what I should do next…”
“Have you got that number?”
“Yes. Right here.”
“Ring “D”. Maybe it’s another bloke!”
“What?”
“Well, you never know,” she grinned. “Stranger things….”
“Should I?”
“Why not? See who it is. If it’s another woman, you can talk to her, see what’s going on – if anything. Warn her off, if you like. Or dump him. But at least you’ll know. Go on. Put it on speaker. I’m interested too.”
With great trepidation I laid my phone on the table, took a big swig of wine, and dialled the number. It was answered almost at once.
“Hello? Can I help you.” A woman’s voice. I plucked up courage.
“Is that… D?”
“Yes. Danielle. To whom am I speaking?”
She sounded very confident. I started stammering.
“I…I.. my name’s Jacey. I…found a text from you on my boyfriend’s phone. Look, I’m sorry, I don’t want to have a fight. I’d just like to know if he’s about to dump me, that’s all. Please tell me and I’ll get off the line.”
There was a long pause.
“I shouldn’t be discussing this with you at all, but…what’s his name?”
“You don’t know?”
“My dear, there are so many…”
“Really!” I retorted, slightly annoyed, and added sarcastically, “well, it’s nice to know he's only one of many!”
“Name?”
“Steve. Friday, 10 am, you wrote.”
“Ah, yes. His first time. Don’t you know who I am…Jacey?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“Ah. I’m a professional dominatrix. Steve has booked an hour and a half session. We haven’t yet discussed his requirements. I don’t do sex, if that’s what you’re worried about. Does that help?”
I was speechless. Madeline had collapsed on the floor, helpless with stifled mirth. There was nothing else to be said.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. I’m so sorry to have troubled you.”
“No problem darling. You can always get me if… you know.”
“Thank you.” I ended the call.
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Chapter 2. Risky Business.
Madeline stopped laughing and stared at me for a moment. Then she was off again.
“Oh, my god. I don’t believe it! I had no idea he was….like that!”
I wasn’t feeling so amused. “Why didn’t he ever say something to me? I’m supposed to be his girlfriend. His partner. He’s supposed to confide in me!”
“Well, J, I guess he was just too embarrassed.” She became more thoughtful. “So what are you going to do? Are you going to let him keep that appointment?”
“I’d like to, if I could be the domme. I’d give him what for!”
”But seriously. I mean, you could just overlook it. He must want it badly. It isn’t sex, after all. She said that, didn’t she?”
“I don’t even care about the session. I’m just angry he’s prepared to deceive me so easily. I don’t feel I can trust him any more.”
“I understand, J. But he’s obviously so paranoid that he couldn’t tell you – or anyone. I think it’s hilarious. I’d love to be a fly on the wall of her dungeon.”
“Do you think she has a dungeon?”
“Course. They all do. Couldn’t operate without it.”
“I’ve got the postcode too. I guess he’ll go there and then make contact.”
“Hmm. We could lie in wait for him.”
“And do what?”
“Yeah, all you could do would be to confront him, and watch him squirming. No, let him go. Maybe Danielle will give him hell.”
“I hope she thrashes him till he bleeds!”
“Ooh, that’s not nice, J. Not nice at all. Sounds like you’d make quite a good domme yourself.”
“I wish I could be Danielle, just for that morning.”
“Maybe you could. Maybe she’d let you take over.”
“Don’t be silly, Maddy.”
“She might. Why don’t you ask her?”
“Are you serious?”
“Sure. What have you got to lose?”
“God, that would be so cool. To have that little bastard down on his knees. But how would it work?
“Maybe you could stand in for Danielle. Wear a mask so he wouldn’t know it was you.”
“No. She wouldn’t agree. I’m sure it would be against the dominatrix’s code of ethics.”
“Ask her. Go on, just do it for me. I’m finding the idea quite exciting.”
“Okay. Sod it. I will.”
So I called Danielle again.
“Hi. It’s me again. Jacey. Sorry to call you again, but I wanted to ask something.”
“Go ahead.”
“Is there any way…any way I could stand in for you on Friday. I’d like to punish him for his duplicity. I want to punish him myself for being such a bastard.”
There was a long silence.
“You must know the answer. My clients rely on me to be absolutely trustworthy. Many of them are taking a risk coming to me. I’ve already gone further than I should, merely admitting he had an appointment.”
“No you haven’t. I knew that anyway. All you did was to confirm it.”
“Well that’s the end of it. If my colleagues heard about this, I’d be in trouble. Completely discredited.”
“I’ve got an idea,” chipped in Maddy,
“Who’s that?”
“That’s my friend, Maddy. Steve’s brother.”
No reply.
“This is my idea, Danielle. Jacey and I will book the next session after Steve's. Is it free?”
“It is….,” said Danielle, slowly.
“You run over a bit, and we’ll appear, your next clients. He’ll be in shock. It won’t be unethical. We’ll simply come in without being invited.”
“Then what?”
“Then we’ll shame him into doing what we want. We’ll be the bosses then.”
“No. It’s my dungeon. I’m in charge. You’re not coming in and taking over. Forget it.”
“Okay. We understand. It wouldn’t be right, I can see that.”
“The idea of a session with you two is quite tempting, though. You know, most of my clients are middle-aged men. A few women, but not many. Women are much more fun. And they’re tougher. They don’t cry like the men. So maybe I can offer you something.”
“Yeah? What?”
“You book that next session. Both of you, mind. You give me carte blanche to do what I want. If you can shame Steve into staying, I’ll include him too – but I’m not going to stop him if he wants to leave. That’s the deal. Yes or no?”
Maddy looked at me, and I looked at Maddy. I felt frightened, but the prospect of crashing in on my idiot boyfriend was too good to miss.
“I’m up for it. Maddy?”
“Okay, I guess….”
“And one more thing. I want insurance.”
“Insurance?”
“Yes. Just in case any of you decide to blab about it. I’m going to film everything. You can have copies, but I’m holding onto one. For protection. Agreed?”
“Okay. But don’t worry. We won’t tell anyone.”
“And I want to see both of you tomorrow at my place, to go over the plan. I’ll give you the address. Tomorrow evening. Eight? Good. Oh, and you’ll need to pay me. Cash please, as this is a bit out of the ordinary.”
“Agreed, Danielle. See you tomorrow.”
I ended the call.
We looked at each other, wide-eyed.
“What the f*** have we done, J?” asked Maddy.
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OK, I'm intrigued. Completely different story line than I'm used to on this site. Love the potential. Really so vastly different than "The Innocent". Can't wait for further developments.
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Chapter 3. Danielle.
I went back to Steve’s that evening. He called me while I was on the bus, wanting to know where I was.
“Oh, guess what? I ran into your sister in town. We went for a coffee. She asked me to come to dinner tomorrow evening and catch up a bit. Hope that’s okay?”
“Sure. How is she? I haven’t seen her myself for a few weeks.”
“She’s fine. Sounds like things are going well at work. We’re going to have a girlie evening, so I won’t disturb you. I’ll go back to my house after.”
“Fine. No problem.” He sounded relieved. Probably the prospect of having me at his place on the Friday morning had been worrying him. Now he was free to focus on his “meeting”.
I went straight round to Maddy’s after college. She’d given me a key in case I got there before her, which I did. Her flat was beautiful, all clean and cool and white and uncluttered. I felt a bit envious. My own house was so different. I had two younger siblings, Jeanie, who was sixteen, and Malcolm, eleven. My mum was divorced, and worked part-time. I helped out a bit, but she was already resigned to me leaving home shortly, so a lot of the upkeep devolved upon Jeanie. But the house itself was a bit chaotic, not through neglect, but because my mum hated throwing away anything, so that she had a huge collection of knick-knacks, tapestries, and soft furnishings.
I made myself a coffee and perched on a stool in the kitchen. Maddy arrived half an hour after me, sweeping into the flat with her wonted energy, and dumping her coat and her briefcase on a chair.
“J, sorry I’m a bit late.” She looked at her watch. We’ve got plenty of time, anyway. This place is only fifteen minutes’ drive from here. I had a look at it on Google maps. On the street view.”
“So did I. If it’s the house I think…”
“Yeah. It’s pretty big, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it would be…”
“Let’s have some food.”
She started preparing a light meal – mozzarella salad – and got yesterday’s bottle out of the fridge.
“We must be crazy, you know that?”
“Completely, Mads. But I was thinking. Depending on what happens this evening, there’s still time to chicken out.”
“Yes, absolutely. I’m going to reserve judgement, but I’d have no compunction telling this Danielle woman to get lost. So we have nothing to worry about.”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing at all.”
We arrived at our destination about ten to eight. It was indeed the big house we had suspected. We drove into the gravel forecourt, and Maddy turned off the engine. We had an idea that it wouldn’t be appreciated for us to knock at the door before our appointment, so we sat there and took in our surroundings. The house was Victorian, red brick, and huge.
“And I bet it goes back a long way,” said Maddy. “I know these places.”
I looked at her. She had tied back her blonde pair in a ponytail, which was unusual. I guessed she was trying to look her most formidable. She was quite tall, in any case. Taller than me and prettier, with her fine features and nice figure. I’m just below average height, my hair is straight and mousey, and my mouth has a tendency to pout if I don’t like something. I look younger than my age, which is a problem, as anyone like that will tell you. You get continually patronised by men and belittled by women. When you meet someone who treats you as an equal you feel insanely grateful. Anyway, we sat there looking around. Apart from the street entrance, the whole place was surrounded by tall, thick hedges. Very nice and private. There was a single car parked in front of the house, something white and nondescript. Sorry, I don’t take much interest in cars – not like Steve, who’s enthusiastic to the point of being boring, even though he doesn’t have one yet.
At eight on the dot we walked up the front steps and rang at the bell. The door was answered almost at once by a rather pretty maid in full maid’s attire. We were not surprised. She was slight and dark-skinned and serious, and bowed slightly as she showed us in. She led us down a corridor hung with framed prints – I think they were of erotic scenes – and showed us into a light, sparsely-furnished room with a shining polished wood floor, in the middle of which three luxurious-looking armchairs were arranged around a coffee-table. In the nearest, with her back to us, sat a figure with red hair.
“Your guests, madam.”
“Thank you, Riccardo.”
Startled, I looked around at the maid as she retreated. Was it a man? I stared at Maddy. She grinned, and shrugged her shoulders.
“Come in ladies. Take a seat. Have a drink.” Her voice was clipped and cultured.
She didn’t get up, or turn around. We approached her gingerly, and took our seats facing her, with our backs to the window.
“I’m Danielle. I assume you are Jacey” - she indicated me with a slight movement of her head - “and you are the friend…”
“Madeline,” Maddy offered deferentially. I looked at her. She seemed to have been suddenly bereft of her usual confidence. I also felt a sort of helplessness under Danielle’s steady gaze.
Danielle was, I would guess, in her late twenties. She had beautiful straight strikingly red hair. I had no doubt it was her own. Her eyes were green, and almost mesmeric. I couldn’t be sure if they were natural, or if she was wearing contacts. She had full lips, very red against her white cheeks. She had a permanent half-smile on her face. You couldn’t tell if she was smiling at you or at some internal thought. She wasn’t at all what I was expecting. She was quite slight, for one thing. No taller than me, I guessed, and with an exquisite figure. She wore a tight sleeveless green top, a tight brick-red skirt, and black court shoes. She looked like a business woman – which I suppose she was – but she could have been a model, though not in the conventional mode, certainly. Her arms fascinated me. They were slim, but when she moved them you could see the muscles flexing. I guessed that that came from regular training, but also regular use. She wore little black kid gloves which fitted her small hands perfectly. I think we were both a little overawed, and certainly physically attracted. I guessed Maddy’s option of telling her to “get lost” had been abandoned as soon as we sat down. Neither of us spoke. We waited for her to open the conversation. She got straight to the point.
“Now, ladies. If we are going to do this – and until I hear what you have to say, I make no promises – if we are going to do this, I will insist on certain conditions. There must be no hint, not the slightest suspicion, of collusion between us. It has got to look as if you planned the whole thing without my knowledge. And he must never know the truth. Do you agree?”
We both concurred vigorously.
“If this condition is ever broken, you will both pay a price. I hope you fully understand that.”
“Danielle,” Maddy replied, “it’s no less in our interests than yours. Please be assured we will abide by all your conditions.”
Danielle looked at her for a moment. I saw a muscle in her arm flex. She composed herself.
“If this interview reaches a satisfactory conclusion,” she said, quietly, “you will both be my clients. My clients, you understand? Not my business partners, or my friends, but my clients. So you will please address me as “madam” or even “miss”. But not by my name.”
“I’m sorry, madam.”
“This Steve is arriving at ten. We will spend fifteen minutes discussing his…preferences. I think I can say I have a large range of…accessories. The session is scheduled to end at eleven-thirty. There is a clock downstairs. I will make sure it is fifteen minutes slow. He will not notice when I take him down. He will have other things on his mind. But we will in effect overrun our time. You will be booked in for twelve, but you are allowed to arrive fifteen minutes early. You will come straight down to the basement and catch him. You will explain then and there that you discovered the text, and that you arranged to have the next session. I will evince total ignorance of the plot. I had no idea you had any relationship with him.”
“Agreed. Madam,” I put in.
“When the initial recriminations are over, I will point out to you two that you have booked a session and you must now honour the booking. You will protest, but I will insist. It’s the rules. Otherwise everyone would be chickening out at the last minute. You, Jacey, will ask that Steve be included. His punishment for lying to you. He may protest, but I’m confident he’ll have no choice. I’ll make sure he’s suitably compromised when you arrive.”
“Thank you, madam. And then…”
“Then we have our session. My final conditions are that I alone will decide the course it will take, and that both sessions be recorded. I will email you with copies the following day, or you can come and collect them.” She flexed her muscles again. “I think I can guarantee that Steve’s will provide you with all the leverage you need to keep him in line in the future. Any questions?”
My heart was beating fast. “I was just wondering what…what sort of things…”
“It’s your first time. I hope it won’t be your last, of course. So I will do my best to make the experience…worthwhile.”
“Madam. I want…”
“Yes?”
“I want Steve to be punished. Properly. Not in his session, so much. I want to be there to see it.”
Danielle looked at me with interest. “I’ll bear that in mind. Now, all that remains is for me to show you around, so you’ll know where to go, and, of course, to collect my fee…”
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Yes totally different so far for this site, but it has also caught my attention. I love to see where you plan on taking this story.
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Sandra B,
I'm really liking this story.
I'm really intrigued with Riccardo the maid and can just image myself as the sissy maid.
I wonder if Steve is going to end up as the sissy servant of sister Madeline and girlfriend Jacinth, or as their adult baby, wearing a diaper like I am now?
I read your other story first and now that I caught up with this one, my diaper is wetter.
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Chapter 4. The Dungeon
We drew up outside the big house at eleven-forty. The door was opened by Riccardo, who ushered us past the main staircase and along the same corridor as before. I felt excited but a little tense. Danielle had told us we’d be shown into what she had referred to as her “basement”, and had warned us to descend as quietly as we could, if we wanted to surprise Steve.
“The staircase has a bend and a landing at halfway. Make your way down to that landing, and you’ll be able to look down without being seen. I can’t promise you anything definite – one never knows how these sessions play out, at least, the first time. Some of them can’t wait to escape. But I’ll do my best to detain him,” she’d said.
The house indeed went back a long way. The corridor did a sharp left turn, at which point I saw through an open door a light, airy lounge, and a long garden beyond. At the end of the corridor, there was a large kitchen to our right, and in front of us another staircase going up to the first floor. Underneath the staircase was what looked like a broom cupboard, with a plank door. But when Riccardo opened this door there was a small lobby, and a larger, padded door on the left. This was slightly ajar, and we could hear the murmur of voices. Placing his finger on his lips, Riccardo opened the door just wide enough for us to squeeze through one by one. We found ourselves in almost total darkness.
“Be careful of the stairs,” Riccardo whispered. I heard him close and lock the door behind us. But as our eyes got used to the dim light, we found ourselves standing on a thickly carpeted landing, with a flight of stairs, also carpeted, leading downwards to where a faint, flickering light could be seen reflected on the wall. There was a row of tiny, dim LEDs at ankle level each side of the staircase, so you wouldn’t miss your footing. It felt like being in a cinema corridor. I stifled a nervous laugh. We looked at each other. Madeline gave me a gentle push to encourage me to descend. I crept down until I was standing on the last step before the lower landing, and Madeline was one step behind me. I could hear Danielle’s voice. She sounded as if she was losing her patience. She seemed to be asking questions, but not getting any answers. Cautiously, I peered around the corner.
The basement, or cellar, or dungeon, was cavernous, and the upper part of it in total darkness. But against the far wall, two gigantic candles were flickering, held aloft on tall stands, like those used in churches. They illuminated only a small area of the basement, but the light reflected off all sorts of things in the darkness: rows of shiny sinuous leather whips hanging from the walls, the edges of metal stands and frames, metal poles, and in a far corner, what looked like a row of vertical bars. I took this all in in an instant, but it was the scene between the candles that riveted my attention. A high-backed wooden throne, the back surmounted with gold finials, stood on a little dais, raised on two steps. On this throne sat Danielle. She certainly looked the part. Her red lipstick had been replaced with black. She wore a high-necked sleeveless top of gleaming black latex, and tight black leather hot pants. Her fingerless leather gloves exposed black-painted nails. Across her lap rested a riding whip. Her legs were crossed, and encased in high-heeled leather boots that came half way up her thighs, which were themselves sheathed in black fishnets. She looked even more formidable than she had before. But it was the figure kneeling before her that made my jaw drop.
It was Steve – I would have recognised that cute little backside anywhere – but not as I had ever seen him. His dark hair had been replaced by a blonde page-boy wig. As far as I could make out in the dim light, he was wearing pink pantyhose, pink ankle boots, and white latex panties, with several rows of frilling across the seat. These interesting articles of clothing were accompanied by a long-sleeved pink dress of what appeared to be angora - a mini-dress, which, in his kneeling position, had ridden up almost to his waist. He appeared to be licking the toe of Danielle’s left boot with enthusiasm. I took Madeline’s hand, and led her down a couple of steps. We sat next to each other on the lower landing.
“Let’s watch the show for a minute,” I whispered in her ear. She nodded, without taking her eyes off the scene below. Danielle had seen us, and she acknowledged our presence by a slight movement of her head, which Steve was far too busy to notice.
“Now the sole, please,” she smiled, tilting her foot back. He crouched lower, but his performance seemed not to satisfy her, because she picked up the whip and gave him three hard strokes across his back, each time the flap connecting with his bottom with a crack. Steve yelped with pain and resumed his task with renewed energy.
“I said lick it, not admire it, sweetie,” she said mildly, “I can see you’re going to need a great deal more training.”
“I’m sorry, madam,” whined Steve, his head bobbing up and down as he worked.
“If you want to be my slave…”
“I do, miss, I do!”
“Then you’re going to have to be much more compliant,” she said.
I was leaning forward with disbelief, eyes popping. I gripped Maddy’s hand, and we exchanged amazed looks.
“I suppose you’d prefer to work your way up my boots, rather than down,” remarked Danielle.
“Yes, madam. Yes please!”
Steve tried to lift his head, but I could see he was wearing a studded collar which was chained to a ring in the floor in front of the throne. He could raise it enough to service Danielle’s feet, but not much further.
“Ugh! You’re disgusting. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just a randy little untrained puppy. So if you don’t want to be neutered, I suggest you concentrate on your tasks, not on my body.”
Yes, miss! I am, miss!”
She looked up at us, and indicated with a jerk of her head that we should make our appearance. We jumped up and skipped down the stairs. Danielle played her part well.
“What? How dare you come into my private chamber! Who are you? Where’s Riccardo?”
“We’re your twelve o’clock appointment,” said Maddy. “I’m sorry, we couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Get out at once! I’m with another client. Can’t you see?”
Steve was trying to crane round, by the chain was preventing him. However, I could see enough of his face to see he was wearing earrings, mascara, and red lipstick. He must have recognised Maddy’s voice, and he certainly recognised mine.
“Hello, Steve. How’s the meeting going?”
“Jacey? What are you doing here?” he cried in terror.
“Do you know each other?” demanded Danielle.
“I’m sorry. We do. This is my boyfriend. He told me he had a “business meeting” this morning.”
“How did you….?” Began Steve, still crouched on his knees.
“I found that text on your phone, so me and Maddy booked Madam Danielle’s next appointment. You look like you’re having fun.”
Steve pulled desperately at his chain.
“Miss, please send them away! And undo my chain!”
“You be quiet and stay where you are. So, you two. Do you intend to have a session, or are you here simply to observe this….this article?” She indicated the kneeling Steve with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Well, yes, mainly to find out what he was up to. Now we know. It’s quite an eye-opener.”
I walked over and examined Steve’s knickers. “Ooh, they are latex. And so frilly!” I pinched his bottom.
“Madam, please. Let me up.”
“Be quiet! Now girls, the rules are clear. I believe they were explained to you when you made the appointment. Once you’ve entered my domain, the session goes ahead.”
“Yes, madam. We understand. But we want him with us.”
“No! My sessions finished!”
I went and sat on the step next to his head. “Is it? Your mates at work are going to be fascinated when I tell them what you were up to this morning.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Actually, after the way you’ve behaved, I would. Madam, could I…?” I asked, producing my phone.
“Go ahead,”
Steve tried frantically to turn his head away, but with Maddy’s help I got some beautiful pictures of him.
“Now,” I mused, “I think I have a few of your buddies’ numbers here…oh, and Sam’s, too…”
“J! No, please! I’ll stay. Please let me stay!”
“Well, you’d better ask madam, not me. She’s in charge here.”
“Please madam, could I stay and have another session with my…my friends?”
Danielle feigned hesitation. Finally, she reached down and grabbed his chain, pulling at his collar until his face was red. “I’ll allow you to stay, on condition you behave yourself. No more disobedience, mind. Or I’ll have you driven into town just as you are and dumped on the street. Understand?”
“Yes, miss. Absolutely, miss!”
“Good boy,” she smiled, leaning forward and patting his cheek.
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Chapter 5. Payback.
Things couldn’t have worked out better, we thought. Maddy and I exchanged triumphant looks. We hadn’t really thought out what would follow. But Danielle wasted no time.
“Both of you. Over there by the wall. Face the wall. Right, now stay where you are.”
She disappeared into the darkness for a moment, and returned with two collars and a length of fine chain. Expertly she buckled on the collars and locked them with little padlocks. Then she threaded the chain through Maddy’s collar ring, then through a ring on the wall, and then padlocked it to my collar. We looked at each other nervously. Neither of us could move back without the other being pulled closer to the wall.
“Right. Now take off all your clothes, please.”
“What?” said Maddy. “No way!”
Danielle made no reply. Not in words, anyway. She got hold on my half of the chain and pulled until Maddy’s nose was touching the wall. Then she slipped a padlock through the links and the wall ring. She went over to the throne and picked up her whip.
“Stand aside.” She said to me.
She approached Maddy.
"No! You can’t!”
Danielle stopped. “You’re right. This will never do.” She tossed down the whip and went over to her rack. She selected a flexible leather whip about two metres long. “This will be much better, until you get your clothes off.”
As the first blow connected with Maddy’s buttocks with a loud crack, she screamed in pain. The jeans she was wearing proved no protection against such an instrument. Five more followed, in quick succession, until she was begging for mercy.
“Please! I’m sorry! I’ll do what you wanted!”
“Madam.”
“Madam! Madam. Yes. I’ll get undressed now.”
Poor Maddy was quivering with pain and fear, and there were tears in her eyes. I’d never seen her like that. All her self-assurance had evaporated. She had become like a frightened little girl.
Danielle undid the padlock she had applied to shorten Maddy's chain, and we both undressed as quickly as we could, though not without difficulty. I had a T-shirt on, but Danielle produced a pair of scissors and simply cut it off me. We stood there, stark naked, wondering what was next. Danielle left us and went over to Steve. She undid the chain from his collar, and dragged him into the semi-darkness. We could see her strapping him to something, but we weren’t sure what. Then she came back and turned on a spotlight, which revealed him bent over a sort of vaulting-horse, his ankles strapped to the base and his wrists to the side, his frilled bottom on display. He was whimpering pathetically. Once she was satisfied he was secure, she came and released me, but re-attached Maddy’s chain. She tossed me a pair of riding boots.
“Here. Put these on. The floor’s cold over there.
“What do you want me to do, Madam?”
“You said he lied to you. Well, there he is, and there” – she indicated the row of whips and paddles hanging from the wall – “there are your tools. Punish him, if you feel so inclined.”
“I, er…”
“Do you want to or not?”
“Yes, madam. It’s just…I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Well, it’s entirely up to you. I’m not going to force you. He’s new to this, so perhaps you should let him off. Because he’s a newbie, he’s had it easy today. Apart from shaving his head so the wig would glue down nicely, and giving him a little puppy training, he’s been totally pampered. So he could probably do with a reality check.”
In other words, I thought, unless I take the initiative, he’s going to get off virtually scot free. No way! I realised that Danielle was offering me the chance to get my own back. I knew I had to take it. Payback time! As I marched over to the row of whips, I felt myself inexplicably buzzing with excitement. I took down a cane pretty much at random. Danielle retreated to her throne to watch, one leg thrown over the padded arm. Maddy looked on expectantly, straining at her tether.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” I said. (I wasn’t.) “But you have to admit you deserve this. Why did you go behind my back to get satisfaction? But you’ve always been secretive. You’ve always excluded me.”
“Jacey, please. I only did it for a dare. One of my mates…”
“Liar! I watched you just now. Licking madam’s boots like a cat licking up cream!”
“But Jacey…”
Thwack! The cane connected with his frilly backside. I didn’t even hit him hard. I just wanted to see how he’d react to being chastised. I was amazed at the effect. He jerked and yelped, and began to struggle against the straps. And I had hardly touched him. I thought he must be pretending, to make me feel sorry for him. Whereas, I was feeling only annoyance. I hit him again, harder this time. He screamed and pleaded. All those years of indifference to me, and now, all at once, I was in complete control. At last he was responding, taking notice of me. I hit him a third time, as hard as I could. The result was spectacular. It must really have hurt. He jerked about, straining at the straps, screaming for mercy. I loved the feeling of total power. It was exciting. The possibilities were limitless.
“Don’t bother, Steve,” I said, scornfully. I’ve had years of your apathy, years of trying to please you, or even just get through to you. I’ve had enough. Now you’re going to find out how I really feel!”
I had considered taking down his knickers, but it amused me how the frilling quivered after each stroke, so I left them on. They didn’t seem to offer much protection, anyway. I decided to change the cane for something a little more surgical, so I went back to Danielle’s collection of floggers and chose the longest, thinnest whip I could find. I think it’s called a dressage whip. Danielle nodded with approval.
So I let him have it, across his buttocks and the tops of his thighs. When the whip connected with his bare flesh, it left a thin red weal. He was crying and pleading, but I had no mercy. I gave him twenty good hard strokes, with an interval in between each to let the pain and remorse sink in. Every time the whip connected, he bucked and howled. I feel a little ashamed to say it, but I was enjoying it, even feeling a little aroused, so much so that I had to force myself to stop. But there would be plenty of time ahead for such experiments, especially if Danielle would let me use her dungeon occasionally. I was already planning ahead. In any case, the whipping had left him sobbing and twitching pathetically, and me on a high. I hung up the whip and went over to where Maddy was chained up. She looked at me, somewhat in awe.
“You really gave it to him,” she said, admiringly. “He deserved every stroke.”
“Yes. And I enjoyed it.”
“So you’re finished with him at last.”
“Finished? Oh, no, Mads – I’m just getting started!”
“You’ll let me help, won’t you?” she asked, eagerly.
“Of course! He belongs to both of us now.”
“If you ever want a job as an assistant,” said Danielle, coming over, “you’ve got one here.”
I blushed, quite flattered.
“But don’t look too pleased with yourself just yet. There’s still over an hour left, and it’s time for you girls to have some attention, too!”
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Chapter 6. A Friend in Need.
Danielle left us and went over to Steve, who was still sobbing, though more quietly, now. Unceremoniously, she pulled down his knickers and examined the criss-cross weals on his buttocks. She fetched a pot from a cabinet and peremtorily massaged some white cream into them. Steve flinched and whined, but he looked like he knew it was for his own good. She replaced hi knickers, and unbuckled the straps holding him to the horse. He went to stand up, but she pushed him down onto all fours. She took a lead from the wall, and clipped it to his collar.
“Shall we show the girls what you learnt from your puppy training, Steve?”
“Yes, Madam,” he replied, sulkily.
Danielle turned on some more lights. Now I could see a big cage at the far end of the room, with bars like a jail, and shelves of bizarre-looking sex toys. I was fascinated. She took Steve walkies around the dungeon, encouraging him with her riding whip. At first he scampered on ahead, pulling at his lead. But at the command “heel!” he obediently fell back next to his mistress.
“No, Steve. “Heel!” Immediately Steve started licking the heel of her boot. Maddy and I were convulsed with laughter.
“Good boy,” Danielle said. Now, beg.
Steve knelt up with his hands like a dog’s paws when it begs.
“No, Steve. I mean, Beg!”
At once he started pleading not to be whipped any more. We laughed even more. He had certainly been well trained.
“Ideally, he needs a few more sessions, and some structured discipline. A chastity device helps. Keeps them in check and makes them eager to please.”
“Do you have one?” I asked.
Danielle laughed. “Oh, yes. As Riccardo can tell you to his cost. Hold on, I’ll find one in Steve’s size.”
She rummaged in a drawer. “Here we are.” Stand up, Steve, please.
Steve rose to his feet, looked alarmed. He started backing away. Danielle was having none of it.
“Stand still! Now this won’t hurt – not unless you start getting randy.”
She slid down his knickers and fitted the clear plastic device, locking the two halves together with a little key.
“There. Safe and sound. Back on all fours, puppy. The key is yours, Jacinth. Take it when you leave. Now, tell me, does he go down on you regularly?”
“I was rather shocked by her bluntness. “N-no, never, these days. I never even consider it now.”
“I see…” She looked at me reprovingly. “But he wants…”
“Oh, yes. Every time.”
“Well, then I think it’s high time he was taught not to be so selfish. If you’d like to take a seat on the throne?” I obeyed. “Thank you. Put your legs over the arms. Perfect! Now, Stevie, come with me. You’re going to show your respect for your new mistress.”
Danielle picked up his lead and led him over to where I was sitting. I was already wet with excitement. She made him kneel on the lower step, so that his face was level with my pussy.
“You know what to do. And you’d better make a good job of it…or else!” She gave him a single crack with her riding whip. It was enough. He thrust forward and buried his face between my legs.
He was clearly desperate to avoid any more punishment, and he soon had me gasping and moaning with pleasure. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Madeline watching wide-eyed, one hand between her legs. This wasn’t lost on Danielle, who, once she was satisfied Steve was doing his job properly, went over to where she was chained up, and started stroking her and pinching her breasts. After ten minutes I was having to fight off an orgasm. I had one hand on Steve’s head, but where before I had been pulling him into me, I was now holding him back. Suddenly, Danielle shouted “Stop. That’s enough!” Immediately Steve reversed, and waited for further instructions.
“Back to your kennel, and stay there till I call you.”
He scurried away and to my astonishment, disappeared into the far end of the vaulting horse. Danielle smiled at my surprise.
“Oh, yes. That’s his whipping block and his little doghouse. Now, I think you still need some attention.”
She was undoing the padlock holding Maddy’s collar to the wall. She slipped the chain out of her collar ring, and substituted a lead.
“Down on all fours, girl! Now it’s your turn.”
“What?” cried Maddy, horrified.
“You never learn, to you,” said Danielle, with a sigh. Then she pushed my friend to the ground and started to thrash her mercilessly. Maddy screamed and pleaded.
“If you want me to stop, do what you’re told for once,” spat Danielle, angrily.
“I’m going, madam!” wailed Maddy, sobbing. Moments later she was on her knees before me, her tongue probing and licking me enthusiastically. Danielle stood to one side and watched. I was nearly fainting with pleasure. Not only was Maddy much more skilful than Steve, but for some reason the sensation of being serviced by this woman I’d always looked up to and admired so much, gave me an extra thrill. Within two minutes, she had me clutching her pony tail begging her not to stop, and within three I had reached a shuddering orgasm.
Danielle smiled with satisfaction. I slumped back in the throne. Maddy reversed back down the steps, gasping, her face sticky with my juices. But even then, Danielle hadn’t finished with her.
“Stay right where you are. You’ve been nothing but trouble today. Weren’t you told to obey without question? You need a proper lesson.”
“No, miss, please don’t beat me any more,” pleaded Mads, “I’ll do anything…anything…”
She was completely cowed. I stared at her. Her eyes were full of fear. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined her like this! Danielle disappeared behind a screen, and returned a minute later. My mouth fell open. In an instant I was sitting up and taking notice. Strapped over her leather hot pants was a rubber phallus, which quivered slightly as she walked back to where Maddy was waiting.
“No…”
“Yes, my dear. Perhaps this will teach you some manners.”
Before Maddy could say another word, Danielle dropped to her knees behind her, pushed her legs apart, and sunk the phallus deep into her pussy.
“Oh my god,” gasped Maddy.
“Goodness, that went in easily,” laughed Danielle. It seemed that Madeline was not so averse to the recent proceedings as she had pretended.
Taking hold of her lead in one hand, Danielle thrust into her again and again, her lithe, muscular body flexing with rapid regularity, and a look of determined concentration on her face. Maddy was groaning ecstatically, and her arms slowly collapsed, till her head was touching the floor. Danielle was extremely fit, and she didn’t slacken her pace until she had brought her to a noisy climax. Without waiting for her to recover, she walked round in front of her, and pulled her head up by her pony tail.
"Lick it clean." she ordered.
To my surprise, Madeline responded without hesitation, all the while looking up at Danielle with something like adoration in her eyes.
The session was now at an end. We all three showered and dressed. I decided Steve would stay in his female attire. In any case, since he was now quite bald, it would have been a shame to take off his wig. We sent him out to the car to wait for us, whilst we gathered in Danielle’s lounge for a final meeting before we parted.
“I hope you found the sessions satisfactory,” said Danielle.
“Yes, madam. Thank you, madam!” gushed Madeline. I glanced at her. She was all doe-eyed and eager. What a change of personality!
“You, Jacinth, are now Steve’s mistress. He has no pressing need to come back to me, unless you choose to bring him, though it's true we haven't exhausted the possibilities yet. But whatever you decide, feel free to consult me about any aspect of discipline, training, and especially feminisation.”
“Thank you, madam.”
“As for you, Madeline, you will I’m sure assist Jacinth in her endeavours. But I would love to see you again, if you feel so inclined. I think there is still much to explore.”
“Yes, madam. Of course, you know best. Perhaps you should book me an appointment, you know, when it’s convenient for you, of course.”
As we drove home, me next to Madeline, and Steve in the back, looking utterly stunned and cowed, my friend eulogised on the talents and beauty of the woman who had just ravished her. She seemed to be in the grip of an infatuation. Perhaps she was so used to dominating others, that the novelty of being comprehensively dominated herself had had an intoxicating effect – like giving strong alcohol to a teetotaller. Perhaps she had never been made love to like that in her life! I smiled to myself. Yes, I would enjoy turning Steve into my transvestite slave, but I was also determined to make sure I was present at any of Madeline’s future sessions!
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Chapter 7. Aftermath.
We drove to Maddy’s. I wondered when she was going to mention the little matter of what she had just been made to do to me. But she never alluded to it. I think she must have been so embarrassed that she couldn’t bring herself even to think about it. So when we were all inside, I felt I had to clear the air. I ordered Steve to stay in the living room, and guided my friend into the bedroom.
“Sit down, Maddy.”
“What is it?” she asked, anxiously.
“I just wanted to thank you. Steve was never able to make me feel like that.”
She turned bright red, and made no reply. She looked at the floor and bit her lip.
“Seriously, Mads, you could easily turn me into a lesbian,” I laughed
“Stop it, J. I was forced to do it, you know that.”
“Oh, come on. You seemed to be enjoying it. In fact, you seemed to enjoy the whole session. And you can’t deny you fancy Danielle, can you?”
At that, she broke down completely, and started sobbing quietly. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her.
“It’s okay, darling. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Oh, Jacey. I’ve never felt like this before! I don’t know which way up I am. That woman…Danielle. She could do anything she liked with me. In fact, I want her to. And doing that to you was so exciting, not only because it was you, and I love you, but because she was making me do it, she was standing over me watching!”
“I know what you mean. She has such a powerful presence. Don’t you think I felt it too?”
“And when she… you know, I felt things that I’ve never felt with a man. And now all I want is to do it again! I’m feeling horny just thinking about it!”
“Okay…”
“And I need to function normally, I need to focus on my work, organise things, run my life, and all I can think of is….her!”
“Listen, Maddy. You’ll be able to see her again…regularly if you want. But you may need to compartmentalise your life, that’s all. Everyone does it to some extent. You’ll adjust. And probably, in a few weeks, you might get over all this.”
“I don’t know. I feel so strung up.”
I looked at her, sitting there with her face in her hands. Gently I lifted her legs and lay her on the bed. Then I climbed on beside her, and began to caress her face. Her eyes closed, her sobbing gradually abated, and I could feel calm beginning to return. I knew exactly what she needed. I kissed her cheek softly, and began to unbutton her jeans. “J… what….” She made an ineffectual attempt to stop me.
“Just relax, darling. I owe you this one.”
Afterwards, she fell asleep at once, and I crept out of the room and quietly closed the door. I sat with Steve in the living room for the next two or three hours, experimenting with my new power. I had him bringing me coffee, changing the TV channel, and acting as my footstool. I taught him to curtsey, as well! It was quite exciting at first, this total reversal of roles. But even on that first day, I knew I was going to tire of it. Steve no longer bore any attraction for me. I would use him as my slave, have some fun with him, but I wanted something else. Something I couldn’t at that moment put my finger on.
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I really hope you plan on continuing this, as there are at least 2 or 3 different ways you can go
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Chapter 8. An Offer.
But as I sat there, an idea was beginning to take shape in my mind. I wanted two things. First, I wanted Maddy to be her own woman again. If it hadn’t been for her, I would still be fretting myself to death over Steve. And the whole experience of the last few days had drawn me closer to her. I had never realised quite how much I liked her, and now I wanted to make up for lost time. I was sure she would get over her present obsession – though I doubted whether her new-found enthusiasm for the delights of the dungeon would fade so easily. The other thing was this. Yes, I too had been mesmerised by Danielle. But the session had excited in me, not love, but admiration for her artistry; and it had opened my eyes to the thrill of domination, the sheer sensual exhilaration afforded by the controlled deconstruction of another human being. I blushed to think I harboured such feelings. But a fierce lust had been ignited within me, a lust for the control of others and for the infliction of pain and humiliation. I had seen in Maddy what such psychological power could achieve. Now I longed to be able to wield such power myself. I think Steve’s duplicity had aroused a desire for revenge, and the nature of his downfall had suggested a strategy for exacting it.
I had seen how forcing a man into women’s clothing, and physically restricting his manhood, as Danielle had done, so effectively drained his will, making him powerless and malleable. I understood now that the apparent strength of the male was mere bravado, an illusion, not to be compared with the intrinsic spiritual steadfastness of which women are capable. Once deprived of the trappings of his gender, he could be coerced into any indignity his mistress chose.
I was full of ideas, but how could I put them into practice? It seemed impossible. First, I had no base, no property, that I could adapt as a dungeon. Second, I was not pretty, like Danielle; though perhaps that was not an insuperable difficulty. I remembered the sort of women that seemed to attract Steve’s attention. Not necessarily great looking, but dressed in a certain way or with a certain way of carrying themselves. And I was relatively young. Yes, clothes and demeanour were more important than looks. The potential submissive would become entrapped by his – or her – involuntary fetishistic response. No, the main problem was premises and equipment. And contacts. I decided to discuss the matter with Maddy when she woke up.
When she emerged from the bedroom, I sent Steve to the box room with instructions to stay there until he was summoned. She looked much happier, and came over and kissed me at once, as if we were real girlfriends. It was a nice feeling.
“Thanks, J. What would I do without you?”
I made us coffee, and we sat down on the sofa.
“How are you feeling?”
“Much better, thanks. Thanks to you. Actually, I’ve been awake for a while. I was thinking about what you said, and I realise now I was imagining problems where there weren’t any. I was a bit overwrought, earlier, that’s all. I can carry on as normal, but I’m going to see Danielle regularly.”
“Great! I’m glad you’ve sorted it. I think she’s keen to see you, too.”
“Do you think so?”
“I’m sure of it. Listen. We should go round there together tomorrow and collect the videos. Maybe she’ll give you your next appointment.”
“Yes. Why not. I’ll text her and ask when would be a good time. What were you doing while I was asleep?”
I told her what I had been thinking about.
“Don’t laugh. I really think I could do it. But as I said, I’d need premises.”
“What about Danielle’s dungeon? Maybe she’d rent it to you sometimes.”
“Possibly. I doubt she would, though.”
“There’s no harm in asking, J. Or maybe she could suggest something or somewhere else.”
“Okay. I’ll ask.”
Danielle said we could call in any time after two. I ordered Steve to clean the flat while we were out. We got to her house about two thirty. There was no Riccardo. Danielle herself opened the door. She was clearly having a day off. She was wearing old jeans, a faded T-shirt, and her hair was tied back carelessly. She seemed unusually relaxed. She led us through the house to the lounge at the back, and sat us down in armchairs, overlooking the garden. Riccardo, she said, was having a day off. She brought in a tray of coffee, and on the tray next to out cups were four flash drives, two red and two blue.
“I’ve spent the whole morning editing the video. The blue ones are Steve’s session, the red ones yours. I have three hidden cameras, so three angles to choose from at any one time. I hope you like the result.”
“Thanks, madam,” said Maddy, “now we can relive it all any time we feel like it!”
“You can relive it next Saturday, if you feel up to it, Madeline. I can book you a session any time of day. I don’t normally work on a Saturday, but for you….”
“Yes, please,” replied Maddy, blushing slightly, “You tell me when it’s convenient.”
“Okay. How about ten o’clock? A nice early start.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Good. Tell me, Jacinth, how’s Steve now?”
“Completely subservient, since you ask,” I laughed. “If he’s following my instructions - and he better be - he’s cleaning Maddy’s whole flat at this very minute, in his nice new frilly apron!”
“Oh, I’m sure he is! I’m so pleased to hear it.”
“Yes. I do hope he has a few visitors.”
“He may well,” said Maddy, “friends often call round at the weekend.”
We sipped our coffee. I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. Maddy took it upon herself.
“Madam, I think there’s something Jacey wants to consult you about.”
“Oh. Well go ahead, darling,” she said, “what’s on your mind?”
Not without some awkwardness and stammering, I explained my interest in following her own occupation, and the difficulties I envisaged.
“I found it fascinating how you subjugated Steve by making him wear a dress. I would like to explore the whole issue of feminisation. It seems to me that once you deprive a man of the symbols of his maleness, he becomes much easier to enslave.”
Danielle regarded me with an enigmatic expression on her face. She waited to see if I had anything to add. But I didn’t. I suddenly felt embarrassed and silly. Really, I knew nothing about the matter. I was a novice expounding a theory to an expert. To be honest, I expected her to laugh at me and tell me to get lost. So it was quite a shock when she replied.
“Jacinth I was watching your performance with Steve yesterday. I’ve seen a few of my colleagues operating, but I can honestly say that, apart from one, none of them has the natural instinct that I saw in you. For many of them it’s purely a business. When I offered you a job as my assistant, I wasn’t joking. Now, if you’re really bent on becoming a domme, you should come and assist me, work as my apprentice, in fact. Learn the business properly. Maybe for three or six months, something like that. I’ll pay you one third of my fee, and I will teach you the tricks of the trade. And if after that I feel you are competent – if, I say, because it’s not a foregone conclusion – and if you want to carry on independently - we can talk about premises, and our future relationship. What do you say?”
“Madam… I don’t know what to say.”
“Do you accept?”
“Of course. Thank you. Thank you. I won’t disappoint you!”
“I hope not. Why don’t you come and see me Monday morning, to sort out the details? I’ll get my dressmaker here to measure you up. You’re going to need some work clothes. That’s my responsibility. And we can discuss exactly how this is going to work. Okay, Jacinth?”
“Yes, miss. Thank you again, so much, for giving me this opportunity!” I said.
“Well, you’ve shown you have the stomach for it. Now you’ll have to convince me you also have the finesse and the imagination, and an instinct for a client’s vulnerabilities. It won’t be easy.”
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With J. working as a apprentice to learn how to be a perfect Domme Steve probably will end up with more than he expected...giggles
Hope Maddy has a good time on Saturday morning.
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Chapter 9. Induction.
Monday morning I had a lecture, but I skipped it to go see Danielle. Riccardo showed me into the back lounge.
“Good morning, madam.”
“I think you can drop the “madam” now, Jacinth. “Dani” is fine. What should I call you? Jacinth?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d prefer “Jacey”. “Jacinth” is a bit of a mouthful.”
“Okay, Jacey. But I think you should keep Jacinth for professional purposes. It sounds posh, which is always an advantage. However, that’s a minor detail. Before my dressmaker arrives, I want to go over a few basic things.”
“Good! I’ve been thinking, and I realise how little I know about how you work.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll pick it up. But it’s important for you to understand the mechanics. First of all, I should tell you that I’ve been doing this for about five years now. I started when I was twenty-three. I had a very submissive boyfriend, so I had to learn how to satisfy him. Eventually we split, but then he came back. He couldn’t get what he wanted anywhere else. So I agreed to accommodate him, but I insisted it would be a business relationship and that he would have to pay me. He was very well-heeled, anyway. It grew from there.”
“What happened to him? Do you still see him?”
Danielle laughed. “No, he found someone even stricter than me eventually. I hate to think what she’s doing to the poor guy! Anyway, to get back to the business. At the moment, things are relatively quiet. I have a few regulars, the occasional newbie, and I average four or five sessions a week. Most sessions last one and a half to two hours, and I charge about three hundred. But there are longer ones, overnights and so on, and shorter ones. I try to arrange them to give me a couple of days off. I would hope that, once you get involved, we can increase the number of clients, and perhaps charge a little more. I know a few of them would love the idea of two dommes working together!”
“Would we be doing the same sorts of things?”
“That’s an interesting question. No, is the short answer. I can see all sorts of possibilities, but you should definitely play a different role from me. It’s basically theatre, except the client isn’t acting! You look very young compared to me, and we should play on that. But we can discuss this later.”
“So will I wear the same sorts of things as you do?”
"I want Sandra – that’s my specialist dressmaker – to provide you with a range of costumes. We can almost leave it to her. She’ll look at you and see what she thinks will suit. But of course you’ll have the usual leather and latex, the boots and the gloves and tight little shorts and so on.”
“I was wondering…”
“Yes?”
“I sort of had this idea…. If I could have some mildly fetishistic everyday clothes, I don’t know what exactly, I could maybe find us some new clients. I remember the sort of women Steve was attracted to. I mean, if a woman was wearing, say, tight leather pants, or a pleated leather skirt, he’d sort of become all alert and attentive.”
Dani stared at me. “Offering yourself as bait?”
“Except that I’d be both the bait and the hunter. They wouldn’t realise until it was too late!”
“You’re a very bright girl, Jacey. It could work. And really, you don’t know how much I long for some new clients. My regulars pay the bills, it’s true, but I know them inside out by now. I yearn for a little novelty, a few new guys to school. To be able to train them up to be what I want them to be, not just what they’ve fantasized about. But you’d need to be careful. I don’t want you taking any risks. I’d need to be with you. There are some strange people about. I always have Riccardo nearby when I have a new one. They don’t realise of course. I know he looks rather chic and feminine, but he’s also trained in various martial arts.”
“Really? We thought he was a girl when we first saw him. He’s got such delicate features.”
“He is very pretty, isn’t he? Several of my clients have fallen for him. Which brings me to something else which you should be aware of. You said you were interested in feminisation. What do you think that’s all about? I mean, why do you think some men want so much to dress up like that, or are easily persuaded to?”
“I guess it all goes with a submissive nature.”
“Well, yes, that’s often it. But sometimes it’s a bit more than that. I would say there’s a minority who want to present as women, because consciously or subconsciously they’re attracted to other men - not necessarily one hundred percent gay, but inclining that way. By allowing themselves to be feminised, they can pretend it’s just a fantasy. Because of their upbringing or culture, they can’t face up to their own sexual feelings. Inside there’s a big knot of shame, or guilt, or denial, and being punished helps them to assuage it. And sometimes they want to be forced to have sex with another man, so they can do the thing they subconsciously long for without the responsibility, without having to suffer that destructive guilt.”
“Yes. I’d never thought of it that way. I wonder if Steve….”
“I thought so as soon as he came to me. He could hardly take his eyes off Riccardo. And I could see he was so happy when I ordered him to put on that dress.”
“Gosh. Would you have allowed him to…”
“Eventually I would have suggested it. He looked cute enough that I’m sure Riccardo would have willingly allowed him to go down. He done it once or twice before.”
“That’s so exciting!” I gasped.
“It’s rather sweet, really. It’s all they ever want to do, because it's such a passive, female act. There’s nothing aggressive or male about it.”
I was still trying to take all this in, when the object of our conversation appeared at the door and announced, “Miss Sandra, madam.” I stared at him for a moment, seeing him in a new light. He returned my look with a smile. I think I blushed slightly. He was certainly attractive to me, so I could imagine that he might easily seduce guys like Steve.
Sandra was a brisk, middle-aged woman, dressed rather younger than her years in a short black leather skirt and posh leather jacket. She was wearing a pair of retro red spectacles, which gave her a rather old-fashioned, severe appearance.
“Hi Dani. Is this the trainee?”
“This is she, darling. Jacinth. Jacinth, meet Sandra.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
“You’re a pretty little thing,” said Sandra, half to herself. “You’ll be a pleasure to dress.”
I’m not pretty, I thought, though it was kind of her to flatter me. I know I’m very plain. And Danielle’s so beautiful! I would have to rely on my gear to attract men. But Sandra persisted.
“Where did you find her, Dani? You’re going to have the customers falling over themselves.”
“Clients, darling, if you don’t mind. Yes, they probably would, if they weren’t already down on their knees.”
Sandra wasted no time. She produced a tape and started measuring me. She measured every conceivable point, even around my arms at legs at intervals, and entered it all up on a tablet. She was very efficient. After no more than ten minutes she addressed Dani.
“I’m done. Do you want to choose the stuff now, or email me your requirements? If you have time, now would be better. There’s some new gear you should see.”
“Yes, Sandra. Let’s all sit down and see what there is. We’re looking for things that Jacinth can wear for the basement, of course, but we also need to think about outside – you know, sexy stuff she can wear in bars or nightclubs. We’re hoping to hook some fresh meat, if you know what I mean.”
“Ah, I see. Well, there’s plenty of the more subtle stuff around now. Let’s have a look.”
We spent the best part of an hour looking at some very fetishistic costumes. Dani did most of the choosing.
“That, definitely, Sandra. Maybe the blue? Oh, and that one’s very sexy. Does that come with the collar, or…?”
Whenever I was asked if something was to my taste, I simply nodded. It was so way out I had no idea what I would look like in it. I ended up with a whole heap of stuff: a leather tunic, leather pants, leather shorts, another collection similar but in latex, and then there were the thigh boots, knee boots, riding boots, ankle boots, leather gauntlets and long latex gloves, collars plain and studded – the lot. I didn’t dare ask how much it was going to cost. And then at the end Sandra turned to ordinary fabrics, and added some spandex, riding breeches, and what she termed “vanilla” items.
“She so cute, she should have some sweet, innocent stuff. You know, Dani, white shirts and jumpers, pretty little skirts, that sort of thing. Maybe some white socks and a tie? What do you think? You and her together…well, they won’t know if they’re coming or going, if you’ll excuse the pun. Oh, and she’ll need stockings, suspenders, tights, panties, and all that. I’ll give you a selection. And some fetish stuff she can also wear when she’s out. Maybe a couple of latex dresses – these ones are very nice.” She pointed out a couple of amazingly sexy little numbers. “And perhaps a pleated latex skirt, another in black leather, a leather bracelet or two, and anything else I think of. It’s all on approval. If there’s anything you don’t like, I’ll credit you.”
“Sure. Let me know if you think of anything else, but that’s good to be going on with. No. we don’t need any makeup this time. I’ve still got a pretty good selection.”
“Right. I’ll go back and get the orders in. You’re not still growing, are you dear?”
“No. I’m nearly eighteen.”
“Really? Oh, well, that’s all right then. Good luck in your new profession. Just pay attention to Dani and you’ll be all right.”
“I intend to, Sandra.”
Riccardo escorted her out.
“Sorry, Jacey, she’s a bit of a whirlwind, but she’s got a good eye. Whatever she sends is going to look great on you.”
“Thanks, Dani. Thanks for going to all this trouble…spending all that money.”
She laughed. “I’m not being altruistic, you know. Now you’re my colleague as well as my friend. And this is as exciting for me as I’m sure it is for you!”
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Chapter 10. The Sting.
I spent the rest of the week normally. I attended all my lessons at college, and left Steve to his own devices. On Tuesday evening I went over to Maddy’s and we watched the tapes together. Steve’s session was hilarious. Dani had him running about naked just like a puppy for the first fifteen minutes, throwing him a rubber bone to fetch and feeding him some sticky mush from a doggy bowl! Then she brought out the costume. He needed no second bidding to get dressed up, after which she sat on her throne and ordered him to adopt various humiliating poses, clearly for our benefit. Of course, he had no idea he was being filmed. If he had, it’s doubtful he would have let Dani make him up so prettily, or so willingly opened his mouth to accept the ball-gag she buckled on him, or consented to demonstrate, by coyly lifting his dress, just how much he was enjoying the feel of his little latex knickers!
“That is just so amazing, J,” said Maddy incredulously, when we had watched it all. “Can you imagine what would happen if we made that public? He’d die of shame and embarrassment!”
“He would. I think we have him just where we want him.”
“Got any ideas?”
“I’ve got a whole bunch. And Dani suggested some you’re going to love! But there’s plenty of time for that. Shall we watch the second session?”
We watched it twice, and ended up in bed together as a result. I’ll skip the details.
On Thursday Dani called me to say she’d received the first batch of clothes.
“There’s stuff here you could wear socially. Shall we go out somewhere Saturday night? A sort of dummy run?”
“Yes please, Dani!”
“Why don’t you hitch a lift with Madeline Saturday morning? After her session we can all have lunch and you can try some of the stuff on – see what you think. Maddy can come with us if she likes.”
“Okay. I’ll ask her.”
It was arranged Maddy would pick me up Saturday at nine-thirty. But she'd have to leave after lunch, so she wouldn't be able to join us in the evening.
We arrived at nine-fifty. Riccardo let us in. That morning she - I’m sorry, he – was wearing a beautiful old-fashioned maid’s costume, in the traditional black and white, with a long skirt. It looked Victorian, or Edwardian at least. I could see by the way it hung the material was thick and heavy.
“Wow, Riccardo, that’s a beautiful costume. It looks original.”
“It is miss. Madam bought it a sale of the contents of Monksfield Manor. I don’t wear it often. Just on special occasions.”
“Oh. Is today a special occasion?”
“I believe it’s the start of your apprenticeship, miss.”
I felt flattered that Danielle had considered that a “special occasion”.
Riccardo showed us into the lounge and asked us to take a seat on the sofa. Maddy fidgeted nervously with her rings. Almost immediately Dani appeared at the door, in full working regalia, and summoned her. She jumped up and walked quickly over. Dani winked at me while gripping my friend by the wrist.
“Make yourself comfortable, Jacey. There’s television or magazines. Riccardo will get you anything you want.”
Maddy was led away, and I heard the door of the dungeon close softly.
“Coffee, miss?” asked Riccardo.
“Thank you. That would be lovely.”
Riccardo disappeared towards the kitchen. I picked up a magazine. Fetish of course. There were some startling creations pictured. I was quite engrossed when Riccardo returned with a tray of coffee. He placed it on the table, bowed slightly, and withdrew. I sat there flicking through the pages. I guess it had been about ten minutes, when I thought I heard a distant cry. There it was again! And for the next thirty minutes, as if very far away, I could hear muffled shrieks and wails. Eventually the sounds subsided, and nothing more occurred until I heard the dungeon door open, and the murmur of voices. Maddy and Dani reappeared. Dani was back in her everyday clothes.. Maddy’s face was flushed, and she made straight for an armchair and collapsed into it. I noticed there were red marks around her wrists, and her lips looked a bit swollen. Dani had that enigmatic smile on her face again. She called Riccardo and ordered more coffee. Nothing was said. For a while everyone was silent. I mean, there wasn’t much I could say, was there? I couldn’t very well say, “how was it”, or “did you have a nice session”. So I kept my mouth shut. After a minute or two, Maddy let out a long, satisfied sigh, and smiled at Dani. Okay, I thought, looks like that’s going well, then. I think I suffered a slight pang of jealousy, though I not sure to which of them it was directed. Maybe both.
After coffee, Riccardo started preparing lunch. We ate at about two. My friends seemed ravenously hungry, but I was feeling a bit nervous about the evening. Maddy had to leave after lunch. She gave me a kiss and a wink as she departed.
“We’ll catch up tomorrow, J. I hope you have something interesting to report.”
“I’m sure you have.”
That left Dani and I a few hours to discuss our strategy.
“I’m going to dress demurely,” she said. “You’re the bait, so we need to decide what you should wear.”
She led me into a bedroom where she had laid out the first batch of clothes on the bed. I won’t bore you with a catalogue of items. Instead I’ll tell you what we decided on. Starting at the top, a little maroon beret. I’m not that proud of my mousey hair. I need to get it styled if I’m going to take my role seriously. A leather collar, plain black leather, with a buckle at the front, from which dangled a straight silver pendant, like the tip of a spear. No submissive connotations. A maroon bandeau – my breasts are hardly large enough to warrant a bra - under a short, very fine leather jacket. Below the waist there were too many choices. It would have been easy to opt for thigh boots, fishnets, and a little leather skirt, but that would have been too obvious, and perhaps even a little tarty for public wear. So instead we decided on faux leather high-waisted spandex leggings and block heel ankle boots with a row of buckles. Oh, and a pair of fingerless latex gloves to finish the whole thing off. We felt that outfit wouldn’t look out of place, but was sufficiently fetishistic to give the appropriate message to the right sort of guy. I imagined it would have turned Steve into a lump of quivering jelly, anyway.
Dani had made a list of likely bars and clubs we should visit. We really had no idea what would happen, but we didn’t expect to get a bite at the first cast of the line. We stated dressing at six. Dani wore a modest outfit – wine-coloured silk blouse, short grey skirt, black stockings and court shoes – to provide contrast. We did our makeup, red lipstick for her, black lip gloss for me. It was seven by the time we left. We took a cab in case we needed to do some drinking. First stop, Dessie’s, a bar near the centre of town with a fairly diverse clientele. We ordered a couple of non-alcoholic drinks and sat at a window table. It was early, so fairly quiet. After half an hour or so people started to arrive – couples, foursomes, and eventually two groups of blokes – one of office workers in suits, mainly talking business, who sat at an adjacent table, and then half a dozen guys in jeans and T-shirts, of the skilled manual worker type, who sat at the bar and seemed to be talking exclusively money and football Pretty typical boring types, all of them. We carefully made no attempt to attract attention. We maintained our conversation and never once looked around. That would have spoilt the game. But we watched them out of the corner of our eyes. We were noticed, all right, but we got the impression that we were being clocked purely as females. We were fairly sure the fetishistic stuff was wasted on this lot. This impression was confirmed when the one of the office workers came over and asked us if we’d like to join them for a drink, which we did. But Dani got most of the attention. Probably I looked a bit too young for them. They were mainly in their thirties, I would guess. So we left there about eight and spent the rest of the evening touring bars and clubs, where we had plenty of attention but no real bites. I found I fitted in perfectly in the clubs, where my outfit was pretty standard. We decided it wasn’t going to happen that night, so we found a quiet pub in a side street and got ourselves a couple of gins. There weren’t many customers. I noticed a table of three in one corner, two men and a woman. One of the men, a young, fair-haired guy, was clearly playing gooseberry, while the couple were fooling around. He looked bored and a bit irritated. We sat down, I with my back to them, and started sipping our drinks. Suddenly Dani touched my hand.
“What?”
“You may have caught a little fish.”
“Who?”
“That guy with the couple. He keeps looking over here.”
“He’s probably looking at you.”
“No, he’s not. He looking at you. I think he’s noticed your collar. Just turn slightly sideways and let him see your legs. Casually, though.”
“Well?”
“Yes. He staring at you, but trying to pretend he isn’t.”
“What do we do?”
“Nothing. Let’s wait and see.”
But the words were hardly out of her mouth when all three of them stood up and made for the door. In a moment, they were gone.
“Shit!” said Danielle. “Useless! Let’s go home.”
But before we could get up the door opened again, and the fair one reappeared. He looked around nervously, then walked straight over to our table. We both looked as casual as we could.
“Er, hi. I hope you don’t mind me asking. My friends have just left, but I was thinking of staying for a last drink. I was wondering…if you ladies would like to join me?”
He was addressing both of us, but looking only at me. I saw Dani suppress a smile, and look at her glass.
“Thank you,” I found myself saying. “Yes, of course, why not?”
“I’m Andrew. What would you like?”
“I’m Jacey. This is Dani. Gin and tonic please.”
“Same for me, thank you,” said Dani.
We sat there with our drinks chatting about nothing in particular for the next fifteen minutes. Andrew seemed unable to keep his eyes off me, or rather, off my outfit.
“They’re unusual gloves,” he hazarded.
“Yes,” I replied, innocently. “Latex. Feel them.”
I put out my hand. His hand was trembling as he touched mine. He gulped visibly.
The pub was about to close. We had to leave. Andrew was looking extremely nervous. I wondered whether he was going to ask if he could see me again. But Dani took the matter into her own hands.
“Andrew, we’re going back to my place for a couple more drinks. If you’re not doing anything, you’re welcome to join us.”
Poor Andrew nearly collapsed with relief.
“Oh. Yes. Thank you. I’d love to. If you… if you don’t mind…”
“Come on then. I’ll ring for a cab.”
The cab arrived and we piled in, the three of us in the back with Andrew sandwiched in the middle. Rather like a prisoner between his gaolers, I thought. Riccardo had been instructed to make himself scarce, so when we got back to Dani’s she let us in through the front door. Andrew looked about him. He seemed dazed.
“Is this all yours? Really? Wow, it’s beautiful.” He’s so cute, I thought. Just what I wanted. Now for phase two of the operation
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Chapter 11. The Snare.
We made our way into the back living-room. Dani seated Andrew and me on the sofa, and pulled up an armchair for herself.
“I’m just going to get the drinks. Andrew? What would you like? I’ve got pretty much everything.”
“Oh, er, I was drinking vodka, but…”
“I’ll just being a selection.”
“Okay. I musn’t stay too late….”
“It’s Sunday tomorrow. What’s the problem?”
“No, no problem. I’ll stay a little while, anyway.”
As Dani went out the door she tossed me a little wink. I knew what that meant. Andrew was going to get a little more than he was expecting in his vodka. In any case, he didn’t strike me as a hard drinker.
We sat there chatting away, Andrew getting more and more relaxed and talkative, Dani and I pretty near sober on our watered drinks. By one o’clock it seemed he had forgotten all about his resolution. And he was getting more and more familiar with me. He put his hand on my thigh.
“You’re fantastic, Jacey. I love your outfit. You look so sexy. I wish my girlfriend…..”
He quickly such his mouth.
“Your girlfriend?” asked Dani, raising her eyebrows. “You haven’t told us about her. What’s her name.”
“I really ought to go….”
“No, Andrew, please don’t go yet. Just another half hour, okay?” I pleaded, putting my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t take much persuading. “It’s fine. You can tell us about your girlfriend or not. It’s up to you. We’re just friends, right?”
“Yeah, Jacey, we’re friends, aren’t we? I think you’re my best friend. Yeah, well, my “girlfiend”, Angela…. sort of girlfriend, anyway…like tonight, she’s like, “well, if you want to go out with those people, those friends of yours, go, but don’t expect me to accompany you. I can’t stand that woman. She shows off all the time, and treats me like dirt…”
“I see. So you chose your friends over your girlfriend?”
“Yeah. But she can’t expect me to be running around after her the whole time. Haven’t got time. I’ve quite an important job, you see.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“Oh, I’m a lawyer. Mason and Partridge. Going to be made a partner soon.”
A shock ran through me. That was the firm Maddy worked for! But I hid my surprise.
“Oh, gosh, Andrew, I’ve never met a real lawyer before. That’s so exciting!”
“Yeah, well, I deal with some very important clients, you know….”
And he proceeded to ramble on about his work, getting more and more inarticulate the whole time. Within ten minutes he had passed out, and was snoring loudly.
“What a boring idiot!” I said.
“Yes, J. But ideal for our purposes.”
We undressed him completely, and carried him into the small bedroom. We were about to put him to bed, when Dani said,
“Hold on. He’s completely insensible. I don’t want him wetting the bed. Let me get some stuff from my ADBL chest.”
She returned with a big nappy and plastic pants, which we managed to get on him despite being almost helpless with giggles. Dani took a few pictures before we covered him up. Then we hid his clothes, and went to bed ourselves.
I was awoken by someone shouting, it seemed far away. As I began to recall the previous evening, I clambered out of bed, threw on some clothes, and headed for the small bedroom. An interesting scene met my eyes. Dani was standing just inside the door, camera in hand, a malicious smile on her face. Andrew was backed up against the far wall, clutching a bedsheet to his lower half, and protesting weakly.
“He did wet himself, just as we thought, Jacey,” said Dani. “Fortunately, I was able to get a few snaps before he woke up.”
“Give me that camera!” Andrew was shouting, “give it me at once! And where are my clothes? And my phone?”
“Oh, they’re all in a safe place,” said Dani coolly. “Now why don’t you have a shower and we’ll find them for you. Shower room’s right opposite.”
Andrew was about to say something else, but he decided against it and fled into the shower room.
“I’ve sussed out his size,” said Dani after he had disappeared. “Come and see.”
She had his clothes laid out in the lounge. His new clothes, that is. A very pretty pinafore dress, with a pale blue flared skirt, quite short, and a white blouse with blue buttons and blue lace trimming around the collar and cuffs. White tights and blue panties. Pale blue Mary Janes. Very simple, but very sweet.
“It’s nothing special, but it’s a start. It’ll get him used to the idea, and give us an idea of his susceptibility.”
“How long are we going to…detain him?”
“Oh, first time? I was thinking till tomorrow morning? Then he can go home and explain himself to…Angela, was it?”
Andrew was out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.
“Right, I’m done. Clothes and phone…now!”
“Here’s your phone,” smiled Dani, handing it over,, “and here…here’s your clothes.”
Andrew looked from Dani to the clothes, and back again.
“You taking the piss? I want my clothes – the ones I was wearing last night!”
“Sorry darling. They’ve been disposed of. These are your clothes now.”
“Now look….”
“They’re really very pretty. Look at the lovely piping on that blouse.”
“Don’t play f***ing games with me, or I’ll call the police. If you don’t give me my clothes you’ll find yourselves in court, both of you. This is false imprisonment!”
Dani sighed. “Well, I’m sorry you feel like that, Andrew. Of course, you remember sexually assaulting Jacinth last night, don’t you? It’s we who should be calling the police. But we’ve decided to give you a chance. So, once again, please put on your new outfit. I’m confident it’s going to fit you perfectly.”
“I don’t remember. I wouldn’t have. You can’t prove it!”
“That’s true. But we do remember. So it’s our word against yours, and you’ve just said you don’t remember what you did. How will that go down in court, do you think? If you still want to try your luck, then I’ll call the police right now.”
Andrew looked at us aghast. His mouth opened and closed, but no articulate sounds came out. He stared at the pinafore dress in horror. I thought he was going to start crying.
“What about Angela?”
“Oh, her? You didn’t seem very worried about her last night. Would you like me to ring her for you, and say you had a bit too much to drink and your staying at a friend’s house?”
“No, no! I’ll do it. He hurried back into the shower room, and we could hear him whining apologetically, and then the word “sorry”, repeated multiple time with a rising cadence. Dani and I gave each other an ironic high five.
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Chapter 12. Initiation.
We waited outside the door while Andrew got dressed. He took ages. While we were waiting we both went and put on something fitting to the occasion – Dani her leather hot pants and a shirt, me some long boots, a pleated latex skirt, a tiny little merino wool top, and my latex gloves that he had admired the day before. There was no sound when we got back to the lounge door, and I had to ask if he was ready. There was murmured assent from inside.
He looked so sweet in his new outfit, He was fair, and the blue went prettily with his eyes. Dani sat him down and applied some subtle make up, mainly mascara and a little rouge to give his pale cheeks some colour. Full makeup would be inappropriate for such a young girl, she remarked. But he could have some earrings. Clip-ons, as his ears were not pierced – yet. Well, actually, screw-ons, which Dani screwed on tight up to remind him who was in charge.
The change of costume seemed to transform him. He became quite docile and shy. We sat him down on the sofa, and while Dani went to prepare coffee and croissants, I couldn’t resist flirting with him, touching his thigh and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
“Oh, Andrew – or is it Andrea? – you look so beautiful, it’s difficult for me to keep my hands off you.” I squeezed the inside of his thigh, and felt him tense up with embarrassment. Then I began to stroke his cheek with my gloved hand, so he could inhale the scent of the rubber, at the same time breathing softly in his ear. The response was almost instantaneous. He started trembling, and began to get aroused, which he tried to disguise by pulling his tiny skirt down as far as it would go. I think that was the moment I really knew our hunt had been successful. I went to the kitchen, ostensibly to help Dani, but really to apprise her of developments. We had a congratulatory hug, and started making plans for the day. Of course, in the long term we wanted to have Andrew as an permanent object of humiliation and a source of entertainment – and revenue. But today our sole aim was to recruit him, so that when we eventually decided to release him, he would be unable to resist the compulsion to return. In other words, we’d decided to give him a good time. And Dani was going to film the whole thing for posterity.
There was no doubt that his new outfit was fulfilling a long-established and long-suppressed need. So after breakfast, we conducted him downstairs to sample the delights of Dani’s dungeon. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the array of implements and apparatus. Our aim was to spend the day teasing, arousing, and satisfying him. His erection had not gone down, and when Dani called him a “naughty girl” and ordered him to lie across her lap for a spanking, he complied without protest. She pulled down his tights and knickers and spanked him with her hand until his bottom was red.
“There. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
“No miss. I still feel very bad. I keep thinking about Madam Jacinth’s boots.”
“Really? And what are you thinking, miss?”
“I…I’m thinking I would like to come all over them.”
“Why, you disgusting little minx!”
“Is that what you want, Andrea?” I asked. “Well you can if you wish, but naturally I would expect you to clean them afterwards with your tongue. That is the only way I’d allow you to do such a rude thing!”
“Of course, madam.”
And he did! I sat in the throne and he did his thing. He must have been so frustrated all his life, and now it was all coming out. In every sense. It was a very impressive orgasm, both in terms of violence and effusion, and an equally notable aftermath. Such uninhibited enthusiasm! He seemed exhausted for some time, but when Dani sat him on her lap and began to kiss and cuddle him, he soon perked up again. She decided to take things to the next level, so she collared him and chained him to the wall, and then used a riding whip on him. I could see he was torn between the fear of the whip and his need to be punished. Eventually he broke down completely.
“Madam! Madam! Please stop! I’ll tell you everything! I promise!” We looked at each other.
“Tell me then, girl. Everything, please.”
“I – I can’t help it! I’ve never done this before, but I’ve fantasized about it all my life! I’ve never told Angela – she’d hate me for it. I’ve always dreamed of being a girl – a little girl – and doing all sorts of naughty things so that my mummy has to spank me regularly. And then I grow up and I meet a boy and he punishes me too, except he…he, you know, punishes me in different ways. I’m sorry if I did something to Madam Jacinth – I didn’t mean to, I wouldn’t, you know. As soon as I saw her all I wanted…all I wanted was to be able to serve her, to worship her, to let her use me as she thought fit. To be her slave! Please forgive me!”
This was better than our wildest hopes! We carried on with renewed vigour. For the next three hours, Andrew was subjected to an alternation of humiliation, pain and pleasure, culminating in a long session on the vaulting horse, during which Dani supplied the pleasure, through the medium of her expert manual dexterity, and I, with the aid of the strap-on, supplied the humiliation. When there was nothing more to give on either side, we carried him to the lock-up on the far wall and shut him away for the night. He was too exhausted to protest, and in any case it was supplied with a bunk and a toilet and shower room.
“We’ll send you down supper in a while, Andrea,” said Dani. Now be a good girl and get yourself cleaned up and changed. You’ll find a lovely soft nightie under your pillow.”
“Wow,” she added, when we were upstairs again, “you obviously hit his spot! That’s number one, but with your help I’m sure we’ll find a few more.”
“What about Angela?”
“I’m going to ring her now. We need to open her eyes, whatever the consequences. Do you agree?”
“Absolutely. He must have been acting up to now. Like Steve. It’s not a nice feeling for the partner. I wonder how she’ll react?”
“We’ll see. I took a little video on my phone. I can send her that if she doesn’t believe us.” And she started to dial the number.
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WOW love it! How they got a young man they met at a bar into little girl dresses and punished him.
Can't wait to see what Angela's reaction to all this is going to be.
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Chapter 13. Grassed Up.
Dani put her phone on the coffee table and put in on speaker. A woman’s voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is that Angela?”
“Speaking.”
“Hi, Angela. You don’t know me. My name is Danielle. I’m ringing about Andrew.”
There was a silence. “What about him? Where the hell is he? And who are you?”
“I don’t know how much he told you this morning, but the situation is this. He left his friends last night and joined us in the pub – that’s me and my young friend, Jacinth. He came back to ours for a nightcap, but unfortunately he got a bit too free with Jacinth, and then passed out. We felt like throwing him out on the street, but instead we took pity on him, and put him to bed…”
“Go on.” Angela tone had become very attentive.
“We had to put a nappy and plastic pants on him just in case, and sure enough he wetted himself in the night. Jacinth was hoping for an apology in the morning, in which case we would of course have let him go, but instead he was just arrogant and rude. Jacinth was quite upset….”
“That’s f***ing typical of him! Egotistical bastard! He wetted himself, did he. I would love to have seen that!"
“Well I did take a few snaps…”
“You did? Can you send them to me?”
“Of course.”
“How old is Jacinth, may I ask?”
“She’s seventeen.”
“What? Just wait till I get my hands on him! He’s always leching over some girl, but he’s such a pathetic wimp, that’s usually as far as it goes. I’m not surprised, not surprised at all. The booze must have given him courage. He certainly doesn’t have any of his own.”
“Anyway, we were so annoyed that we took away his clothes…”
“You did? F***ing brilliant! So is he stark naked?”
“Er, no. We gave him girls’ clothes to wear…”
A stunned silence.
“You did…what?? Is he still wearing them? What sort of girls’ clothes?” She let out a short laugh. “Oh, my god, please tell me he’s still wearing them. You want me to come and collect him, right?”
“Well, that’s up to you. We put him in a little girls’ pinafore dress. He looks very sweet. I’m afraid we had to punish him for his behaviour. It made him much more…contrite. He actually went down on his knees to Jacinth. I’ll send you a video of that along with the pictures. At the moment he’s locked up. If you want to come and collect him, that’s fine. Or we could keep him for a while. It’s up to you.”
“Where is he locked up?”
“Oh, he’s in a big cage in my basement. He’s quite comfortable. His bottom probably stings a little from when I spanked him, but otherwise he’s fine.”
“Are you serious?”
“Perfectly. Please feel free to come and see for yourself. Then you can decide what you want to do with him.”
“Oh, there’s a number of things I would like to do, before I dump him at last. I can’t believe what you say you’ve done. I have to see for myself. It would be a dream come true. Please, tell me where you are. I’ll come straight over.”
Dani gave her the address.
“I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t let him out.”
“No chance.”
Dani ended the call. “Well, this should be fun,” she said.
“Now it’s my turn. You know that firm he works for?”
“Er, I didn’t really pay attention.”
“It’s the same place Maddy works!”
“No!”
“Yes! And I’m going to ring her now. What’s his surname?”
“Don’t know.”
“Never mind. We’ll see if she recognises him.”
I dialled Maddy.
“Hi, Mads. It’s me. Fine. We did, as a matter of fact. His name’s Andrew. Works at – guess where – Mason and Partridge! Fair hair, about five nine, bit full of himself. You know him? Andrew what? Andrew Fraser. Okay. You work for him? Is he? Arrogant bastard? That’s pretty much what his girlfriend said. Anyway, if you’d like to see him, we’ve got him dressed as a little girl and locked in the cage. You will? Thirty minutes? Great! See you soon.”
“She’s on her way, Dani. Oh, god, he’s going to be so surprised! His girlfriend and his work colleague!”
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Chapter 14. False Imprisonment.
Angela arrived first, and Maddy a few minutes after her. Riccardo showed each of them into the lounge, where we were waiting. I did the introductions.
“Angela, this is my best friend. Madeline. I gather she works with – or for – your boyfriend. Maddy, this is Angela, Andrew’s girlfriend.”
They kissed, and Angela said,
“Nice to meet you. But of course I’ve heard about you, and I think I saw you once, when I met him at work.”
“Yes, Angela, I recognise you too. And Andrew speaks about you often.”
“Really? That’s nice. What does he say?”
“Well, I’m not sure…”
“Tell me please.”
Maddy paused, and took a deep breath. “Well…he says several things. Not nice things. I never respond, or he’ll start having a go at me. He’s not a pleasant person to work for. He thinks he’s so superior, when in fact he’s a bit of a twat. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t worry, Madeline.” She put a hand on Maddy’s arm. “I know how he is. He must be a pig to work for.”
“Well…”
“Girls,” put in Dani, “shall we have some coffee while we talk? There’s no hurry, and it would be useful to have a little background, I think. Riccardo? Could you….?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Riccardo withdrew to the kitchen, and the conversation resumed.
“So tell me what he says about me. Word for word, please.”
“Well, he says you cramp his style. You object to his friends. You’re always bitching about something. You think he spends too much time worrying about his clothes and appearance, whereas, he says, it’s very important in his job to look well turned-out at all times. He says…he says you don’t satisfy him sexually…”
“What?” Angela exploded, “he says that? When I do all the work, and he lies there helplessly moaning and groaning, and then after he’s come he leaves me high and dry? Why, the little…”
“I’m sorry, Angela. There’s more, but I think that’s enough. I hate it. It’s embarrassing. And I know what he’s like. I guess he mentions me sometimes?”
“Oh, yes. You’re the “useless” assistant. You’re never there when he needs you. You’re continually trying to correct his work, which you don’t understand. You’re always late for work. You’re not as deferential as you should be - apparently you treat him as an equal!” She laughed drily. “You’re always chatting with your friends, or other people in the office. You don’t take your duties seriously enough. Shall I go on?”
“No thank you, Angela. I get the picture.” Maddy did not look pleased.
Riccardo returned with a tray. We sat there in silence for a while, sipping our coffee. Then Angela said,
“He’s going to pay. Oh, he is definitely going to pay.”
Fifteen minutes later we were descending the stairs into the basement. Dani switched on half the lights, so we could see pretty much everything. Angela was flabbergasted.
“This is amazing! Such a huge space!”
As we reached the bottom of the stairs, Andrew jumped up off his bunk and started rattling the bars.
“Angie! I’m here! Thank goodness! Get these mad women to let me out immediately! They’re in trouble now! This is false imprisonment. Yes, you two, you’re finished!”
Angela didn’t even look at him. She began wandering about, examining the equipment, an expression of slightly dazed wonderment on her face, like a little girl in a doll shop.
“This stuff is so cool! These whips…the leather…so smooth and flexible. And all the equipment is so well made. Stainless steel?” Dani nodded. “Yes, I thought so.”
“Angela! Do you hear me? What the hell are you doing? Get me out of here!”
She turned to him, smiling sweetly.
“All in good time, darling. You’ll be coming out soon, don’t worry. I love your little pinafore dress, by the way. It’s so cute. I’ve always thought you looked nice in blue.”
“What the f*** are you playing at? Get me out now!”
“Oh, all right. If you insist. You are getting a bit noisy, it’s true. Dani, could we…?”
“Of course.” Dani produced the key, went over, and unlocked the cage. Andrew burst out. No-one moved.
“My clothes! Now!”
But we had other ideas. We had already worked out our strategy. We grabbed him, all four of us, and dragged him screaming and swearing to a steel and wood pillory in the corner adjacent to his cage. I should describe this briefly. Two stout steel poles, about a metre apart, were bolted to the floor. Attached to them were two heavy wood planks, one above the other, each with corresponding half-circles cut out to receive the victim’s neck and wrists. In front of the poles was a wooden platform for him to stand on, fitted with a ratchet mechanism to adjust the height, and a central steel ring. We got his head and hands in place, and Dani slid down the upper plank and padlocked it in place. He was still complaining loudly, so she found a nice red rubber ball-gag on a strap for him. A couple of gentle taps with her whip persuaded him to open his mouth, and soon he was able only to emit muffled protests. She knelt down and buckled on a pair of ankle-cuffs, which she attached to each other with a short chain fed through the ring. All that remained was to adjust the height of the platform to make him comfortable.
“Is that all right, Andrew?” asked Dani, in a tone of solicitude. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back shortly. Oh, I see Angela just wants a photo of your sweet little face. There!”
Angela checked the picture she’d taken. “Perfect! I love the way the red gag matches his cheeks.”
We retired to a secluded corner of the room, where there were some easy chairs arranged in a circle. We sat down and discussed what to do next.
“I’m first,” said Angela, “I need to take out some of my anger on him, so I can calm down and enjoy myself properly.”
“Agreed. That okay with you, Maddy?”
“Of course. My turn will come. What’s the plan?”
“Yes, Danielle, tell us,” said Angela, “you’re the expert. What sort of punishment would you prescribe?”
Dani allowed herself an enigmatic smile, and leaned forward conspiratorially. She spoke in a low voice.
“I’m going to make a suggestion. I don’t know what your reaction will be. We first need to weaken his resistance, seduce him, and then entrap him. Ultimately, our aim would be…..” Our eyes widened as Dani unfolded her idea.
“But how would we…?” asked Maddy.
“We’d need Steve. Nicely dressed, he’d be perfect. Well, what do you think?”
We looked at each other.
"Steve's my brother," explained Maddy, "and he was Jacey's boyfriend."
“I see," said Angela. "It’s very, very bad,” she added, frowning. Then she laughed. “Let’s do it!”
“Agreed!” said Maddy. “Jacey, are you in?”
“I’m in!” I responded excitedly. “Steve’s going to be so happy. He’s been having a miserable time lately, spending hours doing housework in that same outfit. I’ll ring him now.”
I picked up my phone and dialled Steve’s number. He answered promptly, as he had been taught.
“Yes, Miss Jacinth?”
“Get your little ass over to Madam Danielle’s right away. Understand? Take a cab. And there’s no need to change.”
“But, miss…..”
“Do it! Or else.”
“Yes, miss. Right away, miss.”
“Okay, girls. He’s on his way,” I grinned.
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Chapter 15. A Very Bad Plan.
Angela spent the next half hour softening Andrew up. She pinned up the back of his little skirt with a big safety pin, exposing his knickers. At Dani’s suggestion, she alternated arousal with discipline. First, she would stand by his head and fondle him, at the same time kissing his cheeks and whispering the rudest suggestions into his ears, which she nibbled and licked at the same time. When he was fully aroused, she would pick up a whip and punish him for his lubricity. Then she would start the whole process over again. The frustration and confusion this generated soon reduced him to a state of abject docility. In the meantime, Dani had instructed Riccardo to conduct Steve to one of the upstairs bedrooms. She, Maddy and I left Angela to her own devices and went up to deal with him. Our brief was very simple – to make him into the most attractive woman we could. We had Dani’s huge wardrobe of women’s and girls’ clothes to choose from, and a vast selection of makeup. Dani left us to it. Riccardo, whose experience in matters of transformation was second to none, remained with us to assist.
First of all, Steve was stripped, bathed, and shaved all over. To his chagrin, Riccardo was seconded to execute these tasks. His wig was still securely adhered to his head, and required no attention. He seemed to have become accepting of it as his own hair. We found him the most amazing outfit just his size. I’ll try to describe it, but I won’t be able to do it justice. It consisted of a dress, stockings, armlets, and collar. The dress was shortish with a flared skirt, a round neck, and puff sleeves that came half-way down his upper arms. It was pink and white – mainly white, but the skirt with broad pale pink and white bands, and with narrow pale pink hoops around the body and cuffs. The neck and sleeves were decorated with big white frills, and there was a big, dark pink bow attached to the side of the skirt just below the waist. Underneath, he wore pink spandex panties with a front zip. On his forearms he wore white armlets, frilled at both ends, and decorated at each end with pink hoops, with two big dark pink satin bows at the wrists. On his legs were white over-the-knee stockings with dark pink lacing and big dark pink satin bows at the tops. A pink satin ribbon, loosely tied, hung from the front of the collar, and the ensemble was completed by a pink satin choker with white frills. Maddy took charge of his makeup. She used enough foundation to hide any hint of his beard, and a subtle application of blusher. His lips were painted with a pale pink lip-gloss, and his eyelids with a hint of pink eye shadow, with a modest application of mascara. He looked quite breathtaking, and one hundred percent female! We ordered him to sit in the armchair by the dressing table, to stay still so he didn’t spoil his appearance, and to await instructions. Then we returned to the dungeon.
Andrew was still being teased mercilessly, not only by his erstwhile girlfriend, but now by Dani as well. He had been released from the pillory, and we found him down on his knees before the two women, his hands secured behind him with handcuffs. While Angela relied on her female charms – she had removed her shirt and bra, and stood over him just in her jeans and ankle boots – Dani appealed to his fetishistic desires by placing her booted legs within an inch or two of his nose, and stroking his cheek with her latex-gloved hand. They seemed between them to have worked the poor thing into a terrible state of frustration. He was begging and pleading with tears in his eyes, whether for mercy or relief or both I couldn’t determine. He was a mere shadow of the brash, confident young man of the previous night.
Eventually, Dani led him back to the cage and locked him in. His arms remained cuffed. He went and lay down on the bunk with his back to us. Dani winked at me, and indicated we should go back upstairs. When she saw Steve, she gasped with delight.
“Oh, he looks beautiful! Well done, girls. Let’s make her smell as good as she looks, shall we?”
She gave him a good squirt of Chanel, and ruffled his wig. Then she addressed him directly. The plan was being put into action.
“Now, Steve, I need you to perform a service for me. If you succeed, you will be allowed to go back to work tomorrow in your male clothes. If you fail, you will still be going back to work, but dressed as a ten-year-old girl. So take your choice.”
Steve stared at her with a mixture of fear and hope.
“What do I have to do?”
“How are you feeling? I gather Jacey has denied you sex since your status changed. Correct?”
“Yes,” he responded, dolefully.
“How would you feel about a lovely long, passionate blow-job?”
“Sorry?”
“You heard. Okay, this is what you need to do. Downstairs in the cage is a friend of ours. By now, he’s extremely frustrated. In a minute, we’re going to lock you in there with him. Your task is to seduce him. He may not be able to decide whether you’re a man or a woman, but by the time you’ve provoked him he probably won’t care.” Steve looked alarmed. “Don’t worry, we’re not asking you to do anything for him, just to allow his instincts to take their course. Are you up for it?”
Steve hesitated. “I get to go back to work just as usual?”
“Yes. I promise.”
“I don’t have to do anything to him?”
“No. Just lie back, close your eyes, and enjoy yourself.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, “I’ll do it. Once it’s done, what then?”
“We’ll let you both out. If you want to go home, you can. Or you can spend the rest of the day with us, and Riccardo will cook us all a nice supper.”
He sighed. “Let’s do it then. Before I change my mind.”
“Good decision, Steve. Oh, and by the way, your name’s Stephanie now, okay?”
“Stephanie. Yeah. Okay.”
As Dani led him out of the bedroom, Maddy and I looked at each other.
“You know,” she said, “although he pretended to be reluctant, I thought I detected a hint of eagerness there.”
“Me too, Mads! I reckon Dani may have been right about him. Let’s hope Andrew is the same way inclined, shall we?”
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Chapter 16. Boys will be Girls.
I didn’t explain earlier what Dani’s plan for Andrew was. First, she told Angela about his confession. She was speechless. She just sat there gaping. Eventually she found her voice.
“He actually said that?
“Yes.”
“Well I’ve always known he was a wimp, of course. If we have an argument, he gets all petulant and sulky, and if I don’t give him a good seeing-to then he goes and takes all his frustrations out on someone else – Maddy, or the other girls at work, I expect. But this explains a lot.”
“So I was wondering, whether he would be happier as a woman – or a little girl, for that matter. I have some friends who are experts in the field. They do it professionally. They call themselves ‘Transcendence’. I know, it’s a bit cheesy, but they know what they’re doing.”
“Really? Do you think we could?”
“I think he’s perfect material. And he may end up a much nicer person. At least, a lot less arrogant and egotistical.”
“Wow. I’m excited. I’m trying to imagine what he would be like. I’m sure he would be as vain as ever. But that’s more acceptable in a female, isn’t it?”
“Imagine him putting on his makeup and doing his hair!”
Angela laughed. “I’m imagining him more as a little girl! You know, all dress up and show off. That would be so sweet!”
“Anyway, that’s my idea.”
“I see,” said Angela. “It’s very, very bad,” she added, frowning. Then she laughed. “Let’s do it!”
“What does everyone else think?” asked Dani.
We all eagerly assented. It was decided. Andrew’s fate was sealed.
So now here we were, with Steve nicely prepared and ready to be sent down to meet Andrew. This was the first test. If it failed, we were back to square one. We followed Dani to the dungeon door.
“Now listen, Stephanie,” she said, quietly, “you’re just another captive, OK? We lured you here by devious means, and then subjugated you, right?”
“Well you did, as a matter of fact.”
“Nonsense! You came of your own accord, remember? It was your sister and your girlfriend who took you in hand. But better you tell him you were drugged or whatever, and woke up like this. That should make him sympathetic.”
Steve looked at her suspiciously, but said nothing.
“Now, I’m going to cuff you, but I’m also going to give you the key. You can say you picked it off the dressing table while we weren’t looking. He’s going to be very grateful to you for that. He must be feeling pretty miserable by now, and having a fellow sufferer in there with him should cheer him up. Someone in just the same boat. Be nice to him. Console him. Plan your escape, if you like. Just remember what I said, and consider how you’d like to appear at work tomorrow…”
She cuffed his hands behind his back, pressed the little key into one of them, and picked up a whip from beside the door.
“Let’s go.” She pushed him through the doorway, turning to us with a sly wink, and whispered, “the CCTV’s in the lounge. Riccardo is setting it up now.”
When we entered the lounge, Riccardo had just finished routing two of the CCTV streams into the main television screen. On the wall behind the TV, what I had taken to be a drinks cupboard with a roll door had been opened, revealing a CCTV console with six small screens. He stood up, bowed slightly, and retired. We settled down to watch. The feed was in colour, and high quality. The screen was split, the left side from a camera right above the bunk, the right from an elevated position opposite. On the console we saw Steve being marched down the staircase and crossing the room. Dani went ahead and unlocked the door of the cage. We saw Andrew turn his head, and then sit up. She pushed Steve inside, relocked the door, and made her way back to the staircase. Inside the cage, Steve was standing sheepishly, looking around him. Andrew seemed to be asking him something, but at that stage we had no sound. A moment later Dani reappeared in the lounge.
“OK, let’s see what transpires – if anything.”
She touched the keypad of the console, and we got sound.
“… did you get here?” Andrew was asking.
“Er, I dunno,” replied Steve, sounding slightly bemused, “I just went for a drink, like, and the next thing I knew…”
“They did the same to me!” cried Andrew, “the bitches!”
“What are they going to do to us?” whimpered Steve. He was very convincing. I was impressed.
“Whatever it is, they’re going to regret it,” snarled Andrew. “Get these f***ing cuffs off me!” he shouted, at the top of his voice, hoping I suppose that we could hear. But his voice merely echoed around the cavernous dungeon.
“Oh, I managed to steal the key when they weren’t looking,” said Steve. It’s in my hand.”
“You did? Well done! Here, unlock me and then I’ll unlock you.”
“That’s one up to us,” he smiled, as they stood back to back and Steve fiddled with his cuffs. “Careful. Don’t drop it. That’s it. Great! That’s better!”
He removed the other cuff, then unlocked Steve. He seemed blissfully unaware we were watching everything.
“Doesn’t he realise he’s on CCTV?” asked Angela.
“Obviously not,” returned Dani. “The cameras are quite invisible. They’re tiny, and built into the fittings. He hasn’t registered how high-tech the place is. Steve was the same. It’s the bare brick walls, I think. He thinks he’s in some sort of medieval torture-chamber. Poor child.”
The boys had started chatting, comparing notes. Steve was not going to admit he had originally come there voluntarily.
“Yeah, I went out for a quiet drink with my sister and her friend, and the next thing I knew I woke up here stark naked. If I hadn’t let them put me in this dress I’d still be naked.”
“Your sister? That’s rubbish!”
“Yeah. Madeline. She can be a right bitch when she wants to.”
“Madeline? Oh, my god! Madeline! Yes! I thought I recognised that other one. She works at Mason and Partridge, right?”
“That’s right. Do you know her?”
“F***! It was dark when they came down. I thought she looked familiar. She’s one of my assistants. She’s a f***ing useless cow! I can tell you this – she’s not going to be working there much longer, once I get out of here!”
I could see my Steve’s face that, even in present circ-umstances, he didn’t much like hearing his sister called a useless cow. But his frown quickly gave way to a pleasant smile.
“We should introduce ourselves. Andrew, isn’t it? I’m Steve.”
But Andrew had no conception of the social niceties.
“F***ing Madeline. That’s all I need! I bet she orchestrated the whole thing. I’ll get that bitch, just wait and see.”
“Let’s sit down and talk about how we’re going to get out of here,” said Steve, soothingly.
He went and sat on the bed. His stiff flared skirt rose up at the front, offering a peek of his pink panties. I had to admit, he did look quite alluring. I decided that when we were back to normal - well, something like normal – I wanted to ravish him in that dress. Not as my boyfriend, of course – that was all over – but as my helpless little maid.
Andrew sat down next to him. He couldn’t get Madeline out of his head.
“So she f***cked us both over,” he brooded. “She was there in the corner when Angela was beating me. There’s no way she can go back to work with my firm. I’ll make sure she gets sacked. It’ll be my turn to f*** her up!”
“Oh, really?” murmured Maddy. “We’ll see about that.”
Meanwhile Steve was playing his part well. He put his head in his hands.
“How we gonna get outa here?” he whined. “You know they’ve gone out for the day? They won’t be back till five.”
Andrew snapped out of vengeance mode. He looked sympathetically at his cellmate, and put a hand on his thigh.
“There, there, don’t worry. We’ll be out soon. They don’t know we’ve got our cuffs off. When they do come back, just keep your hands behind your back, and when they open the door we’ll jump them! OK?”
“Yeah, I guess. I’m so worried. I might lose my job over this.” Steve began to sob quietly.
“No you won’t, Steve. We’ll work it out.”
“They said I have to call myself Stephanie from now on.”
“They said I’m Andrea!”
“That’s a pretty name…. but you are very…handsome.”
“Yeah, well, I guess. But you’re pretty, Stephanie!” He said this with a guffaw, but in a tone that wasn’t entirely ironical.
Steve made the most of it.
“Do you think so…? I…you know…I don’t really mind dressing up, so long as it’s not in public. In fact I sort of like it. I thought of agreeing to come back and dress up again in return for being allowed to go back to work.”
“I understand, Steve…er, Stephanie. I understand.” Andrew put his arm around Steve’s waist. That really is a very pretty outfit, you know. The pink suits you so well…”
Steve threw his arms round Andrew.
“Andrea, I'm really worried. S’pose we can’t escape, and they keep us here forever?”
“Don’t be silly, Stephanie, they can’t do that. There, there. Here, stop crying, lie down, and have a cuddle. That’s right. Calm yourself – everything’s going to be all right.”
Andrew helped Steve lie down nearest the wall, and nursed him in his arms. I could see him inhaling Steve’s scent. Steve allowed his head to sink onto Andrew’s shoulder, and closed his eyes. Andrew looked down at him, smiling. He began softly to smooth down the pink satin dress. His hand travelled down to Steve’s waist.
“Go to sleep if you like,” he whispered. After a few moments he gently kissed Steve’s ear. Steve squirmed ever so slightly, and make a faint appreciative noise. Andrew repeated the gesture, and pressed himself closer to his new friend. We watched, fascinated.
“Yes, that’s right,” murmured Dani, “don’t stop…”
As if in reply, Andrew pressed his lips to Steve’s ear again, and took the lobe between his teeth. Steve let out a little gasp. Andrew’s hand moved lower, onto Steve’s bare thigh, stroking first the side, and then the front. Then it moved up under Steve’s skirt.
“Andrea…!” groaned Steve.
“Goodness, Stephanie, these little panties….they’re really too small for a big girl like you, aren’t they? Here, maybe this will help.”
We heard the sound of a zip being slowly undone. Steve let out a moan, pulled Andrew’s head towards him, and fastened his lips on his friend’s.
“My god,” I said, “this is mutual. Steve’s not acting now, is he?”
The tension in the lounge was palpable.
Andrew’s arm was moving back and forth now, in a steady, subtle rhythm. After a minute or so, he detached his lips from Steve’s and slid slowly down the bed. Softly raising Steve’s skirt, he gave us a perfect view of my boyfriend’s erection. I almost felt nostalgic. The next moment, half of it had disappeared inside Andrew’s mouth, and his head was moving gently to and fro.
Angela was sitting between Maddy and me. “Oh, my….!” she exclaimed, grasping and squeezing both our hands in her excitement, “am I really seeing this?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” laughed Maddy. “It’s on record, right Dani?”
Dani nodded.
“Then you’d better get onto your friends as soon as possible,” she remarked.
“Ooh, yes, do!” exclaimed Angela.
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A sissy sex scene interesting further then what the girls thought might happen. Did Steve really want this? Keep up the good story to see where this goes
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Chapter 17. A Consummation Devoutly to be Wished.
For the moment, however, all we could focus on was the drama unfolding in front of our eyes. It was obvious both the boys were totally absorbed in their lovemaking. So were we. I thought it was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Steve was no longer acting, that was clear. I began to understand where his true sexuality lay.
All at once he extricated himself, dragged Andrew up the bed, and lay down again with his head opposite his friend’s thighs. He yanked down Andrew’s tights and bulging panties, unleashing his swollen member. Taking it gently in his hand, he drew back the foreskin and, after a moment’s hesitation, slid his lips over the glistening tip. He grasped a handful of Andrew’s little pinafore dress and held it tight, to keep him close, his other hand gripping the base of the shaft. Steve must have been close to orgasm, but with commendable self-control he focussed his attention on repaying the compliment with interest, his head bobbing back and forth, while his cheeks flexed with the oscillation of his tongue.
Maddy clapped her hand to her mouth and leant forward eagerly.
“I don’t believe it! Just look at them!”
“He’s never shown that much enthusiasm with me!” murmured Angela, sounding slightly hurt.
“But now at last they're both getting what they really wanted all along,” said Dani, quietly.
We watched as the scene played itself out. Steve was the first to surrender, spasms of pleasure shaking his body, while he emitted a series of muffled, distinctly feminine, squeals. Poor Andrew was inundated, drawing a short, satisfied laugh from Angela. However, after briefly withdrawing to gulp in air, Steve continued, his enthusiasm apparently undiminished. Andrew rolled onto his back, eyes closed, moaning softly. His blouse and the front of his pinafore were quite spoiled, and strings of sticky fluid were trickling down his throat and cheeks. However, it was several more minutes before he too succ-umbed, winding his fingers in Steve’s hair and crying out with ecstasy. Steve proved much greedier than his friend, and hardly spilt a drop. Eventually he fell back, and they lay there, exhausted and unmoving, their cheeks still rosy with arousal, their lovely dresses soiled and dishevelled .
“Phew! That was spectacular!” exclaimed Maddy, sitting back in her chair.
“What a pair of total sissies!” sneered Angela. “Oh! Sorry girls, I didn’t mean to criticise Steve. I mean, it really wasn’t his idea, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” said Dani, “that’s true. But he certainly played his part well. I didn’t really expect our little venture was going to be that successful!”
“Do you think they’re both sissies? Or do you think it goes further than that?” I asked.
“Well I don’t know about Steve,” replied Angela, “but now I’m convinced Andrew needs to be a girl. I think he’d be much happier. I certainly would,” she added, with a grin.
We sat there in a thoughtful silence for a minute. Then Dani suggested coffee.
“I’ve got a better idea,” said Angela, “why don’t we leave them to it, like we were supposed to, and go out for lunch? I think a little celebration is called for. And we need to decide on our next moves.”
Her idea was universally welcomed. Dani turned off the cameras – “I think they deserve a little privacy now. And in any case, I don’t think anything could follow that!” – and we all piled into Angela’s car, which was the biggest, and headed for the restaurant.
Over lunch we discussed our strategy.
“I think we should give both of them the same treatment,” I suggested. “It seems only fair.” I was feeling aroused by what I had seen, and at that moment the prospect of sending Steve further down the road to womanhood seemed very exciting. All sorts of possibilities were turning themselves over in my mind.
“I know how you feel, darling,” said Dani, putting her hand on mine, “but one thing at a time. I think these two may end up being an item, don’t you? In which case it may be nice if one becomes a girl, and the other remains a boy – or at least a boy-girl,” she laughed.
“Oh, yes, I see what you mean,” I replied. “Well, a boy-girl or a girl-boy will do, I guess. Either way, it’ll be fun.”
“What do you think, Angela and Maddy?”
“Absolutely, Dani,” smiled Maddy. “You’re the boss.”
“You know what I think,” said Angela. “I can’t wait to see the tables turned on that self-important little twat.”
“So how’s it going to work, Dani? What’s the programme?” asked Maddy.
“Well,” replied Dani, sipping her champagne, “tomorrow they’re both going back to work as normal.”
“Really?” protested Angela, “what about the feminisation then?”
“Oh, plenty of time,” said Dani. “Look. We own them, right? It’s quite simple. Tomorrow I’ll phone my friends, and book Andrew in. They’re always busy, so it won’t be for a week or two, I’m sure. In the meantime, they can both go back and live their normal, boring lives. When I know the dates, they will both be instructed to take a week’s or a fortnight’s holiday. Andrew will get the treatment, and Steve I think should at least have some training. While he's away, Maddy will inform Mason and Partridge that her boss has decided to transition, so that his workmates will be prepared for when he returns.”
“He’s bound to resist,” said Angela.
“Angela, dear, he won’t have any choice. Neither of them would dare risk having that video made public. No, he’ll go quietly, take it from me. And in any case, somewhere deep down we know he wants it.”
“Oh, god,” said Maddy, “if this works, it’s gonna be so great! The girls at the office will be ecstatic! A few weeks ago I heard on the grapevine he tried to grope one of them at last year’s Christmas party! Oh, Angela, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that..”
“Seriously?” exclaimed Angela. “Pathetic! Well, if this goes as planned, he’ll be the one getting groped this year!”
We stayed at the restaurant until after three. Angela wanted to get back to the house – as the driver, she’d only had one glass of champagne. “But I’ll make up for it,” she said. She drove us home, and we retired to the garden, where Riccardo served us coc-ktails.
“Riccardo,” asked Dani, “give me your professional opinion.”
“Yes, madam?”
“Those two guys downstairs. You’ve seen them. We’re planning to, you know, bring at least one of them over to our side, if you know what I mean. What do you think?”
He hesitated for a moment.
“Madam, I don’t think you’ll have any problems. With either of them. If I had to choose, I would say the fair one will be the easiest. And he’ll probably end up being the most glamorous, too.”
“Riccardo? Do I detect a hint of, how can I put it? – interest?”
“My inclinations are unworthy of your attention, madam.”
“Hmm. We’ll see. If things work out, however, I might decide to allocate him to you for…evaluation.”
“Thank you, madam. Of course, I’ll assist you in any way I can.”
As Riccardo withdrew, we all looked at Dani.
“He’s a pet,” she whispered, with a smile, “he’s totally bisexual, which makes him especially susceptible to boys dressed as girls and girls dressed as boys. But he never allows his feelings to interfere with his duties.”
“Where did you find him?” asked Maddy.
“We met at a BDSM party five years ago. He was organising the floor shows. I offered him a job, and he’s been with me ever since. We’re best friends, but he enjoys playing the servant as much as I enjoy playing the mistress. It’s a perfect arrangement.”
“He’s sweet,” said Angela. “I think he very fanciable. I could easily…”
“I’m sure he’d be up for it.”
“Really? Maybe… It would make Andrew jealous, even though I know now he probably fancies boys more. He would still regard me as his property, though. He would hate the idea of me going with another guy.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yes… I can see definite possibilities there…”
We sat in the garden until the sun began to sink, then went indoors. Riccardo met us in the lounge, and handed Dani two flash drives.
“The recordings, as you asked, madam.”
“Thank you, Riccardo.”
Then she went into the bedroom and laid the boys’ everyday clothes out on the bed in two neat piles, all except their underwear. Then, with a wink at us, she tossed two packs of satiny panties onto each pile. We filed through the broom cupboard, entered the basement, and trooped downstairs. As we descended there was a flurry of activity in the cage, and we found Andrew and Steve standing there trying to look innocent, with their hands behind their backs. We burst out laughing.
“It’s all right boys,” said Dani, “you don’t have to worry. We’re setting you free. Go upstairs – your other clothes are in the bedroom. Go and change.”
She unlocked the door. They couldn’t get up the stairs quick enough. But before they reached the top she called to them.
“Just one thing. You’ll find I’ve issued each of you with six pairs of panties. These are to be worn instead of your regular ones until I see you next. Understood? We may come to your work to do a spot check, so don’t try and cheat. If either of you fails a check, you’ll both be exposed, so if I were you I’d stick to the rules. Got it?”
“Yes, miss!”
“Yes, madam!”
While they were dressing, Dani called them a cab. We walked to the front door to wait for it. True to form, Andrew came marching along the corridor, all full of bluster once again.
“You lot are done, do you understand? I…”
“What's the matter, Andrew? Panties too toght? Before you go any further, darling, or say something inadvisable, you need to view what’s on this.” Dani handed him a flash drive and a piece of paper.
“What’s this?” he growled.
“Go home and watch it. My number’s there. Here’s one for you, Steve.”
Steve had appeared behind him, looking rather sheepish.
“Oh, and good job, by the way.”
Andrew looked at his friend suspiciously. “What…?”
“Listen. Look at those, then call me after ten tomorrow morning. Not before. Understand?”
Steve nodded, but Andrew didn’t reply. He had opened his mouth to say something, however, when the cab arrived, and Dani ushered them out onto the front steps.
“Bye, bye, boys. Don’t forget. After ten.”
She shut the door, and we returned to the lounge.
After the boys had left, Riccardo prepared dinner. It must have been about nine. We had eaten and were relaxing with drinks, chatting happily about all sorts of things. Then Dani’s phone rang. She answered.
“Hello?... Andrew? I told you… Who said I’m going to publish it?… Calm down!... I will, if you don’t be quiet. That’s better. Now listen. When I tell you to do something, you do it! Understand? Do you understand? Right. So get off the phone, and call me when I instructed you to. You’re sorry? So am I. That’s a black mark against you already. Yes. Goodbye!”
She looked at us.
“Really! He just doesn’t get it, does he? But he’ll learn, we’ll make sure of that.”
“He’s such a bully,” said Angela. “He’s been so used to getting his own way, he can’t cope with being on the receiving end.”
“Well he’s going to have to learn, isn’t he?” laughed Maddy. “I can’t wait to get to work tomorrow and see how he is. There’s going to be a few changes at Mason and Partridge, if I’m not mistaken!”
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Chapter 18. Reporting for Duty.
Angela and Maddy left about eleven. I didn’t have lectures Monday morning, so I stayed over. In any case, I was curious to hear the conversations between Dani and the boys. I had some pretty weird dreams that night, and awoke in a bit of a daze to the smell of coffee. There was a steaming cup on my bedside table, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of Riccardo’s uniform disappearing around the bedroom door. I drank my coffee, showered, dressed, and went down to breakfast. Dani was sitting at the kitchen table, munching a croissant and looking relaxed. She smiled a greeting.
“How did you sleep, J?”
“Not bad. You?”
“Fine, once I got to sleep. I was lying there making plans for about an hour.”
“Interesting plans?”
“Oh, very. However,” she said, checking the kitchen clock, “it’s after nine. I must ring my friends. I’ll put it on speaker.”
She laid her phone on the table between us and dialled a number.
“This is the team,” she confided, “Debbie’s an old friend.”
“Hello? Doctor Cavendish speaking.”
“Debbie! Hi, it’s me, Danielle Kidson. How are you?”
“Dani! Nice to hear from you! I’ve been meaning to ring you for the last month. I’ve moved to new premises, just outside Denton. So we’re only about twenty miles away from you now.”
“Is Jayne still with you?”
“Of course. Couldn’t operate without her. What’s happening? Anything interesting?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. I’ve got a new patient for you. How are you fixed?”
“Well, we’re pretty busy till the end of the month. But there are two weeks free at the beginning of June. Monday the third on. Any good?”
“Perfect! I’d need both weeks, I think. He’d be an in-patient, if that’s OK.”
“No problem. We’ve got more room now anyway. What’s the deal?”
“Nothing surgical for now, but otherwise the full works, and training.”
“Ooh, sounds interesting. Is he compliant?”
“Not really, but he hasn’t got a choice, if you know what I mean.”
“Good. I like a them with a little bit of fight. Is he…eligible?”
“Definitely. Physically and mentally, though he wouldn’t admit it.”
“Excellent. It’s booked. Now, do you fancy going for a drink sometime this month? It would be great to catch up. And we could discuss your subject. What’s his name?”
“Andrew Fraser.”
“I’ll write that in. OK. You free Friday week?”
“Yes.”
“Ok. I’ll call you. See you then!”
“Do you mind if I bring a friend? A young trainee of mine. I think you’ll like her.”
“Of course not. I’d like to meet her. Look forward to it. Bye for now, darling.”
“Bye sweetie!”
Dani smiled at me. “She’s lovely. I’ve known her for years. She was a GP until she decided to specialise. Very competent. I hope you can make it.”
“Thanks. Of course.”
“Now all we have to is wait for the boys to call.”
Predictably, Andrew rang first. It was actually a minute before ten, but he was obviously in a stew. He was whispering, he explained, as he was calling from work.
“Right, Andrew. Are you wearing your panties?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Good. Now this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to book two weeks holiday, starting on the third of June.”
“I can’t do that! I’ve already arranged my holidays for August!”
“Well you’ll have to re-arrange them, won’t you?”
“That’s a problem.”
“Well then it’s your problem, not mine.”
“I suppose I could say Angela could only get June…”
“I don’t care what you say or how you do it, Andrew. You have your instructions. Goodbye.”
A couple of minutes later Steve rang, sounding nervous.
“It’s Steve.”
“Good morning, Steve. What underwear are you wearing at the moment?”
“My new panties that you gave me, miss.”
“I hope so. Now listen. You are to take the week beginning the tenth of June off from work, and come here. You have some training to do.”
Steve knew better than to argue.
“Yes, miss.”
“Good boy. Your friend will already have had a week’s….er, therapy by then. We’ve decided that, for the time being, all you need is a little instruction in manners and deportment. I think you’ll find it quite enjoyable, providing you behave yourself and do what you’re told.”
“I will. Thank you, miss.”
“Right. See you in June. Goodbye.”
“There, all organised. They’ve got their orders. I wonder if they’ll exchange notes?”
“Probably – after all, they’ve already exchanged bodily fluids! If they do, I’ll get it out of Steve, don’t worry.”
“I’m sure you will. Keep me informed, Jacey.”
I left Dani after lunch and headed off to college. It had been an exciting and revealing weekend! But I felt sure there was even better to come!
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First of all, thank you for your efforts in providing an intriguing story, especially at a time when most of us are home and staying there for awhile. The story seems to differ a bit from the usual genre on Betty's site but I find the realism most fascinating. The best fiction, in my opinion, is the most plausible and this story is at the head of the class.
In recent chapters, however, the realism has slipped a bit but that is the nature of fiction. After all, in the current environment Andrew, as a lawyer, would know that his firm could only support him coming out as gay or trans or be in very hot water legally. Plus he was illegally detained and he has the evidence of the blackmail on the flash drive. The character seems to be portrayed as a competent lawyer, if also a reprehensible personality, who would have recorded the conversation with Dani, after obtaining a warrant to do so if required, and used this as evidence of blackmail. Again, not trying to be contrary, just making observations.
My only real quibble with the story line so far is why engaging in male/male s_x indicates a desire to become feminine or physically a woman as discussed by Dani, et al. Andrew and Steve are only dressed in women's clothes because they were coerced (at least Andrew was) and I'm missing any other indication of their feminine leanings.
Again, these are merely observations and not meant to irritate the author. In fact, this story seems to have received very few comments given the efforts of the author and the quality of the writing. So Sandra B, again bravo for your efforts.
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Thanks for your very thoughtful critique, babycakes.
To deal first with Andrew’s passivity, I agree that he would be aware of his firm’s legal obligations, and also that he probably possesses enough evidence to support a prosecution for blackmail. I can only suggest that he may feel an unwarranted fear of exposure, partly because of his own underlying insecurity and need to appear unquestionably masculine.
Your second point is well taken. I can see that the lack of evidential substance for their apparent feminine dispositions is a weakness. The only explanation I can offer is that the girls somehow divined and exploited what only they suspected, though even they were taken aback by the success of their experiment. Moreover, I admit I have not been altogether comfortable with the direction I have taken. I have tried to indicate that I am not implying any general relationship between cross dressing, enforced or otherwise, and bisexuality or homosexuality, just that these individuals, like most people, are an unpredictable confusion of desires, regrets, and uncertainties.
Sandra B
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Thank you for another update in this story. I like how Andrew is being forced to do what the ladies want.
Steve it appears is just an innocent pawn in this but i think he will end up enjoying what comes along.
Again thank you for the update
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Chapter 19. Dangerous.
I was pretty busy at college that week, with exams coming up, though I took the Tuesday afternoon off to assist Dani with a female client, Sarah Winstone, a slim, middle-aged woman who I’ll tell you about later. I didn’t do much, just helped with the straps and chains, and watched Dani working. It was fun, though. Sarah was dressed as a young girl. She had admitted to doing something naughty - I can't even remember what is was now. She had big, frightened, doe-like eyes, which she kept fixed on Dani all the while she was being admonished. Dani was standing, hands on hips, questioning her like a strict headmistress. Sarah was biting her lower lip nervously, and then started to sob quietly. Dani sat down and ordered her to lie across her knee, in preparation for a spanking. She complied meekly, even asking whether she should take her knickers off. It crossed my mind that she would be the perfect client for me to practise on.
I had a text from Angela that evening, thanking me for my contribution to Andrew’s undoing, though I felt I had done very little to assist in Dani’s scheme. Dani rang me on Friday to say she had no clients that weekend, and that she’d see me the following Friday evening. She and Debbie had arranged to meet at Ishtar Bar, a local Turkish restaurant, at seven. I was looking forward to it with interest. I didn’t hear from Maddy all that first week, but she rang me on Saturday morning.
“Hi, J! How are you, darling?”
“I’m fine thanks, Maddy. How are you? And how’s it been at work?”
“I’m good. Andrew. Oh, my god, the poor thing. He’d been so quiet and subdued. People kept asking him if he was feeling OK. He couldn’t even look me in the face. So at the end of work yesterday I asked to speak to him. He agreed, reluctantly. I went into his office and he closed the door. I took a seat, but he just paced up and down. I said to him, “Look, Andrew, if you really can’t go through with this, you know you could always refuse and take the consequences. All right, you might end up on Pornhub or something, but what the hell? What you did isn’t a crime.” He looked at me aghast, and started stammering. “I don’t even know what she’s planning to do with me. How can I make a choice? I can’t stop thinking about it.” So I told him. “You know, all I think she will do is to help you to find your real self. Don’t be nervous. Dani’s not a monster. She sees things in people that others don’t. Relax, Andrew. Think of it as therapy.” “Therapy?" he said. "You’re joking. I don’t know why I did that…with Steve. Why did I do it? Idiot!” “Maybe you did it because you found him attractive. For once you escaped all the conventions, and just did what came naturally. That’s a positive thing. Have you spoken to him since?” He had, apparently. "I did call him once," he said, "just to…you know…make sure he was OK and that.” “So you're still friends?” He said, "I guess..." I asked him about Angela. Appaerently she rang him on Monday and they had "a long talk.” So I asked him what she said. I thought she might have told him he was dumped. So did he. But she seems to be playing a long game. Apparently, she said something about him “always having a place in her life”. I think Andrew thought that was positive, but I thought it sounded ambiguous. Don't you?"
“Knowing her, yes. We'll see what happens. Dani's invited me to go out for dinner with her and her doctor friend next Friday. I’ll let you know what she's like.”
When I got to the restaurant that Friday evening, I spotted Dani, by herself, in the corner. I could see why they’d chosen this place. It had separate, high-sided booths, so that each party had privacy. I waved and went over to join her.
“Hi J. Sit down. Debbie’s on her way.”
I sat opposite her. She was sipping a glass of white wine. There was an open bottle of Sauvignon Blanc on the table between us in an ice-bucket. She poured me a glass.
“Your favourite, I see,” I remarked. “How’s things?”
“Busy, darling,” she smiled. “I've been run off my feet. My arm is quite aching. I’ve had some very bad boys this week. Pity you weren’t free. But it keeps me fit, I suppose.” She glanced at the door. “Oh, here she is. Debbie! Over here!” - and then, in a whisper - “be careful, J. This one can be dangerous.”
A young woman was approaching. She wasn’t quite what I had been expecting. Dani had said she used to be a GP, so I was imagining someone serious and professional-looking, possibly middle-aged, and probably dressed in something conservative, a black trouser suit or something of that sort. Instead I found myself looking at a woman in her early thirties with short, almost cropped, bleached hair, a squarish face, sharp blue eyes, and big silver hoop earrings. She was wearing a black spandex cat suit with a low round neck, short boots with high heels which came about a third of the way up her calves, and a little red leather jacket. She wore a plain silver necklet and carried a shoulder bag. She had a very youthful and careless air about her, and she almost skipped over to our table. She embraced Dani with unrestrained affection, which she broke off suddenly, in order to turn her attention to me.
“And this is Jacinth?”
I was rising to greet her, when she pushed me gently back into my seat, at once sat down beside me, and kissed me on the cheek. I was enveloped in a cloud of subtle, sweet perfume.
“I’ve heard all about you, my dear. Oh, don’t worry, all of it good,” she laughed. “Dani’s lucky to have found such a willing and pretty assistant!”
I felt slightly embarrassed, to tell the truth. Almost intimidated. But the feeling only lasted a few moments. I could sense the intelligence beneath her breezy vivacity. And warmth, as well.
“Don’t mind me,” she smiled, taking me by the hand and looking into my eyes, “I’m just excited to see you both.”
She picked up her glass, which Dani had just finished filling, and took a large gulp.
“Oh…. That’s better. Dani, it’s so good to see you. It’s been too long. How are you? How’s Riccardo?”
“We’re both very well, Debs. It’s great to see you, too. I like your new look. You look about seventeen in that outfit. And your hair… Very cool.”
“Oh, I just wanted a change. I was getting dowdy. That’s what medical practice does for you. I thought our little soirée would be a good excuse. Now tell me all the news.”
“I will. Waiter? Can we have another…. Thank you.”
They began chatting away quietly, leaning towards each other across the table, discussing people I’d never heard of. The waiter brought another bottle of wine. Debbie placed a hand on my shoulder.
“We’re not being rude, Jacinth. We have a tiny bit of catching up to do. Can you put up with our nattering for a few minutes?”
“Course, Debbie. Take your time.” I was quite happy to sit there, sipping wine and casting occasional little glances at my new acquaintance. There was something about her which fascinated me. She was so animated and outgoing, but I felt there was a lot more to her than met the eye. No, that’s a rather weak way of putting it. I felt a tremendously complex emotional personality hidden beneath the extroversion, the depths of which, even on such short acquaintance, I yearned to explore. That’s what made her so captivating. And “dangerous”, I thought. I imagined she must have many lovers, of both sexes. Looking from one of them to the other felt like comparing two agile and beautiful cats. I felt privileged to have been adopted into Dani’s world. Each day I felt more like an adult than a child or a teenager. There is a certain sensation that comes after you fall in love, when you realise that it is reciprocated. You become overwhelmed, engulfed in pure happiness. That was something like what I was feeling that evening.
After my companions had finished their little tête-à-tête, Debbie began to ask me about my life and my plans. She put her arm around me in a motherly way, and listened to me with attentive gravity, as I told her of my wish to get a place at university to study languages, or science. I never normally spoke about myself or my private ambitions, but suddenly it all came pouring out, things I had never confided to anyone else, my secret hopes to be a teacher or a doctor, my woefully idealistic goals. I thought I must be sounding hopelessly naïve, but I couldn’t help myself. What was it about this woman that she could strip me of all constraint in this way, and effortlessly extract my profoundest aspirations? I caught Dani looking at me with an amused smile, and checked myself. I made a weak attempt to turn the tables, by asking Debbie about her work, but she deflected me with some dismissive remark. And she did not extract her arm.
“Well, if you can be at our unit on the tenth, we can show you what we do. Can you, Jacinth?”
“I think so. I’ll be revising for exams, but I don’t want to miss that. Please call me “J” though, Debbie. “Jacinth” is such a mouthful.”
“OK, J. Pretty name, though.”
We had a great evening. The food was delicious. We didn’t really discuss Andrew at all. I gathered he would be delivered to Debbie’s tender mercies, and she would undertake whatever work she thought fit. We were still in the restaurant at ten thirty, all pretty much the worse for wear. We got a cab back to Dani’s place. Debbie sat in the middle. She put her arm around my shoulders and rested her head against mine. It felt so natural, I inclined my head towards hers, and put my hand on her thigh. She kissed my cheek so softly I was not sure she had actually done it. I turned my face to hers. I was pretending to myself that I just wanted to smile at her. We looked at each other for an instant, and then our lips met, and we exchanged a gentle, lingering kiss that lasted almost the rest of the journey. Once home – it felt like my home now – Debbie led me by the hand into the house, and drew me towards a bedroom.
“Night, girls,” smiled Dani. “Sleep well.”
Once inside, we stripped off our clothes and showered together, sponging each other down. We shared a towel, and went back into the bedroom proper. Debbie turned the light down until the room was almost in darkness, and then slipped into bed and held the covers up for me to follow. At the touch of her body against mine I began to tremble uncontrollably. How had she done this to me? She stroked my neck, soothingly.
“It’s all right, my darling. Relax, my little Atthis.”
I didn’t understand why she called me that, and I didn’t care, but I noticed that that word “darling” was spoken in quite a different tone from earlier in the evening – with gentleness and apparent affection. She leant over and began to kiss my neck, and then my ear, nibbling on the lobe, sending little shocks through my body. I tried to respond in my own clumsy way. I loved the smoothness of her skin, and the feeling of running my hand up the back of her neck onto her cropped hair. It made me shiver with excitement. I was in such a state of arousal, that when her fingers slid down over my tummy and she began to touch me, simultaneously placing little chaste kisses all over my cheeks and lips, I’m ashamed to say I came violently, like some callow girl. But as soon as I recovered, I burrowed down under the duvet and, separating her thighs, explored her pussy with my tongue. She was already wet, and to my surprise she too yielded after only a minute or two, shaking the bed with her spasms. I pulled myself up and clung to her desperately, and she wrapped her arms around me protectively, her cheek against mine, her hand softly patting my shoulder.
I woke late, with Debbie still in my arms. We didn’t seem to have moved all night - I guess we were both so tired from the drink and from our passion. We lay there together for some minutes. I glanced at the clock. It was after nine. My hand crept up Debbie’s thigh, and she woke with a long, deep intake of breath. But at that moment there was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” she called, sleepily.
It was Riccardo, bearing a silver tray with a silver coffee pot and two cups. He placed it on the bedside table and gave us a little bow, before turning towards the door.
“Thanks, Riccardo. Is Dani up?”
“Yes, madam. She’s having breakfast in the kitchen. She said to take your time.”
“Thanks. We’ll be along in a moment.” Riccardo withdrew, and she turned her face to mine, and smiled with such serious warmth that it sent a pang through my heart.
“I could stay here with you all day, J. But I have a client at eleven-thirty. I shall have to go. I’ll never forget our first night together.”
“Nor I. It won’t be our last, I hope?”
“I’m sure it won’t, if you are.”
I kissed her again. My whole being was suffused with an unspeakable joy. I had never experienced such intensity of emotion. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I realised that would be childish, and all I wanted was for everything to stay the same. I feared that even a small faux pas could tip the delicate balance, and we would tumble back into banality. That fear was groundless, as I later discovered. But I wasn’t sure at that early stage what had happened, and all I wanted was to keep the moment safe and perfect, like a precious jewel in a box, to be treasured and polished at my leisure.
After we had showered and dressed, we joined Dani in the kitchen. She was reading a newspaper, coffee cup in hand. She glanced up briefly.
“Hello, you two. Sleep well?”
“Yes thanks, darling”, (the slightly flippant “darling”, not the one with which she had addressed me), “I think that wine must have been drugged.”
“What, all four bottles?”
“Dani, I’m sorry to say I’ll have to leave in ten minutes. I have a client this morning. But I’ll see you soon, at least.”
“Yes, Debs. But we do have to get together more. I’ve really been missing you. I’m glad you’re moving nearer to here.”
We sat down briefly and chatted, Debbie and I exchanging glances. At last she got up to go.
“I’ll see you to the door,” I said.
In the corridor neither of us spoke. At the door we exchanged numbers, and embraced passionately.
“Call me tonight, please,” said Debbie, seriously.
“I will.”
I watched her drive away, and returned to the kitchen. I sat down.
“I told you she was dangerous,” said Dani, without looking up.
“You didn’t tell me she was beautiful, too.”
“I thought I’d surprise you.”
The conversation lapsed. I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to Debbie, not after a whole bottle of wine, but when I was stone cold sober. She had only just gone, but already I was longing to hold her again, to bury myself in her beautiful body. My daydreams were interrupted by Dani.
“We have a client at one. Sarah Winstone again. Remember her? I didn’t tell you, but she took a fancy to you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. So I’m going to let you deal with her today.”
“Me? Alone?”
“You have to start sometime. You’ll be fine.”
I was in fact quite nervous of going solo, but I wasn’t going to admit that to Dani.
“Sure, Dani. No problem. I’ll do my best.”
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I have to lead off with a question, Sandra B. Do you write professionally? If you don't, you should. Different story than usually appears here but intriguing and addictive.
I do have an observation raised by the recent statement by Maddy, “Look, Andrew, if you really can’t go through with this, you know you could always refuse and take the consequences. All right, you might end up on Pornhub or something, but what the hell? What you did isn’t a crime.” This recalls that very early in the story in a phone call where J asks to stand in for Dani on Steve's first visit, Dani observes, “You must know the answer. My clients rely on me to be absolutely trustworthy. Many of them are taking a risk coming to me. I’ve already gone further than I should, merely admitting he [Steve] had an appointment.”
[J] “No you haven’t. I knew that anyway. All you did was to confirm it.”
“Well that’s the end of it. If my colleagues heard about this, I’d be in trouble. Completely discredited.” Therefore, how can Dani, Angela, J, Maddy, etc. have leverage over Andrew if the mere release of the video(s), or generally what goes on with a particular client in Dani's "shop" would destroy Dani's business. Such a breach of trust would get out and Dani, et al, would be done. Not to mention Andrew is not a client but a victim which could also lead to legal repercussions for Dani and team.
Again, don't mean to rain on or complicate your story but I'm soooo engrossed that I have to ask.
Many thanks again for your efforts.
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I appreciate you keeping me on my toes, babycakes. I have only one answer. Andrew is not Dani's client, there is no contract between them, and therefore the confidentiality rule does not apply. Perhaps all the girls are taking a risk. But it seems to me that caution has been trumped by their innate mischievousness.
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very interesting story and yes slightly different, although hard to put a finger on everything. All i can say is keep up the great writing, it is a story that has caught my interest.
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Chapter 20. A Naughty Girl.
I had watched Sarah’s session that one time, but Dani had told me it was fairly typical. In fact, the scenario only varied in the details. Sarah was always a little girl, the mistress her mother, or aunt, or teacher – something like that. And she always had to be asked if she’d been a good girl. Sometimes she would try to insist she had, but eventually she’d confess to some minor misdemeanour, for which, of course, she had to be punished. Her punishment could take a variety of forms, as long as it culminated in sex, by which I mean she had to be bent over and given a thorough seeing to. Dani said she always looked stressed and tired when she arrived, but she’d come alive as soon as she was in role, and always left cheerful and at peace – which made her a pleasure to work with.
The departure of my lover had left me frustrated, hungry for satisfaction. Not that anything but she herself in person could have satisfied me fully, now. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the session. In one way I was looking forward to it. But I knew I was only going to get vicarious pleasure from watching Sarah, and I wasn’t sure how that was going to make me feel. All I could really think about was getting to talk to Debbie that evening. Dani must have perceived my ambivalence, however. It was well before twelve she suggested I get ready. We went downstairs to the back room where she kept all the costumes. She told me to strip naked. She selected a heavyweight electric blue latex cat suit. I sat in a chair while she knelt and helped put my feet and calves in. I stood and pulled it up to my thighs. Then she made me sit again, and selected a pair of black patent leather ankle boots with lovely tall heels.
“You’ll need these. They’ll give you a bit more height.”
“A bit more? I hope I’ll be able to keep my balance.”
“You’ll be OK.”
She found me a little pair of soft socks, and then buckled on the boots.
“Now, here’s the clever bit. You need to get some pleasure from this as well as Sarah.”
She went to one of her ‘toy cupboards’ and produced a moulded blue phallus – but with a difference. It was double ended, with an angled lobe roughly the shape of one of those candle bulbs. I saw the possibilities at once, and my heart beat a little faster. Dani knelt again, and pushed the phallus through a small reinforced hole in the crotch of the suit, which fitted tightly around a narrow rubber neck just behind the scrotum. Then she helped me pull the suit up to my bum.
“Ready?”
“Go ahead.”
“Need some lube?”
“No.”
She pushed the bulb gently inside me. I gasped, but once inside it felt perfectly comfortable.
“Goodness, J, that was easy.”
We then hauled the tight rubber suit up to my waist, pushing the bulb firmly home. I couldn’t suppress a faint groan of pleasure. Dani looked at me and smiled.
“Does that feel OK?”
“It feels ….nice.”
“Good. And that’s not all. If you squeeze the scrotum, it switches on a low-frequency vibe. Here, I’ll demonstrate.”
“Oh, god!”
“Good? One squeeze for on, another for off. OK?”
“Amazing.”
“That should help you cope. Now, let’s get this thing zipped up.”
I slid in my arms, and Dani zipped up the back zip and fastened the high collar. It felt so sexy to be encased in tight rubber. I walked up and down a couple of times, getting used to my heels. The phallus bounced slightly as I walked, and I could feel the slight movement transmitted to the bulb inside me. I was conscious that my face was burning with excitement.
“You should have some gloves. Short and black, I think, to match the boots. She handed them to me, and I pulled them on, clasping my hands so that the fine latex fitted neatly onto my fingers.
“Do you want me to tie your hair back? No? I agree, it looks better as it is. Gives you a disconcertingly wild appearance, next to that slinky suit.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this, after all.”
“You should. You know what she likes.”
“What’s her story?”
“I don’t know the details. She’s divorced. One daughter. She shares a flat with another woman, or girl, Bella. I’m not sure how old she is - I’ve never met her. As far as I know they’re not in a relationship, but I think maybe Sarah would like to be. I’m not sure. I just get that impression, the way she talks about her. But she’s definitely sub, and she doesn’t like men much. This is what she likes best.”
“She seems nice.”
“Oh, she is. She’s always giving me little presents, too. Thoughtful things. She’s my favourite.”
“Do you think she’ll be OK with me taking over?”
“I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic. But she’ll do what she’s told, in any case. However, you should give her the courtesy of a chat beforehand, just to get to know her and set the boundaries. You know what to do. I’ll explain you’ll be running the session before I send her down.”
“I understand.”
“And it’s fine if you run over. There are no more clients today. Just make her happy.”
“I’ll do my best, Dani.”
Dani returned upstairs, leaving the door open. I waited, sitting on the throne. I heard Sarah arrive, and a murmur of conversation. Then she appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Hello, Sarah. Please shut the door behind you.”
“Yes, miss.”
She made her way down, nervously, clutching a rucksack. She wore jeans and a T-shirt.
“Go and get changed, and then we’ll have a chat.”
She disappeared into the changing room. Ten minutes she reappeared. I had to suppress a smile, or at least, make it look like a smile of greeting. She was dressed in an old-fashioned blue Girl Guide uniform, with white socks and Mary Janes. I had put out a chair for her, and indicated she should sit down.
“Very nice to meet you properly, Sarah. I’m Mistress Jacinth.”
“Yes, I know. Nice to meet you, too.”
“Were you in the Guides, then?”
“Yes. For years.”
“Is that your old uniform?”
“Yes, miss, altered a little, but yes.”
“It’s a little short, missy,” I frowned. “I hope you’re not trying to flash your knickers at the boys.”
She looked shocked. “No, miss. I wouldn’t do such a thing!”
“I hope not. Now, Sarah, are you happy to be instructed by me today instead of Madam Danielle?”
“Yes, absolutely, miss. Thank you.”
“Good. Then we should discuss boundaries.”
“I don’t have any, miss. I wouldn’t presume to trespass on your authority.”
“Are you sure you mean that? Do you fully understand the implications?”
“I’m completely at your service, miss.”
She coloured up slightly, and those big doe-eyes looked down at the floor. I adjusted my cloak, making sure it was hiding what was underneath. If she had seen that, she may not have been so willing to relinquish control.
“Then you won’t mind if I ask you a few questions.” I wanted to find out a little more about her before I got started. I was interested whether she had a sex life outside Dani’s dungeon.
“Of course not, miss.”
“Are you in a relationship?”
“No, miss.”
“What about Bella?”
“Bella?”
“Bella. The woman you live with. Tell me about her. The absolute truth, please.”
“Yes, miss. Of course. We’ve lived together for…about six months, now. We get on very well.”
“How old is she?”
“She’s twenty-five. Ten years younger than me, miss.”
“Hmm. Is she in a relationship?”
“Yes. She has a boyfriend, miss. He’s her age and quite good-looking.”
“Why did you tell me that? I didn’t ask what he was like.”
“Oh…Oh, no, I’m sorry…. I…”
“So what is it? Do you fancy him , or….are you jealous? The truth, please, Sarah.”
She took a deep breath, and her eyes began to glisten with tears.
“I….”
“The truth. It won’t go any further. You can trust me with your most secret feelings.”
“I…. I really like Bella, miss. I don’t think Michael – that’s his name – really loves her. Not like I do. I’d do anything for her. I try to show her… I bring her little presents, I clear up after her, I make myself useful. All sorts of things….”
She looked really sad, now.
“I wouldn’t mind what she did to me…how she treated me…if she would just give me a little attention. I’d be her slave, anything….”
“Is that what you really want? Why don’t you offer, then?”
“I couldn’t! She’d think I was weird. She’d probably pack up and leave at once. I couldn’t risk it.”
“But, Sarah, if you don’t do anything, nothing will happen, and she’ll probably leave anyway at some point. Maybe she’ll go and live with Michael. You might as well confess what you’re feeling, and take the consequences.”
“Maybe, miss.”
“You really want to be her slave? You want her to own you, to collar you, to put you on a lead like a puppy? To use you for her own pleasure?”
“Oh, god, miss. Yes! Yes, that is exactly what I want, more than anything!”
“I see…. Right. Now tell me what you’ve been up to since your last session. Stand up, please. I’m sure you’ve been up to mischief. Have you?”
“Yes, miss.”
“What have you done?”
“I broke the Girl Guide code, miss.”
“Really? How?”
I went to wash my uniform ready for today. I thought I’d put in the rest of the washing at the same time. There was a pair of Bella’s panties… I… I put on my uniform, put her panties over my face, and played with myself…”
“Well I don’t think that is specifically mentioned in the code…”
“But I came… twice.”
“Oh, that's definitely not allowed! Bad girl!”
“I didn’t mean to, miss…” she whimpered.
I stood up and threw off my cloak. Her eyes widened with surprise. I descended from my throne and sat down in her chair.
“Over my knee! And take off your panties. Now!”
She acceded at once. I positioned her so that the phallus was between her legs, pressed against her pussy. Then I began. Good, hard smacks, a few seconds apart, so I could see the effect of each one before I placed the next, and watch her clenching her buttocks with pain. I gave her a comprehensive spanking. I didn’t stop until my hand was sore, her bottom was glowing, she was in tears, and her pussy was oozing onto my leg. I might have stopped then, but it was too tempting, and I was too aroused.
“Lift up your bottom a little, you bad girl!”
She did as she was instructed. I reached down between her legs and squeezed the rubber scrotum. Immediately, I felt the bulb inside me start to pulse, and I could see the tip of the phallus itself vibrating in unison. Bending the shaft, I slipped it into her waiting pussy. She let out a gasp, and pressed herself down again, driving it deep inside. I continued with the spanking, gentler now, watching her grinding down rhythmically on the flexible rubber sausage on which she was now impaled. Eventually she lost control completely, and I happily allowed her work herself into a frenzy, squirming and plunging like wild horse, her every thrust being transmitted to the bulb buried deep inside me. The physical sensation, sweetened by the spectacle of Sarah going half crazy, and the sound of her moans, were too much for me, and I was the first to come. Sarah, preoccupied with her own gratification, didn’t even notice my spasms or groans, and I was still shaking with orgasm when she too went over the edge, almost screaming with pleasure. As her convulsions subsided, I had to hold onto her to prevent her slipping off me onto the ground. Supporting her with one arm, I used my other hand to turn off the vibrator. I helped her over to a rug, and lay her down. She seemed only half conscious, but as I bent over her she took the opportunity to grab the phallus and put it in her mouth, licking her own juices from the slick rubber.
“Thank you, miss!”
But I wasn’t finished with her yet.
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Chapter 21. Coming…Out.
I allowed her a little rest, but she wasn’t getting away that easily. Since our conversation, an idea had been working itself out in my mind. I hadn’t quite formulated my strategy, however, so I decided to play it by ear.
I knew from what Dani had told me, and from my own observations, exactly how to stimulate Sarah’s libido. So I began the cycle all over again. I went and stood over her.
“You bad, bad, girl!” I said. “What a rude thing to do! Fancy putting that big thing into yourself. You should be ashamed!”
“I didn’t do it, you did, miss!” she protested.
“How dare you! Do I have to punish you again? I don’t know what Bella would say if she knew.”
Sarah looked alarmed. “Please don’t tell her, miss,” she whined. “I’ll do anything you want….”
“Hmm. I think perhaps she ought to be told the sort of naughty little girl she’s living with. Then she could punish you herself, couldn’t she? Yes, you should tell her all about the rude things you get up to.”
“Miss…please, no. I’ll be good from now on… I would be so embarrassed. I’d die of shame. And suppose she did want to punish me… She might want to take my panties down and spank me, just like you did! Oh, god, what would I do then?”
“You’d have to put up with it, Sarah. She’d be able to do anything she wanted with you. She might decide to make you her personal maid, dress you in a cute little maid’s outfit - but without any panties, of course. You’d have to serve her…and probably Michael, too.”
“Oh. Miss, no! Please don’t make me tell her!”
I could see she was working herself into such a state she might even do it. Maybe it was bad of me, but I wanted to see how far she’d go.
“Go and fetch your phone, and then we’ll decide what to do.”
“Miss, no…!”
“Do it, please.”
Dutifully, she trotted off to the changing room and returned with her phone. She stood in front of me, hanging her head like a little girl who’d been caught cheating or stealing someone’s pencil sharpener. I spoke to her quietly but firmly.
“You’ve already admitted you’ve been very naughty, Sarah.”
“Yes, miss,” she snivelled.
“And you played with Bella’s panties, too.”
“Yes, miss. I’m sorry, miss.”
“Don’t you think you should be apologising to Bella? They were her panties, not mine, after all.”
“I s’pose, miss. But…but…she’d laugh at me.”
“She may…or she may be angry. Which would be worse?”
“If she were angry, miss.”
“I don’t think she’d be angry, Sarah. You did wash them for her didn’t you?”
“Yes….”
“Don’t you think it would be best to be honest? If it would make you feel any better, you can explain to her that you’re being punished right now, by me. She couldn’t be angry then, could she?”
“S’pose not, miss. Would you…would you speak to her yourself and tell her your punishing me?”
“Of course, if you’d like me to, Sarah. But why don’t you tell her, and get it off your conscience? I think you’d feel much better.”
Sarah sighed. “Do I have to, miss?”
“I think that would be best, don’t you? Why don’t you make it a video call, and then she’ll be able to see you’re not just pretending you’re being punished.”
I couldn’t believe she was really going to do it. I wondered if, even now, I should call a halt. She had already gone half way to making her fantasies into realities. But this would be momentous. Well, why not? It was sex, the most powerful human impulse. It was not to be denied. And she really had done nothing to be ashamed of – not on my scale of misdemeanours, anyway. I just hoped Bella would understand.
She hesitated, then dialled the number. Her hand was shaking as she held the phone. She was breathing quickly. For a moment there was no reply. Then,
“Hi, Sarah? What’s happening?”
“Bella. Hi. I…I don’t know how….I have something to tell you.”
“What? What is it? Are you OK?” A pause. “What are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing my Girl Guide uniform.”
“Why? You at a fancy dress party or something?”
“No. It’s cos I’m being punished. I’ve been a very naughty little girl.”
“What? What the… Where are you?”
“I’ve gone to see a lady who will…who has spanked me. Because I did a bad thing.”
“What lady? What did you do?”
“I…I put your panties on my head and masturbated.”
“You what??”
“I’m sorry. I like you so much. I’d do anything for you. If you’d let me, I’d wait on you, do all your chores, make you meals, anything…. I’d be your slave if you wanted. I wish I were. I do!”
There was a long silence. But Bella got it, all right. Finally, she said, with a hint of amusement in her voice,
“Well, Sarah. That was a very naughty thing you did. It sounds to me like you should be punished. Is the lady you mentioned with you?”
“Yes.”
“Could I speak to her?”
Nervously, Sarah handed the phone to me. I saw Bella for the first time. Blue-eyed blonde. Quite pretty.
“Hi, Bella. I’m Madam Jacinth. Sarah comes to this, er, establishment, regularly. Today she’s been telling me how attractive she finds you.”
“Really? I had no idea. Though she’s always doing things for me. She treats me like a queen. Not that I have any objections…”
“But I guess she feels guilty about it. Today she expressed a wish to confess everything. That’s how things stand. I hope you aren’t angry with her. She was worried you might be.”
“Of course I’m not. Sarah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about what you did. In fact, I feel rather flattered. But you should have told me before.”
“I’m sorry, Bella. I’ve done so many bad things, I can never be punished enough.”
“Yes. I haven’t finished with her yet, Bella. Maybe you’d like to see how we deal with naughty girls here.”
“Oh. Yes. That would be….interesting. Would you mind, Sarah dear?”
“No, Bella. You should watch. I deserve my punishment. In any case, it really should be you punishing me.”
Maybe I’ll punish you as well, when you get home. What you did was quite disgusting. I should at least give you a good spanking, don’t you think?”
At the suggestion, Sarah closed her eyes and emitted a faint whimper of desire. “Yes, Bella.”
“I’ll put the phone on this shelf, Bella,” I said. “I’ll turn it sideways so you can see everything. I’ll put it on maximum volume so we can talk to each other.”
I turned up the lighting, adjusted the phone so it took in the whole of the whipping horse, and retreated to my station.
“Can you see everything?
“Yes, clearly What is that you’re wearing, Madam Jacinth? And what is that…thing?”
“This is what I wear for disciplining naughty girls. They need to know their place.”
“Fantastic! Well, whenever you’re ready. I’m just sorry my boyfriend isn’t here to see this. He’d be very interested!”
“Oh, yes. Sarah mentioned him,” I said, pushing her forward over the horse and starting to buckle the straps, the broad one around her waist first, then the smaller ones around her wrists and ankles, at the sides and on the front panel of the horse respectively. “She said he’s quite good looking.” I was speaking as if Sarah wasn’t even there. “I’m sure she’d be happy to serve him as well.”
“Would you, Sarah darling?” laughed Bella, “I think he’d like that.”
I’d finished strapping Sarah in, face down, legs slightly apart. I could see the phone call had aroused her again, and she was squirming with embarrassment. I wasn’t going to spare her blushes, though, and I wasn’t going to disappoint Bella, who had clearly entered into the spirit of the thing. I gave her a running commentary.
“Now, Bella, did you realise what a wicked girl Sarah is? Let me show you.”
I slid three latex-sheathed fingers into Sarah’s pussy, and held them up. They glistened with her juices.
“She’s like this most of the time. So first I’m going to punish her for being such a slut.”
I went to the rack, and selected a whippy school cane. It seemed the most appropriate instrument.
“That’s for being a slut, Sarah! And that! And that!” Three good hard strokes, each accompanied by a yelp of pain.
“And three more for being a bad girl! One! Two! Three!”
“And I leave the rest to Bella. Is that OK, Bella?”
“It’ll be a pleasure, madam. I’d be obliged for the loan of a cane, or a whip.”
“Of course. Now the final indignity. Sarah? Please turn your face and look at Bella. Good girl. Now….”
I positioned myself behind her, and pushed the blue phallus gently into her. She let out a long gasp. I drew back, and repeated the motion, just as slow, but rather deeper. Once I was satisfied she could accommodate the entire length, I held onto her waist strap, and, placing my feet wide apart, I began to thrust harder and faster, my hips slapping against her buttocks. Inside me the bulb mimicked the motion. I reached down with one hand and switched on the vibrator.
Soon I had established a good, steady rhythm. Sarah began to moan and mumble incoherently.
“I’m sorry this...is necessary, Bella,” I said, a little out of breath now, “but...but I’m afraid these punishments will have to... have to continue until she learns to behave.”
“Don’t apologise. She certainly deserves it.” A pause. “I wish I were there….”
“Next time. I’ll send you an invite.”
Every time I drew back, I could feel her pussy gripping the phallus, as if reluctant to let it go. It fits perfectly, I thought. The regular motion allied with the vibration was whipping her juices into a sticky cream, which spattered my tummy and thighs.
“I can see now why you need to wear a rubber suit,” laughed Bella.
I was quite fit, but even so it required considerable effort to maintain the rhythm, especially as my head was spinning with my own arousal. Eventually my perseverance paid off, however. Sarah’s moans began to increase in volume.
“Madam J! Please! Don’t stop! Just f*** me! F*** me as hard as you can!”
I was happy to oblige. A few seconds later Sarah gave a great long groan, and started bucking violently, straining at her bonds. Then her body was jolted by a series of violent convulsions. At the same time, I came. I thought I was going to pass out, but I bit my lip and hung onto the strap. Bella let out a whoop and followed up with a little round of applause. When I regained my equilibrium, I turned off the vibrator.
“I think that’s taught her a lesson, madam!” said Bella. “Has it, Sarah?”
But Sarah, her body still trembling, could only murmur incoherently. I left her strapped down and went over to talk to her friend.
“I didn’t know if she was going to make that confession. But I knew that, deep down, she really wanted to. You must be surprised.”
“Surprised? I’m gobsmacked! She’s always been a bit over-attentive, but I never thought…anything like this!”
“How do you feel about it?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Madam Jacinth, it suits me fine.” She said, with a short laugh. “It’s just what I need. A bit of spice in my otherwise rather dull life. You can rest assured, if that what she wants, that’s what she’s going to get. I’ve already got a few ideas….”
“That’s a relief. I thought I may be going too far. Though she virtually invited me to do it.”
“I still haven’t quite got my head around this. I’m wondering…. Do you really think I could have her as my maid? You know, put her in a little maid’s uniform and have her do things for me?”
“I think she’d love it. But please, let her still come to us occasionally. We’d miss her if she ever stopped.”
“Oh, of course. That would be one of her duties.”
“As long as you don’t satisfy her needs yourself, it won’t be a duty, it’ll remain a necessity.”
“No, I understand. But satisfying her needs is not what I have in mind. Satisfying mine, yes. And Michael’s.”
“Hmm, sounds interesting. You must let us know how it goes. I’ve got your number. I’ll text you later so you have mine. But I’d better get this girl out and let her clean up. She looks a bit dishevelled.”
“OK, Madam Jacinth. Great to have seen you. Tell Sarah I look forward to seeing her at home. And thanks again!”
I unstrapped Sarah and helped her to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up, changed, and went upstairs. Dani was in the lounge, doing some paperwork.
“Well?” she asked. “How did it go?”
“With a bang. She really gets carried away, doesn’t she? She wanted her flatmate to watch, so I obliged.”
“What? J, what happened?” Dani seemed alarmed.
I told her the whole thing. She stared at me, open-mouthed, as I described setting up the phone for Bella to watch.
“Oh, god. I hope she’s going to be all right with this. I confess it’s not something I would ever have done myself. You’re a wild one, J, to be sure. Shh! Here she comes now.”
We heard the dungeon door close, and a moment later Sarah entered the room. We both stared at her questioningly, but said nothing. She dropped into an armchair, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back onto the cushion. After a pause, she turned her head to me and spoke.
“Madam Jacinth. I have never, ever in my life felt anything as intense as that. You divined my deepest yearnings. You made me do something I longed for but would never have had the nerve to do myself. I don’t know what the consequences are going to be, but to be honest, I don’t care. I feel alive, full of trepidation and excitement. And what an orgasm!”
“I probably shouldn’t have allowed you to do it, but you seemed so in need…”
“I know. I’m driven. I can’t help it, and I can’t deny it. But it’s better I take the odd risk, rather than go through my life keeping my deepest feelings a secret.”
“I’m glad you feel like that. Please let us know how you get on.”
She glanced at the clock.
“Is that the time? Were we really in there, what, two and a half hours? I must owe you some more money.”
“Of course not, darling,” said Dani. You’re always welcome to stay as long as you like, providing we don’t have another client. You’re our favourite.”
“Thank you, Madam. But I must be going now.”
I showed her to the door. In the hall was an umbrella stand, and along with the umbrellas, a selection of riding whips.
“Oops,” I said, “I almost forgot.” I fished one out at random. “Here. This is for Bella.” She took the whip with a smile, and gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks again, madam. You’ve made me a happy woman!” she added, with a laugh.
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Chapter 22. Revelations.
I had been so focussed on my work, everything else, even Debbie, had been pushed from my mind. Now it all came flooding back. All I could think about for the rest of the afternoon was ringing her that evening. I wondered what the earliest time would be that I could make the call, without appearing childishly eager. I reckoned seven.
I said farewell to Dani and made my way home. I got there about five. My dad had gone to football, and was still out, and my mum was in the lounge nattering with her friend, and sharing a bottle of wine. I went up to my room. I decided to kill some time by ringing Steve.
“Hi, Steve. It’s me. How are you?”
“Yeah, good, J.” He sounded happier than usual. I felt relieved. To be honest I felt no love for him any more. But I didn’t want to see him miserable.
“What have you been up to?”
“Not much.” I heard a voice in the background.
“Where are you?”
“Er, well actually, I’m at Andrew’s.”
“Andrew’s?”
“Yeah, we’re just sort of going out for a drink…with some mates,” he added hastily.
“Oh, I see. How is he?”
“Yeah, good, thanks, J. Look, sorry. I gotta go. We’re late.”
“Ok. Bye then.”
“Bye.”
Interesting, I thought. I had sort of imagined them avoiding each other. I wondered…. But then I dismissed the possibility. Probably they were commiserating with each other… Or making plans? Plans to get us back? Or report us? That idea was alarming. But I decided to sit on it, for the time being at least.
My dad came back about six, and he and my mum almost immediately went out to dinner. They asked me if I wanted to come, but of course I didn’t, and I think they were quite happy with that. When kids get to a certain age, not only do they not want to go places with their parents, but their parents prefer not to take them. Fair enough.
I held out till ten to seven. Then I couldn’t wait any longer. I called Debbie, and she answered immediately. She must have been waiting.
“Debbie. It’s me.”
“J. How are you?” she asked quietly.
“I’m fine. How are you?”
I don’t think either of us knew how to start the conversation. I forgot all that I had rehearsed.
“All the better for hearing your voice.”
“Me too. I missed you today….so much. I know I’m being stupid.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I registered that she didn’t say, “I’ve been thinking about you…” There was no conventional reciprocation. Just a plain statement. “ I couldn’t concentrate at all. I think I may have accidentally removed some guy’s balls.”
We laughed.
“Listen, J. My turn to be stupid. I can’t put it into words. There’s something… I know I’m old, compared to you, anyway. Maybe too old. But you don’t seem distant. I want to tell you something, very seriously and truly. I …I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you. I shouldn’t be saying that, I know. It’s been, what? Twenty-four hours? It’s mad. You’ll be tired of me in a week. But whatever…I still have to say it, all the more if you go away tomorrow. I feel like an idiot…”
“Debbie. Dear Debbie. Go away tomorrow? I don’t …I can’t believe…that you should care for me at all. I don’t feel worthy of you. I’m just a girl. You’re a woman, a very special woman. You’ll find how superficial I am…you will. But I feel we’ve been together so long… I know that’s ridiculous. I’m frightened. I’m frightened of the future, what may happen. If we could stay like this always. But even I know that’s a chance in a million…”
“I have to see you, J. I can come to you…”
“Let me come to you. Would that be all right? I want to see you at home…”
“Please. Get a cab.”
She gave me her address.
“I’ll see you in a short while. Bye…”
“Hurry….”
And that was it. That was how it happened. I feel blessed by fate for bringing us together. We spent the rest of the evening in each other’s arms, talking and talking. It was so easy. We went to bed and simply cuddled like two children. We didn’t make love again until the morning. We got up late and sat at the table, drinking coffee and holding hands. I had never been so happy before in my life. I could have wept with joy.
Neither of us was sentimental. This was no fantasy. We weren’t paralysed by our feelings, like a pair of moping lovers. Instead we were filled with energy and joy. That’s how I knew it was OK to feel what I felt. That Sunday we drove out into the countryside and went for a long walk, making plans for the future. We both knew by then we were going to have a future of some sort. During that walk, hand in hand along a footpath whose end neither of us knew, we dispelled all our doubts and fears.
In every relationship, to some degree or other, one partner emerges as dominant, the other dependent. Right from the start I had assumed I was the dependent one. Debbie was to my surprise making me question that view. We chatted as we walked.
“I’ve loved you since I first set eyes on you,” she smiled.
“Why did you…?”
“Because I saw then, and I know now, who you are. Then I only saw it in your eyes. Innocence and an infinite capacity for love.”
“But you must have loved and been loved by many people.”
“So you might say. But not one of them loved me, or even had the capacity to love, in the way I know you do.”
“I have the capacity with you, darling, but with no-one else. Because of the person you are.”
“I feel like I saw into you at once. I would stake my life on what I saw. By which, J, I mean that I’ve thrown all caution to the winds, gladly, ecstatically. If you want me, I give myself to you completely.”
I was stunned. I felt my heart was going to burst. I held my Debbie tight. All I could say was,
“I too….” I screwed up my face, and felt tears of happiness filling my eyes.
We talked about all sorts of things. I can’t even remember half of them. Debbie was like a mine full of gems and precious metals, which were now for me to discover. She was the most complex and fascinating person I had ever known. I had always felt reasonably confident in my own intelligence, but I found I needed all my wits to keep up with her. But at the same time I felt strengthened and elated. I had found a spirit full of energy and purpose, which I could feel flowing into mine.
We spent a quiet evening, just being together. Dani rang me to tell me she’d given Andrew his instructions for the third. She laughed when I told her I was at Debbie’s.
“I’m so glad you two hit it off. Let me talk to her.”
“Hello, Dani. Yes, I’m afraid so. Thanks. Yeah, she’s wonderful,” she smiled, throwing me a glance. “Andrew. He's been informed, then. OK. Yes, I agree. Play it by ear. Ok, darling, speak soon. Bye!”
She put the phone down and turned to me. “I love that woman. Almost as much as I love you.”
Debbie lived near the clinic at Denton, which was probably twenty miles outside town, and nearly that far from my college. She drove me there Monday morning. At parting, it felt as if we each took a part of the other with us, to sustain and protect us. I had a busy day. Only one lecture, but I had lots of revision to do, so the rest of the day I spent in the library. About half ten I had a call from Maddy.
“J. Guess what.”
“What?”
“Andrew’s given in his notice! He’ll be leaving at the end of the month.”
“What? So what does that mean?”
“I have no idea. I had heard he was looking for another job some weeks ago, but I didn’t attach any significance to it. I don’t know what his plans are..”
“Have you told Dani and Angela?”
“I spoke to Dani just now. She agrees we can’t do anything. Just wait to see what happens. I’m just about to phone Angela.”
“OK. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll have a word with Steve later, see if he knows what’s going on.”
“Good idea. Speak later.”
That wasn’t the end of the surprises, however. In the afternoon, Debbie called.
“I’ve just had a call from Andrew Fraser.”
“You have? What did he want?”
“He was asking me all about the various procedures.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I gave him a brief description of what is available, and offered to send him a leaflet. He asked what he had been booked in for. I told him it had been left open.”
“What did he say to that?”
“He asked me what that meant. I told him it was up to him what he had done, and that obviously I couldn’t do anything without his consent. He thanked me, gave me his address for the leaflet, and that was it.”
“Obviously he won’t give it. He probably knows we wouldn’t out him.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“I don’t care, anyway, Debbie. It was just a bit of fun. I guess he’s learned his lesson.”
After I’d got home and had some supper, I thought about calling Steve again. It was a bit early. I knew he sometimes worked overtime, so I thought I’d wait till eight. As I waited, I pondered on the events of the last few weeks. I checked my phone. My first call to Danielle had been on April the sixteenth. It was now May the thirteenth – pretty much four weeks later. And my whole life had been turned upside down. I had dumped Steve, become a trainee dominatrix, and met several new people, including the woman I had fallen in love with. My parents still knew nothing of this. I would have to tell them sometime soon. But for the moment I needed to concentrate on getting through my exams.
I tried Steve at eight. It sounded like he was home.
“Hi. It’s me again. I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes, J?”
“About Andrew. I understand he’s been in touch with the clinic. I was just wondering if you knew anything about it.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
“Would you tell me? You know, we wouldn’t really try to compel him to do anything he didn’t want to. I suppose it was a bit cruel of us. I’m sorry if we upset him. But he is a bit of a…well, you know.”
“After that…incident, he was very upset. I was feeling a bit confused too. I didn’t know what had happened. I still don’t in some ways. But I could see he needed support, so I stayed with him for a while. He’s not a bad bloke, you know. He confessed some stuff to me, that’s all.”
“Was it about…his sexuality? He told us some stuff, too.”
“Yeah. You know then? So why are you asking me?”
“I wasn’t sure…. He said stuff about wanting to dress up as a girl…things like that.”
“That’s right. He does. But he didn’t like being forced into it by you lot. Anyway, he’s decided to go to this clinic. Probably just some mild treatment at first. We’ve decided to give it a try, at least.”
“We?”
“Yeah. I’m sort of “with” him, for now at least. He still needs support. I’ll go with him on the third. Any problem?”
“No, no, of course not. What about his job?”
“Oh, yes, he thought it would be better to make a complete change of course. He’s going to a smaller firm. He starts in July. They don’t deal with all that finance and company crap. They specialise in stuff like immigration, employment tribunals, LGBT issues, that sort of thing. I think he’ll be much happier there.”
“Wow. Good for him. That’s great.”
“Yeah. I suppose he’s got you lot to thank in one way.”
“And you…are you…?”
“I like Andrew. I’m staying with him for the time being. And I’m moving in with him later this month. We get on OK.”
“Oh. Good for you, Steve. I hope you don’t hate me…”
“Course not, J. You know I’m not like that. I hope you find someone.”
“I have. She’s amazing…”
“Well, that’s…wonderful.” He laughed. “I’m pleased. I hope we can stay friends. I think that’s what we were always best at.”
“Yes. I hope so too.”
“So…well, I’ll see you around, then.”
“Yeah…take care, Steve.”
I sat there for some minutes in a bit of a daze. So it wasn’t just my life that had been turned upside down. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, I grabbed my phone to ring the others.
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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.
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Glad you're enjoying it, babycakes - I've enjoyed writing it. I only write on this site - the best.
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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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!”
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Oh i can't wait too see what the ladies have in store for the little maid.
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Sandra B,
I have spent the past few days catching up with your story and I'm really enjoying it.
Your writing is really pushing a lot of my fantasy buttons.
After a session of reading your stimulating fiction, it's time for me to change my wet, sticky diaper.
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Chapter 26. Spills and Thrills.
I was feeling excited as we followed her along the corridor. I had disposed of my last exam the day before - as I thought, it had been the easiest of the three - so now I was in holiday mood, and determined to let go and really enjoy myself!
Jayne and I hung back slightly as Sarah, with one anxious glance backward at us, presented herself in the doorway of Kitty’s lounge. The sound of the guests voices sank to a murmur, then stopped completely. For perhaps five seconds there was total silence. Then someone said “Oh…my…god!” Then, pandemonium. Whoops of delight, a scream, followed by a gale of laughter. We saw Sarah grabbed by both hands, and pulled into the room. I tuned to Jayne.
“That was a success then. Congratulations.”
She gave me a meaningful look, and we followed Sarah through the doorway.
Sarah had been taken to the middle of the floor, and the guests, who numbered about fifteen, were gathered round, either staring, pointing, or laughing. In her boots, Sarah was taller than most of them. Bella stood next to her, proprietorially, fussing with her sleeves, as if she were the one who had just dressed her. When Jayne appeared, she was bombarded with questions about Sarah’s hair, nails and makeup, what brands she had used, and where she had acquired such skill. I suppose in such company it wasn’t surprising. I could see Bella didn’t much like the transfer of attention from her to Jayne. Her little over-powdered forehead was puckered with irritation. She tried to reassert herself.
“Sarah, please go into the kitchen at once. I think this calls for champagne. Someone will open a bottle and pour the drinks, and you will bring them to us. Right?”
“Yes, madam,” Sarah answered dutifully. She tried to move towards the door, but the women were not letting her go just yet.
“I love the little tray!” one of them laughed.
A short woman in trousers seemed to be suggesting something to her friend, which elicited gleeful assent. She stepped in front of Sarah, and with both hands coolly raised the front of her dress, the hem of which was about on a level with her waist.
“Ooh, look girls! What sweet little panties she’s got! So much nicer than those ugly bloomers maids usually wear!”
There was general amusement at this, but Bella was determined to demonstrate her authority.
“Sarah! Go and do what you’ve been told! At once, please!”
Sarah was allowed to trot off towards the kitchen.
“I’ll go and pour the drinks,” said Kitty, following behind.
With the temporary departure of Sarah, the guests crowded around Jayne and I, besieging us with questions - all except Sam and Tracey, who seemed to have taken an instant dislike to us both. They stood slightly apart, casting occasional disdainful glances in our direction. The rest seemed friendly, if a bit giggly. Kitty must have told them what I was, and they all wanted an insight into the secrets of the dungeon. But I wasn’t telling.
“If you want to know what goes on, come and have a session. Two at a time, if you like. I’ll give you a special rate.”
“I would, too!” piped up one of them, who seemed the youngest of the lot, barely out of her teens.
“Yeah? I’ll come with you if you like, Michelle,” added her friend. “You wouldn’t be too hard on us, would you, madam?”
“You’d set the boundaries, girls,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be worth my while unless I could at least give you both a good spanking!”
That went down well, and the pair of them dissolved in giggles. But afterwards I saw Michelle looking at me thoughtfully. I mentally filed her away as a possible future client.
At that moment a little cheer went up. Sarah was returning from the kitchen, five full champagne flutes on her tray. She stepped carefully, her eyes fixed on the glasses. If she could carry these without spilling them, she could carry anything, I thought. She presented herself to the guests, and stood still while five drinks were taken off her little tray. Then she turned and headed back to the kitchen.
“We’re gonna keep her busy this evening!” I heard one of them remark.
Sarah made two more trips without incident. But there were still two women without champagne, and she had to go back once again. Of course, it would have been much easier to bring the bottle in. There were already numerous bottles of wine on the table in various states of depletion, along with a huge variety of snacks. But that would have spoilt the game. Bella was making sure to keep her busy. I wished Sarah blessed with a kinder mistress, but maybe she herself wouldn’t have wanted that. I don’t know.
So it was the final champagne run. Only two glasses. Sarah was probably feeling confident now. Perhaps over-confident. She walked a little faster than before, and in focussing on the glasses in front of her, she caught one heel in the edge of the rug, stumbled, and though the glasses didn’t fall on the floor, one fell over and spilled on her tray.
“Whoops!” laughed one of the women. “Naughty girl!”
But Bella wasn’t so forgiving.
“Stupid, clumsy girl!” she cried. “Go back and get another one. And mop the tray!”
“Yes, miss,” whimpered Sarah. But in her confusion she turned around too quickly, and over went the other glass, too. The guests were in fits, but Bella was furious.
“Back in the kitchen at once. When you’ve given Candy and Stella their drinks, report to me!”
“Yes, miss,” Sarah replied, in a subdued voice.
“I’m going to get something from the car,” added Bella, as Sarah exited, and marched out of the room.
“She’s for it now,” whispered one of the girls, “poor thing.”
I followed Sarah to the kitchen, and helped mop her tray. Kitty poured the replacement drinks.
“Are you OK, darling?” I asked.
“Fine, thanks, madam,” she smiled, “I was clumsy. I want to be a good maid. It’s all part of my training. This is what I’ve always wanted. Thank you for that. And thank you for arranging my outfit. It’s really lovely!”
She seemed so into the whole thing, even I was a little surprised. She had said enough to convince me any intervention on my part would not be welcomed. I determined to let things take their course, and maybe to join in if I felt so inclined.
I returned to the lounge, and started circulating. Jayne was in serious conversation with a tall blonde woman, apparently on the very important subject of eyeliner. I tried to memorise names. I knew half a dozen already. I met a very nice woman of about thirty-five, called Wanda, who started asking me if I was still at school, and what I hoped to do. She was the only person I really felt relaxed with. She told me all about her husband and her children, the eldest being about my age. We were chatting away happily, when I heard Bella’s icy voice cutting through the room.
“Right, missy! Come here. Now!”
She had returned from her car, and in her hand was the riding whip I had loaned her.
“Over the back on this chair, please. Now lift up your skirt. Go on!”
Sarah, obediently leant forward over the back of an armchair, and took the hem in her fingers. It was unnecessary really, since as she bent over, the layers of tulle stood up by themselves, revealing her tightly-encased bottom.
“This is the reward for clumsiness, missy. Six strokes of the whip. Let it be a lesson.”
The room was silent, everyone riveted to the spectacle before them.
Bella administered the first stroke, accompanied by a grunt of effort. Sarah flinched, and let out a little squeak of pain. Another, if anything harder than the first. A little whimper from Sarah, and she involuntarily lifted one foot off the ground, tautening the chain. A third, eliciting a cry of pain. Bella stood back.
“Three left. Anyone else care to try?”
“Me, me!”
“And me!”
The voices belonged to Sam and Tracey. They pushed their way to the front, and Tracey grabbed the whip from Bella.
“I’ll show you how it’s done,” she cried, triumphantly. Her face set in an ugly grimace, she swung at Sarah with all her might. The loud smack of the whip on Sarah’s bottom forced from her lips a yelp of pain, which was immediately followed by a sort of little dance. Elated, Tracey ignored her friend’s demand to “give us a go, Trace!”, and instead let the hapless Sarah have another, as hard as the first. Sarah yelped again, and began to sob, squirming with pain. Now it was Sam’s turn. Yanking the whip from Tracey’s hand, she struck out blindly, missing Sarah’s bottom and catching the top of her thighs, making her jump up with a scream, vainly clutching at her legs.
“Shit, I missed,” remarked Sam, annoyed. Tracey laughed at her.
“You just need more practice, that’s all, Sam. Maybe you’ll get it this evening.”
A red weal had appeared on the backs of Sarah’s thighs, below her hemline. She was standing now, but still shifting from one foot to the other.
“You’d better watch your step from now on, missy,” said Bella, with an evil sneer, recovering the whip from Sam.
“Yes, miss. I will, miss.”
“Or you know what will happen…” She raised the whip and pushed it into Sarah’s crotch, sliding it slowly back and forth against her panties, making her shudder.
“Yes, miss, Absolutely, miss.”
“Good.”
Tracey was looking at Sarah with a thoughtful expression.
“Bella… ? Do you reckon we could borrow her sometime…? You know, just for a day or two?”
“We’ll see. Sometime maybe, when she’s had a bit more training.” She turned to Sarah. “Now, girl, no slacking. Alice, could you pour some wine? Sarah will take it round to everyone. Well, off you go!”
I had found Jayne again.
“Poor Sarah,” she said, “I wouldn’t like that Bella as a mistress, would you?”
“I wouldn’t like any of this lot, thanks,” I replied.
“But she treats her so badly. I think a slave should be a slave, but she should also love her mistress. I don’t think she loves Bella, do you?”
“No, I don’t. But she won’t be with her forever. If things were different I’d take her on myself – but at the moment that’s impossible. Being a mistress to a permanent slave is a full-time job in itself, a complete physical and spiritual relationship.”
“How does she put up with it? I hope she finds a loving mistress one day.”
“I hope so too. But Jayne, you don’t know her. She can’t help herself. She’s driven. She needs this sort of treatment. She can’t get satisfaction any other way. The main problem at present is that Bella doesn’t fully understand her sexual needs. Unfortunately she not a very empathetic person, as you can see.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Maybe we’ll be able to help her later in the evening. Let’s wait and see.”
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Sandra B,
Thank you for this last chapter.
You have written about my own fantasy. I could feel myself as Sarah in a pink maid outfit, hands bound and with a serving tray attached and totally vulnerable to people who wanted to lift up my skirt to better view my frilly panties.
I would prefer stockings held up by garters (or suspenders, depending on which side of the pond you reside) attached to my tightly laced corset, making me feel even more restricted, savoring the tug of the garters with each step and also be vulnerable to people grabbing a garter and letting go so it would snap back against my thigh.
I think I would prefer being hit in my rear end with a paddle instead of a riding crop.
These are just extremely minor differences and I would really savor Sarah's exact experience.
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This story is getting very interesting.
I think i like the paddle more than the riding crop but both would hurt.
I think Bella has some learning to do and i hope she gets taught as well.
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Chapter 27. Fingers in the Pie.
About seven-thirty the snacks were augmented with a buffet supper which Kitty had prepared. Sarah helped to bring in the plates. There was a lot of food – which was just as well, as the supply of alcohol seemed to be unlimited, and it was becoming evident that it needed soaking up. Everyone had relaxed, the music had been turned up, and the party was beginning to get going. Some were half dancing, as they chatted and swilled their wine. Three were seated, laughing hysterically over some anecdote about an ex-boyfriend. A few yards away from me, Michelle was holding Sarah’s hand, talking seriously to her. I guessed she was a little concerned. I could have told her not to be.
Predictably, it was Tracey who started it. She had been drinking since at least four, and was beginning to become noisy. She muscled in on Michelle’s conversation, till Michelle got fed up and wandered off elsewhere. Tracy had hold of Sarah’s sash with her left hand, pushing her up against the wall, her face close to Sarah’s. Only the tray prevented further intimidation. At the same time as listening to a monologue from one of the other guests about her son, I kept a watch on what was going on. It seemed to me Tracey, if not exactly threatening Sarah, was cataloguing the humiliations she intended to heap on her at some future time, when she had charge of her. I heard “dress you as I please” and “you’ll do what you’re told”. Then there was some reference to Michael, and, with a leer, “I’ll bet you like that, don’t you? Yes, Bella’s told me all about it…” As I watched, Sarah’s eyes began to close, and she let out a long sigh. Then I realised what was happening. Tracey’s other hand was between her legs, one finger extended, moving slowly back and forth. This continued for a while, until tiny spasms began to run through Sarah’s body. At that point, Tracey stopped, smiled, and put her finger in Sarah’s mouth. When she was satisfied it was clean, she said something I didn’t catch, turned, and walked away. I couldn’t work out why she had stopped like that, unless it was to torture the poor woman. But it soon became evident. Tracey was moving amongst her cronies, going from one to the other, whispering. They smiled, and glanced over at Sarah. At that point, she was summoned by Bella.
“Maid? There are empty glasses. Collect them up and hand out new ones. Now!”
Sarah hastened to obey, and, once all the empty glasses had been deposited on her tray, returned to the table where Kitty was ready to load her up with full ones. She had about six, and when she plunged back into the room, she was immediately summoned by the little knot of women around Tracey. She went up to the first - I think her name was Betony - but instead of taking her glass straight away, Betony began to chat smilingly to Sarah, stroking her thigh at the same time. Slowly, her hand made its way between Sarah’s legs, and with two fingers she began to gently massage her pussy through her panties. Sarah was biting her lip, clearly trying to keep her cool, but I could see she was trembling slightly, agitating the surface of the wine in the glasses. After a minute Betony desisted, held up her fingers to show the others, and wiped them on Sarah’s thigh. Sarah passed on to the next guest, and a similar process began. After the third time, her cheeks were glowing, and she looked on the verge of fainting. I had given up all pretence of listening to my colleague, and now I watched, riveted, heart thumping, to see what would happen next. I wasn’t disappointed. Sarah still had two glasses of wine on her tray. But now Tracey, glancing around the room quickly to check she was not being watched, stepped in again. I didn't want spoil things by being too obvious, so I pretended to be looking at my phone, whilst watching proceedings out of the corner of my eye. Positioning herself next to Sarah, with the rest of her friends forming an arc in front of them, I saw her reach down and pull the crotch of Sarah’s panties to one side. Sam came forward and stood at ninety degrees to her friend, shielding Sarah from general view. However, I could catch brief glimpses of what was going on. I saw Sam push one, and after a minute or so two, fingers up inside Sarah, making her gasp and squirm. But in her chained ballet boots, with glasses still on her tray, there wasn't much she could do to resist. The friends looked on eagerly, fidgeting with excitement. Soon Sam’s hand was moving quickly up and down, and within a few seconds the inevitable happened. Sarah threw back her head, and I’m sure she would have cried out loud, had not Tracey quickly covered her mouth. As it was, her body was jolted with orgasm, which took the best part of a minute to subside. Tracey then readjusted her panties, handed out the final two glasses of wine, and, giving her a pat on the bottom, sent her away. I found myself involuntarily shaking and damp with excitement. Sarah was now at the table, collecting more glasses, and as she leant forward I could see she was wet to her stocking tops. I took a deep breath, and went over to her.
“Sarah. You OK? Why don’t you go and clean up?”
“I have to get Bella’s permission.”
“Just go. I’ll clear it with her.”
“OK. Thanks, madam.”
I sought out Bella.
“Sarah’s just gone to the loo. I told her it would be all right.”
Bella looked at me blankly. Her eyes were swimming.
“Are you feeling OK, Bella?”
“Dunno. It suddenly…hit me. I….”
“What have you been drinking? Oh, I see…” She had a glass of wine in one hand, and a large vodka in the other. Her friend grinned at me.
“She’s been doing that all evening.”
“I want to lie down….” She murmured.
I helped her to a bedroom. We passed Sarah on the way, and I threw her a friendly wink. Bella collapsed on the bed, and was immediately asleep. I covered her with the duvet, and left her, and returned to the party. I confess the episode had made me aroused. I had a couple more drinks. I feel a little ashamed of what I did next. I can only blame it on the alcohol. I justified my plan by the thought that it was probably what Sarah needed. I went over to the little group of Tracey, Sam and friends. They looked at me unsmiling.
“I saw what you just did.”
“What did we do?” asked Tracey, defiantly.
“With Sarah.”
“Yeah? So what?” said Sam. “What’s it to do with you? She ain’t your property.”
“No. She’s Bella’s.”
“Well, Bella’s out of it. Where is she, anyway?”
“I’ve just put her to bed.”
“Really.”
Yes. So we can do what we like with Sarah. Are you interested?”
They stared at me.
“I’ve got a couple of toys with me. Want to see?”
“Okay…” said Tracey, uncertainly.
“Back in a sec.”
I went and fetched my bag. When I returned to the room Jayne was waiting for me.
“What’s going on, J? Why are you with those guys? Come an’ have a drink with me, yeah?”
“You look as though you’ve had quite a bit already.”
“Yeah. I love parties. ‘Specially when there’s so much booze…”
“I’m arranging some party games. Come and see.”
”What games?”
“Come see!”
“OK then.”
We made our way back to Tracey’s crowd.
“Jayne, I think you’ve met most of Tracey's friends.”
“Yeah, I guess...”
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you they’re the worst of a bad lot. Very, very naughty. Aren’t you girls?”
In chorus; “Yeah! We're the baddest!”
“No, sorry, I’m the baddest at this party,” responded Jane, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting her face forward confrontationally. “You wanna argue?”
“We’ll see,” I said. “Are you up for a little fun with Sarah?”
“You bet, darling,” said Jayne. “I’ve been waiting for the party to start since half six. I didn’t spend all that time dressin’ and prettifyin’ her just for her to get off scot free.”
“Well she hasn’t, Jayne, but somehow you missed round one. Take a look at these.”
First I produced the ball gag – a nice red ball on a pink strap, to match her outfit. They stared open-mouthed. I handed it to Sam. Next, a medium-sized butt-plug, smooth and black. They couldn’t believe their eyes. They handed it round gingerly. When I brought out the little pink vibrator, no bigger than a lipstick, they were crowding round, fascinated.
“It ain’t very big, is it?” remarked Sam, taking it from me.
“It’s purely for external use, Sam. It small, but powerful. It works, I assure you.”
She turned it on. It nearly jumped out of her hand.
“Wow, you're not joking, are you! Imagine that on your clit!”
“Quite. But if its penetration you’re thinking of, I have one more thing.”
I produced a strap-on,, in my favourite colour: a blue phallus mounted on a black leather plate with black straps.
“Oh my god,” said Jayne, “I bags first go with that!”
“So what do you think?” I asked. “Are you on board?”
There was a universal cry of approval. The other guests stopped their talking and dancing and stared. Sarah looked over at us, puzzled. The party was just about to change up a gear.
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looking forward to seeing what happens next, are those girls going to get what is coming to them?
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Chapter 28. Maid for Pleasure.
“Ok,” I whispered, “Jayne and I will get the ball rolling.”
“Leave it to me,” said Jayne. “I know just what to do. Let’s take her back to the bedroom.”
“Whenever you’re ready,” I said, putting the toys back into my bag.
We made our way to the table, where Sarah was being relieved of empty glasses.
“Can we borrow her a minute, please?” smiled Jayne. “We need to make a little adjustment. Sarah, come with us.”
Jayne led the way back down the corridor.
“Sarah darling,” she was saying, “I’m not completely satisfied with your deportment.”
“My deportment, miss?”
“Yes. It’s important for a maid to carry herself properly. Nice and straight and upright. Dignified. Know what I mean? Fortunately we can do something about that.”
She ushered Sarah into the bedroom. I followed.
“Now, dear, take off your panties. Here, let me help. It’s difficult in those boots, isn’t it?”
Sarah looked slightly alarmed, but she knew better than to query her instructions.
Jayne slipped Sarah’s panties down, and she stepped out of them.
“Goodness, girl, they’re soaking wet! What have you been up to?”
“Nothing, miss, I, er…I…”
“Take off that tray, too. Here, let me undo it. That’s better!”
She tossed the tray onto the bed.
“What happened out there?”
Sarah hung her head.
“It was Tracey an’ that lot, miss Jayne. You probably didn’t see.”
“I didn’t.” She looked at me. “Was that the “round one” you mentioned?”
“It was. Tell Jayne what happened, Sarah.”
“It’s so embarrassing, miss….”
“That’s all right. Just tell me.”
Sarah had lapsed into juvenile mode. I’d seen it before. It was everything - the humiliating outfit, her role as a maid, and the way everyone was treating her.
“Well, miss, like I said, it was that Tracey and that Sam that were the ringleaders. They got me over in the corner there, and started messing about.”
“Messing about?”
“You know, touching me up and everything. I couldn’t get away in these boots an’ all. I would’ve spilt the drinks again, too. So I had to just stand there, while they….”
“Yes?” asked Jayne, interested. “They what?”
“Like I say, they were touching me up, playing with my pussy, and I was getting more and more…you know…and I was pleading with them to stop, pleading. I was saying to Tracey, “please miss, please stop them!” And she was just smiling, and she said I looked as though I liked it, and my panties were getting all sticky, and I didn’t know what to do, and then….”
“Yes. Don’t be shy. You can tell me, darling,” urged Jayne.
“Then….it’s very bad…Tracey pulled my panties aside, and Sam…”
“Yes?”
“Sam…put her finger inside me!”
“She didn’t!”
“She did! And she was sliding it in an out, and I was saying, “stop, oh please stop,” and I was getting more and more…and then she put two in, and went faster, till I knew I couldn’t…. I was still begging them to stop, and they were all looking at me and grinning, and she went faster and faster, and I was sure everyone in the room could hear the sounds, cos I was so wet, I couldn’t help it, and I was saying, “please make her stop, Tracey – I don’t want…in front of all these people,” and then one of them, I think it was Candy, said, “keep going, I think she’s nearly there!”, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t hold it any more, and…and I came! I tried not to, I did, really. And that Tracey put her hand over my mouth to stop me crying out, and they all laughed and clapped! It was horrible!”
“Oh, Sarah, that’s awful! How could they! I’ll have a stern word with that Tracey about it, don’t worry. That’s terrible, isn’t it J?”
“Yes. I’m shocked. Very bad behaviour. There’s really no excuse, is there?”
“Never mind, Sarah,” said Jayne, suppressing a smile. “Luckily I brought you a spare pair of panties. But before we put them on you, I need you to bend over a little. We have something that going to keep you nice and poised and erect.”
She pushed Sarah forward a little and waited for me to hand her the plug. I took it out of my bag and smeared it with lube from the tube I always carried.
“Careful. It’s slippery.”
“It’s quite big, isn’t it, J?”
“It’ll be perfect for Sarah.”
“What are you doing?” asked Sarah, nervously.
“Keep still, dear. Open your legs a little. Good girl. This’ll only take a moment.
Whilst I gently separated Sarah’s buttocks, Jayne began to insert the plug. Sarah gave a little cry of protest, but she realised at once she had no choice. Once it was half-way in, Jayne gave it a little push, and it slid home firmly, with nothing showing but a small black button.
“There. I’m sure that feels better, doesn’t it. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes miss. Thank you miss.”
“Now, let me get your clean panties…. Here we are. Just step in… And there. All done. We can go back, now, can’t we, Jacinth?”
We returned to the lounge. The plug was having the desired effect; Sarah was walking very tall and erect.
“We’re going to talk to Tracey and sort this out, Sarah,” I said. “You can’t serve any drinks without your tray, so if you’d just like to wait here for a moment…”
“Thank you, miss.”
Jayne and I went over to talk to the miscreants.
“I’ve heard about what happened,” said Jayne, with a wink. “I confess, you lot are badder than I thought. The poor girl’s very upset.”
“Yes, but we’ve revived her a little with the butt plug. See how nice and straight she’s standing?”
“Ooh, yes,” said Sam. “So what’s the plan?”
“Well, how about this?” And I unfolded my idea. “But first I think we should loosen her up with a drink or two, don’t you? She been working so hard.”
They all nodded. I called Sarah over.
“Sarah,” said Tracey, “I’m sorry we got a bit carried away just now. I apologise. I realise now it wasn’t very nice of us. Do you forgive us?”
“Yes, Miss Tracey. I’m just the maid, after all. It’s not my place…”
“Good girl. Please have a drink with us. You deserve a break.”
“Well, I’m not sure I should…. Bella…”
“Don’t worry, Sarah,” I said. “She’s fast asleep, and will be for hours by the look of her. Here, I’ll get you a glass of wine, and undo your hands.”
Jayne and I went to the table and brought over full glasses. Everyone in the room was having a good time, and was inebriated to one degree or another. Soon we were all chatting and drinking happily. Sarah must have been thirsty after her experience. She emptied one glass and I got her another. The sudden release from servitude, combined with the alcohol, and the carefree atmosphere, seemed to have given her a false sense of security. So charmingly naïve! After the third glass, she was chatting and laughing with the others as if they were old friends.
“So, Sarah,” smiled Tracey, “what’s it like working for Bella?”
“Well…”
“I imagine she’s quite a martinet. I know I wouldn’t like to be her sub.”
“She is! Well, maybe I shouldn’t say it…. Please don’t tell her.”
“Of course not! I’ve never liked her very much. Nor that boyfriend of hers…what’s his name? Martin?”
“Michael.”
“Michael. That’s right. How do you get on with him?”
“Not very well, Tracey.” Sarah, becoming bolder and a little tipsy, seemed to have completely forgotten her place. “No. Not at all well. Do you know, she makes me…oh, no, I’d better not say…”
“Oh, come on! You can tell us. We’re your friends.”
So she told them. All the stuff she’d told me on the phone.
“Goodness, dear. Here, have another glass. I’m shocked! So you actually have to….”
“Yes!”
“Her as well? I don’t believe it!”
“I do! I’m telling you!”
“I’ve never heard of a maid being used for that! Don’t you object?”
“I can’t! She’d just punish me if I tried. Anyway, it’s not that bad. She gets so aroused, sometimes I think she prefers that to having sex with Michael. I can’t help getting a little excited myself.”
“Really? So you like doing it?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that…”
“I think you should give us a demonstration.”
“What? Sorry….I don’t…”
“I’m sure we could find a volunteer for you.” She raised her voice. “Girls? Our little maid here has been telling me all about the nice things she has to do for her mistress…” The hubbub of conversation subsided, and everyone looked at Tracey, waiting for elucidation. Sarah looked at her with horror.
“Tracey….no, please!”
“Such as?” someone asked.
“You know, when she goes down on her knees…”
A chorus of “Ooooh”.
“I was wondering….maybe we should ask her for a demonstration. What do you think?”
Several voices shouted, “Yes!” “Sweet!”
“But we’d need a volunteer…..”
There was a moment of silent incredulity, then a flurry of hands and chorus of shouts: “I will!” “Me, me!” “Yes!”
“Tracey, why did you do that? It’s not fair!”
“Miss Tracey to you, young lady! Now, put that drink down. It’s time for work!”
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Chapter 29. A Cunning Plan Realised.
I’m not proud of my part in this episode. I realise now that my desire to humiliate is just as great as the submissive’s desire to be humiliated. Both of us are fuelled by a deep sexual yearning, arising from god knows where. We are two sides of the same coin. We should have the strength of will to resist our worst inclinations, but we don’t. I try to excuse my behaviour and justify my indulgence by remembering Blake’s remark, that “those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.” I admit that my feelings of guilt can’t be powerful enough to moderate my behaviour, that I am most elated when it is most indulged. I am a sinner who at heart prefers sin to purity, who has few moral scruples when it comes to sex. I only hope there are some areas of my spirit that are prepared to sacrifice self to the good of others. I hope my love for Debbie is not itself wholly selfish. Debbie! I remembered that she would have been seeing Andrew this week. With all the stuff going on I had rather put him and Steve out of my mind. But I was going round after the party and we’d be able to catch up.
In any case, I shall relate what happened, and be truthful about my part in it, and the reader must judge me as he or she will. Tracey and I took control. We took a cushion from one of the armchairs and placed it in front of another armchair for Sarah to kneel on. Then we assembled the volunteers – there were four at first, including Jayne – and selected the order of priority by tossing a coin. The winner was a lady called Chloe. She was already wearing a black minidress, so all she needed to do was to remove her panties, which she did without the slightest sign of self-consciousness. But I guess we all had drunk enough by that time to have lost most of our inhibitions. She took her seat in the armchair and threw her legs over the arms. Tracey led Sarah to the cushion and we helped her kneel. She hesitated for a moment, but Chloe reached own and gently pulled Sarah’s head between her legs.
“Don’t be shy, darling. You know you want to…”
As Sarah went about her duties, a fascinated silence fell upon the room. She placed her hands on Chloe’s thighs, and buried her face between them. After a minute or two, Chloe began to emit faint sighs, and liquid sounds emanated from below. Sarah was working enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down, her face pressed ever deeper into Chloe’s pussy. The climax wasn’t long in coming. Chloe gave a sudden groan, her head fell back, and she cried out a series of little “oh”s, while her muscles tightened and whole body shook and trembled. When she finally relaxed, her eyes still closed, a smile of satisfaction spread across her face.
“Oh my god….that was…..amazing….”
“Eight minutes,” someone said.
Sarah withdrew her face, glistening with Chloe’s juices, and sat back on her haunches. She stared at the floor, apparently overcome with embarrassment. But she had little time for modesty. Even while Chloe was struggling to her feet, the next in line was taking her place, to cries of encouragement from the guests.
“Go, Josie!” “We’re timing you, dear. Bet you can’t beat eight minutes!”
Josie slid down in the chair, forcing Sarah to go down on all fours. I wasn’t sure I could cope with more, and my arousal was making me long to be with Debbie. I left the room and called her.
“Darling. It’s me. How are you?”
“J! How’s the party going? I’ve just finished at the clinic.”
“How was it with Andrew?”
“Oh, I think he’s coming along nicely. I’ll tell you all about it later.”
“OK. I suppose you don’t feel up to coming over? It’s pretty wild here.”
At that moment there was a scream of orgasm from the lounge.
“What was that?”
“One of the girls. Sarah’s entertaining them, if you know what I mean.”
“Really? I’d like to see that, but I’m so tired…. I need to freshen up and have a drink. I think I’ll stay here and wait for you.”
“Fine. Jayne said you’d had a busy week. Can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too…”
“Debbie?”
“Yes, J?”
“You don’t mind that I do this stuff, do you?”
“Darling, we talked about this the other night. Of course not. You’re providing a service, just like me. I don’t make judgements about what people choose to do, unless it’s harming someone.”
“You know I love you, don’t you? I mean, not just because you’re beautiful and sexy, but for yourself, for all the things we’ve talked about.” To be honest, I was feeling a little guilty that I was here, and not with her. That my sexuality wasn’t entirely devoted to my lover.
“I do know it, J. And I love you wholly as well. I believe we are truly sympathetic, not just in a physical sense, but in every way, spiritually and intellectually, if that doesn’t sound pretentious. Every person is a mind and a body welded into one – a single entity. And you are yourself, and I love that self as I love my own self. I’m not going to say more than I love myself, which stupid people sometimes do. It may be that I would sacrifice myself for you, but I’m only going to say what I feel at this moment, with no false exaggeration – that to me, you and I are one.”
“Dear Debbie…”
“Now go and enjoy the party. I need a drink, and the guests need your leadership, I’m sure. Do what you feel, but just make sure you’re hot for me when you get home!”
“Ok,” I laughed, “you need have no worries about that! See you later, Debs.”
“Bye, J.”
That short conversation was enough. I felt revivified, exhilarated. As I made my way down the corridor I heard a familiar voice cry, “Oh, god, yes! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Jayne! I hurried in, just in time to witness her climax. She was biting her lip, her eyes tight shut and her mop of black hair quivering. Shock after shock ran through her body before she eventually collapsed, gasping, her hands hanging down the sides of the chair.
I heard someone remark, admiringly, “Wow. She lasted nearly eleven minutes. That’s the record so far.”
Jayne had sat up, and was cuddling Sarah.
“You the best lover I ever had, darling! I wish you was mine!”
Everyone laughed. But I was already planning the final act in this little drama.
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Chapter 30. Living Doll.
When all who wanted had had their way with our little maid, and Jayne had fully recovered from her exertions, I helped my friend out of the room, away from the noise of drunken laugher. Sarah herself had been lifted back on her feet, and was standing awkwardly in the midst of the guests, her makeup smudged, her hair dishevelled, uncertain of what was required of her now, the butt of everyone’s jibes, jokes and gropes.
“Jayne. How are you feeling?”
“I swear, J, that was, like, the best orgasm I’ve ever had! Who needs a man when she’s available?”
“Good, eh? She really throws herself into it, doesn’t she?”
“Right in!”
“Look. I have an idea. Let’s get her out of there and get her cleaned up. Then we could….”
My voice sank to a whisper. A few moments later we were leading Sarah back down to the bedroom.
“Come on, darling. Let’s get you sorted out. Are you all right?”
“Yes, thank you, miss. Though my jaw is aching a bit, and my lips feel funny.”
“Yes. They’re a bit swollen, that’s all. Not surprising, really.”
“Was my…performance satisfactory, miss?”
“Satisfactory?” chimed in Jayne. “Spectacular is the word that comes to mind.”
Once back in the bedroom, I relieved Sarah of her panties and the butt-plug. She gave a sigh of relief.
“I think that was too big for me, miss. My butt feels weird!”
“You poor thing! Never mind. I think I have something that will help. I had a tube of soft cream in my bag, which had been in the fridge at home. It was still quite cold. I pressed it against her butt and squeezed some in. She sighed.
“Aah. That’s nice! Thank you miss!”
“Good. I think we can dispense with these now, don’t you?” I put her sticky panties in a plastic bag and stowed them away.
Jayne tied a bib around her neck, removed her earrings, and washed her face and hair. She used a bright pink hair-dye and brushed and dried her hair simultaneously to give it plenty of volume. Then she applied a white foundation power to Sarah’s face and neck. She was already looking pretty eye catching. She stared at herself in the mirror.
“I look like a doll, miss! What are you doing?”
“Have patience, dear. You’ll soon see.”
Next, Jayne applied a pair of insanely long false eyelashes, and a hint of pink eye shadow. She gave Sarah’s lips a coating of beautifully shiny neon-pink gloss, and replaced her pink earrings.
“I’m very pink again,” remarked Sarah.
“Nearly as pink as the décor,” laughed Jayne, “but I haven’t quite finished yet.”
She searched her makeup box and finally produced a compact containing a bright pink powder blusher. She proceeded to apply this to Sarah’s whitened cheeks using a careful, circular motion, until she had two little pink roses, and Sarah’s face looked for all the world just like that of a child’s doll!
“There! What do you think?”
“You’re so clever, Jayne.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…” she replied, uncertainly. “It makes me feel sort of…funny.”
“Good funny or bad funny?”
“Oh, good funny. I feel sort of…perfect – you know, like a brand new toy, still in the box.”
“Just waiting to be played with,” I suggested. I think Sarah blushed, but it was impossible to tell.
“Now, where’s that collar and leash?” said Jayne. “Oh, here it is. Hold still. You’re going to need this too.”
Bella’s leash had been discarded when we first dressed Sarah, but I needed it back on for the successful execution of my plan. And one final thing from my bag of accessories. I fastened the collar and let the lead hand down in front. It had a little loop at the end. Perfect. Then I picked up my bag from the floor next to the bed.
“A special little treat for you, darling,” I cooed. “I hope you like it.”
I took out a the pièce de resistance, a red ball gag on a padded pink strap. The ball was of Sorbo rubber, with a glossy skin, so that, although it was on the large side, it was not unyielding. I wanted Sarah to be dumb, but comfortable. She gasped when she caught sight of it.
“Now, dear, look in the mirror while I put it on you. Open wide, there’s a good girl. That’s right. In it goes. Goodness, it only just fits, doesn’t it? Can you talk? No? Perfect!”
I fastened the strap firmly behind her head, and tucked in the end. She was staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes almost as wide as her mouth. Her shiny pink lips were stretched around the shiny red ball in the prettiest way. She no longer looked like a child’s toy – more like a sex doll!
“I just need to refasten your hands.”
Sarah obediently put her hands behind her back, and I tied them with the ribbon as before. Now everything was ready. Jayne went ahead, I picked up my bag, and when I led Sarah back into the lounge, she had already opened the French doors and turned on the patio lights, as I had asked. As we entered the chatter stopped abruptly and there was a chorus of surprised exclamations, punctuated with a couple of delighted screams. Without comment, I led Sarah out onto the brightly lit patio. I turned her round so that she was facing her audience, and then, kneeling down, I linked her ballet boots together – but before I did so, I pulled on the leash, forcing her to bend forward, and slipped the steel link through the loop. I stood up. Perfect! She was now bent forward from the waist at an angle of about sixty degrees, her hands tied behind her, and quite unable to move or take a step. The boots elevated her nicely, so that her ass was not merely easily accessible, but, I would say, irresistible. I left her there for the others to examine while I went back to the bedroom to get a couple of things. When I returned she was already being probed by inquisitive fingers.
“Look, she’s actually oozing creamy stuff from here,” someone was saying.
“What you got?” asked Jayne.
I produced the strap-on and the vibrator. Everyone stared for a moment. Michelle was the first to fall in.
“Me first! Mr first! Please!”
So young Michelle got first go. Her friends helped her buckle up the harness, and roll on a condom, while Sam took charge of the vibrator. Sarah, from her restricted position, strained to watch what was going on, her eyes wide with alarm.
“You’ve got a choice!” laughed Sam, as Michelle took up her position behind the quivering Sarah. “Which one you gonna start with?”
“Hmm,” said Michelle, thoughtfully laying a finger on her cheek, “maybe…maybe this one? The creamy one? It should be nice and slippery inside.”
That was six months ago. I’ll leave what followed to your imagination. Suffice it to say everyone enjoyed that night, perhaps not least Sarah herself. Oh, apart from Bella, of course. She wasn’t seen till late the next day, with an aching head and a grumpy face. Just before dawn the last guest fell asleep, draped over the arm of a chair. The next day Sarah went home with Jayne, never to return to her previous mistress. I went home to Debbie – Doctor Cavendish – and I’ve been there ever since. We support each other in our professions. I’m still part-time, and I got my place at uni in Nottingham. I start next year. We’re discussing moving so it doesn’t interfere with our being together. It’s no problem for Debbie – Jayne can run the business – but I’d have to start out on my own. Danielle’s offered to help me get things going. She says start small, and grow slowly. I’ll miss Danielle. But we’ll never lose touch. I’ll never forget that first phone call. The call that led me to Debbie, and opened up for me a much broader and more exciting life.
I realise that in my country – I cannot speak for others – there are varied views about the indulgence of sexual desires. There are those free of constraint, and those who, usually through personal frigidity rather than altruism, prefer to suppress or deny sexual feelings in themselves and others, in unconscious homage to our Puritan past. Of all the emotions, sexual desire – lust, if you like – is the one least governable by self-control. It is necessary to procreation, to survival, and therefore the most powerful. It is a perversion to regard it as a sin, whatever form it may take. The evil that is associated with the sex industry, and often cited as a manifestation of the degeneracy of sexual feelings, is nothing to do with natural sexual desire. It is the product of poverty, and of the worst and most reprehensible elements of human nature – greed, cruelty, and a psychopathic lust for physical power and dominance over others. But the main driving force is greed, which is the most commonplace manifestation of self-obsession and meanness. Let us then, as a society, punish the calculated sin of greed, rather than the innocent expression of sexual desire.
The End
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Sandra B, A fantastic finish to a wonderful story. I can't wait for your next endeavor. If it is like your other stories, we will be in for a treat. Thank You.
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Yes. Even worse elsewhere - Egypt? The worst. Sama el-Masry the latest.
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SandraB,
That was a great finish to a great story. I like your portrayal of all of the characters and personally found Sarah's character the most stimulating ;).
I hope you will post more of your well written stories in the future.
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SandraB, Just as any story has to end, this one ended on a good note for everyone involved. You did a masterful job on this story. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D