The Descent

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Chapter 7: Meeting Mister Don

Johanna’s boyfriend, Don Timmerman, couldn't hide his frustration. He didn't understand how she could prefer spending so much time with this puny, effeminate Ludo boy, while she had him, a tall, muscular popular boy as a boyfriend.

“Johanna, I’ve got to ask,” Don began, a hint of annoyance in his voice, “why do you waste your time with this Ludo? I don’t get it. He’s such a wimp. I’ve seen him in class, always with his nose in a book, never standing up for himself. Why bother with some loser like that?”
Johanna laughed, shaking her head at Don’s jealousy. She decided it was time to reveal the truth about Ludo’s situation.
“Don, you have nothing to worry about. Ludo is hardly a threat. Let me show you something.”
She pulled out her phone and began showing him her collection of photos, videos, and letters from Ludo. The images showed Ludo in various humiliating situations, dressed in increasingly feminine clothing and performing degrading tasks.
Don’s eyes widened as he looked through the evidence. Then, he burst out laughing, unable to contain his amusement. “Are you serious? This is hilarious! I had no idea he was like this.”
Johanna smiled, pleased with Don’s reaction. “See? There’s nothing to be jealous of. Ludo is just our little plaything. In fact, he loves it.”
Don continued to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is too good. Can I join in? I want to play with him too.”
Johanna considered Don’s request. She saw no reason to deny him; in fact, having Don involved could add a new layer of fun to their games. “Of course, you can join in. Ludo will do whatever we tell him. He’s so submissive!”
Don grinned, already imagining the possibilities. “This is going to be great. I have so many ideas.”

The sun was shining brightly on the day of Johanna's next pool party, the perfect weather to enjoy a refreshing swim. Ludo arrived, dressed in a new, frilly swimsuit that Johanna and Mauranne had picked out for him. It was a bright pink one-piece with ruffled layers and a cute bow at the back. The straps were thin and adorned with tiny, sparkling sequins. The lower part of the swimsuit had an attached tutu-like skirt, fluttering softly with every movement. Ludo also wore matching pink water shoes and a delicate, lace-trimmed swim cap that completed the look.
As he timidly walked towards the pool area, he noticed Don, sitting confidently by the edge, chatting and laughing with Johanna and Mauranne. Don was everything Ludo wasn't, and his presence always made Ludo feel even smaller and shyer in comparison.

When Don spotted him, he let out a hearty laugh. “Well, well, if it isn't our little princess!” he called out, his tone dripping with amusement.
Ludo blushed deeply, looking down at his frilly swimsuit, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever. “H-Hello, Don,” he stammered.
Don stood up, towering over Ludo. “So, Ludo, I hear you've been playing the obedient little girl for my girlfriend and her sister. How about you show me the same respect?” His voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument.
Mauranne, eager to impress Don, stepped forward with a mischievous smile. “Ludo, curtsy and greet Don properly.”
Ludo swallowed hard, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He held the sides of his tutu-like skirt and performed a deep curtsy. “Good afternoon, Mr. Don. How may I serve you today?” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady.
Don chuckled, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. “That's better. Now, I want you to thank Johanna for teaching me all about your little routines.”
Ludo glanced at Johanna, his eyes pleading for mercy, but her expression was firm. He curtsied again. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, for teaching Mr. Don about my duties,” he said outloud.

“Good girl,” Mauranne laughed. She turned to Don. “You know, Don, I too make Ludo do all sorts of things. He's served us drinks, given us massages, painted our nails – and he always does it with the utmost grace.“
Don's eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? Well, Ludo, I think you should give me a demonstration.” He pointed to the poolside lounge chairs. “Start by bringing me a drink.“
Ludo nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He curtsied and scurried over to the poolside bar, the ruffles of his swimsuit bouncing with each step. He carefully poured a glass of lemonade, then returned to Don, holding the glass with both hands. He performed another curtsy. “Here is your drink, Mr. Don,” he said, handing the glass to him.
Don took a sip, nodding in approval. “Not bad. Now, how about a massage? My shoulders are a bit tense.”
Ludo knelt behind him, his hands trembling as he began to massage Don's broad shoulders. “Like this, Mr. Don?” he asked tentatively.
Don leaned back, enjoying the attention. “Yeah, that's good. Keep going.“

Mauranne watched with a satisfied smile, then leaned closer to Don, whispering conspiratorially. “You should make him bring snacks and keep the area tidy. He's very attentive to detail.”
Don laughed. “Alright, Ludo. Fetch some snacks for everyone.”
Ludo quickly fetched a tray of snacks from the nearby table. He carefully arranged the assortment of fruits, crackers, and cheese, then brought the tray over to Don, Johanna, and Mauranne. He performed another curtsy before setting the tray down. “Here are your snacks, Mr. Don, Miss Johanna, and Miss Mauranne,” he said politely.
“Good job, Ludo,” Don said, taking a piece of cheese. “Now, keep the area tidy. Make sure everything is in order.“
Ludo nodded and immediately started tidying up around the pool area. He picked up stray towels, straightened lounge chairs, and ensured that everything was in its proper place. Each time he passed Don or the girls, he made sure to curtsy and acknowledge their presence.

Mauranne watched with a satisfied smile, then turned to Don. “Ludo is also very good at making sure we're all comfortable. You should ask him to fluff your pillow or fan you if you get too hot.”
Don grinned. “I like the sound of that. Ludo, fluff my pillow and then fan me. It's a hot day, after all.”
Ludo obediently fetched a fluffy poolside pillow and fluffed it before placing it behind Don's back. He then picked up a large, decorative fan and began fanning Don, making sure to keep the air moving to cool him down. “Is this alright, Mr. Don?” he asked, his voice meek.
“Perfect,” Don replied, lounging back with a satisfied smile. “Keep it up.”

Mauranne continued to recount more of Ludo's past tasks, describing in detail how he would humiliate himself. “You know, Ludo has even danced for us before. It was quite entertaining.”
Don's eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? Well, Ludo, I think it's time for a little performance. Show us one of your dances.”
Ludo's face burned with humiliation, but he complied, performing a small, graceful dance, twirling in his frilly swimsuit. Each spin made the tutu-like skirt flare out, adding to his embarrassment.
Don clapped his hands slowly, clearly entertained. “Nice moves, Ludo. But don't forget to thank us for the privilege.”
Ludo stopped dancing and curtsied deeply, his voice trembling with each word. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don, for allowing me to serve you and perform for you.”
Don leaned back, his smile wide with satisfaction. “I think I could get used to this,” he said, taking another sip of his lemonade. “You've trained him well, ladies.”

Mauranne beamed, happy to have impressed Don. “Thank you, Don. And remember, Ludo, always show respect and gratitude. That's what good little girls do.“
Ludo nodded, feeling utterly humiliated yet completely under their control. “Yes, Miss Mauranne,” he replied softly, performing one last curtsy for good measure.

The day continued with Ludo serving and obeying every command. He fetched more drinks, tidied up continuously, all while making sure to thank them and curtsy with every task. Each act reinforced his role as their obedient, little plaything, especially under Don's watchful and amused eye.

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Chapter 8: The Romantic Dinner

One evening when his parents were away, Don invited Johanna over for a romantic dinner. Obviously, he was counting on the assistance of his little maid. For the occasion, he bought him a classic French maid uniform. The dress was a glossy black satin with white lace trimmings. It had puffed sleeves that ended just above his elbows, adorned with delicate lace cuffs. The bodice was form-fitting, cinching tightly at his waist, and the skirt flared out in a series of ruffled layers that ended mid-thigh, revealing the tops of his lace-trimmed white stockings.
Around his waist, Ludo wore a white apron with a large bow at the back. It apron had intricate lace details and a pocket where he kept a small, frilly handkerchief. On his feet, he wore black patent leather shoes with a slight heel and white ankle socks with lace frills. To complete the outfit, Don placed a small, lacy headband on Ludo's head.

Don inspected him one last time before allowing him to begin his tasks. “Remember, Ludo, you must be respectful and polite at all times. Address your master and mistress properly, and always curtsy when you speak.”
Ludo nodded, feeling both nervous and determined to fulfill his duties. “Yes Sir,” he replied, performing a deep curtsy.

He spent the day cleaning Don's house meticulously. He dusted every surface, vacuumed the floors, and ensured that each room was spotless. He scrubbed the kitchen counters, polished the silverware, and set the dining table with precision. The table was adorned with a crisp white tablecloth, elegant place settings, and a vase of fresh flowers as the centerpiece.
As evening approached, he moved to the kitchen to prepare the meal. He cooked a sumptuous dinner, following a detailed menu that Don had provided. The aroma of roasted chicken, sautéed vegetables, and freshly baked bread filled the house, creating an inviting atmosphere.
Just before Johanna was scheduled to arrive, he double-checked everything, making sure the house was immaculate and the meal was ready.

When she arrived, looking stunning in a chic evening dress, Don greeted her warmly and led her to the dining room. Ludo curtsied deeply as they entered. “Good evening, Miss Johanna” he said politely. “Dinner is ready to be served.“
Don nodded approvingly. “Excellent, Ludo. You may serve us now.“
Ludo moved with practiced grace, serving the first course – a delicate salad with a light vinaigrette. He ensured that their glasses were always filled with their preferred beverages, constantly attentive to their needs. As he served, he curtsied and thanked them for the opportunity to serve.
“Here is your salad, Miss Johanna,” Ludo said, performing a curtsy as he placed the plate before her. “I hope you enjoy it.”
Johanna smiled, clearly pleased with the arrangement. “Thank you, Ludo. It looks lovely.”

The evening continued with Ludo serving each course, always with a polite curtsy and a soft-spoken acknowledgment. He brought out the main course, presenting it with a flourish. “Roast chicken with sautéed vegetables, Mr. Don and Miss Johanna,” he announced, curtsying again.
Don leaned back, enjoying the meal and the service. “Well done, Ludo. Keep up the good work.”
As they enjoyed their meal, the maid remained nearby, ready to refill glasses, clear plates, and bring out the next course. He served dessert – a decadent chocolate mousse – and then stepped back, waiting for further instructions.

After Johanna and Don had finished their meal, they moved to the living room to to make out on the couch. Ludo began to clear the table, carefully collecting the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. He washed and dried each piece of silverware, plate, and glass with meticulous care, ensuring everything was spotless before putting them away.
Once Johanna decided it was time to leave, Don escorted her to the door, thanking her for a wonderful evening. She thanked her boyfriend for the wonderful service, without a glance at the maid who was standing behind. After she left, Don returned to find Ludo still tidying up.

“Good job tonight, Ludo,” Don said, his tone still authoritative but with a hint of satisfaction. “Now finish up and make sure the kitchen is spotless before you leave.”
Ludo curtsied deeply. “Yes, Mr. Don. Thank you for the opportunity to serve you and Miss Johanna this evening.”

He completed his tasks, scrubbing the countertops, sweeping the floors, and making sure everything was in perfect order.

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Chapter 9: A Whole Weekend

A few weeks later, the girls had the house to themselves again for a whole weekend. Ludo arrived at their house on Friday evening. Right away, he was dressed in a baby pink satin dress with multiple layers of ruffles and lace, puffed sleeves, and a large bow at the back. He wore matching pink knee-high socks with lace trim and shiny patent leather shoes. A pink headband with a large bow completed his look.
Johanna clapped her hands and said, “Alright, Ludo! Show us your twirls!”

He began to spin around the room, his dress flaring out. “Is this good, Miss Johanna?” he asked, trying to keep his movements graceful.
Mauranne sighed dramatically. “Oh, Ludo, you need to twirl more elegantly! And make sure to hold your curtsy longer!”
He tried to comply but was clearly nervous. “Like this, Miss Mauranne?” He deepened his curtsy, but Mauranne was unimpressed.
Johanna frowned. “No, no, you’re still not getting it. Go practice in front of the mirror. And for this, you get to scrub the bathroom sink tomorrow.”

Next, Mauranne set up a tiny tea party. “Ludo, pour us some tea!”
Ludo poured imaginary tea from the tiny teapot. “Would you like some tea, Miss Johanna? Miss Mauranne?”
Johanna took a sip and wrinkled her nose. “This tea isn’t hot enough. It should be steaming! And, Ludo, you need to dance while serving us. It’s not that hard!”
Mauranne added, “Yes, and don’t forget to curtsy after each pour. You’re really not doing well today.”
Ludo danced around, his cheeks red, and poured the imaginary tea with exaggerated care. “I’m sorry, Miss Mauranne,” he said as he curtsied after each pour.
Mauranne snapped, “You’re still not doing it right. Tomorrow you’ll clean the living room floors.”

Next, Johanna picked out accessories from a box. “Put this bonnet on, Ludo.”
Johanna placed the bonnet on Ludo’s head, and Mauranne added a feathered boa. “Now pose for us!”
Ludo struck a pose, trying to look graceful. “How do I look, Miss Mauranne?”
Mauranne sighed loudly. “You need to do more dramatic poses! And don’t slouch! If you don’t get it right, you’ll have to clean the entire house later.”
Johanna added, “Yes, and make sure you’re smiling. Now, do it again!”
Ludo posed again, trying to follow their instructions. Mauranne and Johanna seemed only marginally pleased but still added cleaning of the entire house for the next day as a punishment.

Then, Johanna and Mauranne set up a runway. “Walk the runway, Ludo!”
He walked back and forth, trying to be graceful. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said with each turn, curtsying deeply.
Mauranne scowled. “You’re still not doing it right. Your walks are too stiff! Do it again. And while you’re at it, you’re going to iron all the clothes in the laundry room tomorrow.”

Ludo redid the runway walk, his face showing signs of frustration. “Is this better, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, hoping to get it right this time.
Johanna and Mauranne only grudgingly nodded, making sure he understood that his performance was still not up to their standards.
After a long evening of having fun and being served, the girls went to bed telling him to clean up the mess he had made in the house.

The next morning, he woke up early, dressed in his French maid uniform and prepared breakfast.
He entered Johanna's bedroom with the breakfast tray. “Good morning, Miss Johanna,” he said softly.
She inspected the tray and frowned. “The juice isn’t cold enough. And the croissants are not arranged properly!”
He quickly ran to the kitchen to add ice cubes and he then re-arranged the croissants. Johanna watched him closely, clearly exasperated. “Thank you for your patience with me, Miss Johanna,” he said, his voice trembling.
She dismissed him without a word.

He entered Mauranne's bedroom with the second breakfast tray. “Good morning, Miss Mauranne.”
“You're late. This is unacceptable!” she scolded him, “Now you need to clean the entire bathroom as well.”

After breakfast, Ludo made the beds, tucking in the sheets and arranging the pillows.
Mauranne inspected the beds and immediately noticed a wrinkle. “This bed is not made properly! And look at these pillows; they’re not fluffed enough!”
Johanna joined in, “This is not acceptable. Go redo it. And you’re also going to clean the windows in the living room.”
Ludo adjusted the sheets and fluffed the pillows again. “Is this better now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, trying to meet their exacting standards.
Johanna and Mauranne sighed. “Finally, but you still need to clean the windows.”

All morning, Ludo cleaned the house, starting with dusting surfaces, vacuuming, and cleaning the windows. Johanna and Mauranne followed behind, inspecting his work.
Mauranne found a spot of dust. “You missed this area. And the windows aren’t spotless!”
Johanna added, “You need to do it all over again. And remember, you’re also going to be scrubbing the floors.”
Ludo re-dusted the surfaces and cleaned the windows again. “Is this acceptable, Miss Mauranne?” he asked.
Mauranne said, “It’s a bit better, but you’re still scrubbing the floors.”

Ludo did the laundry, sorted it, and ironed the clothes. Mauranne checked the ironing.
“This shirt isn’t pressed well enough. And this pair of pants has wrinkles!” Mauranne snapped.
Johanna agreed, “You need to redo the ironing. And for your mistake, you’ll also be cleaning the gutters outside.”
Ludo ironed the clothes again. “Is this correct now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, exhausted.
Johanna nodded with an air of finality. “Yes, but remember, you still have more to do.”

His only “break” was to prepare the lunch. But, when Johanna and Mauranne tasted the meal Johanna frowned. “This salad is under-seasoned. It’s not acceptable!”
Mauranne added, “It isn’t mixed properly. Re-make it, and you’ll also be tidying up the garden.”
Ludo re-seasoned and mixed the salad again. “Is it better now, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, feeling defeated.
Johanna and Mauranne looked at the meal, somewhat satisfied. “It’s better. But don’t forget the garden.”

After lunch, Ludo ironed clothes again. Mauranne found a few wrinkles.
“You’ve missed some spots,” she said with a sigh. “Redo it and make sure you get every wrinkle out. And you’ll also be shining my shoes.”
Ludo re-ironed the clothes and then shine the shoes. “Is this correct now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, hoping for a reprieve.
Johanna nodded reluctantly. “Yes, it’s finally acceptable. But you still have the garden.”

He thought he would never end it. However, in the evening, when his mistresses' meal was ready, he was made to play the role of a little sister again. He was dressed in a pastel-colored, frilly dress with a petticoat, knee-high socks with bows, and a lacy headband.
Johanna and Mauranne set up a tea party with plush toys. “Come on, little sister, let’s play tea party!” Johanna said with a hint of impatience.
Ludo served imaginary tea. “Would you like some tea, Mr. Bear?”
Mauranne sighed. “This is supposed to be fun. You need to be more enthusiastic! And don’t forget to curtsy after serving each toy. And now, you will eat your mixed vegetables unheated.”
Ludo tried to comply, his face showing his growing frustration. “Thank you for playing with me, Miss Mauranne,” he said.

During dinner, for his reluctance to eat his plate of cold mixed vegetables, he was deprived of dessert and sent to bed just after clearing the table and tidying the kitchen.
Johanna and Mauranne still read him a bedtime story. He listened attentively, trying to stay engaged.
Johanna finished the story and said, “Alright, now it’s time to put your baby doll to bed.”
Ludo rocked the doll, singing softly. “Sleep tight, Ludivine.”
Mauranne, exasperated, said, “You’re still not doing it right. Ludivine needs to be more cuddled. And you’ll have to redo all the bedtime chores.”
Ludo re-cuddled the doll and followed the bedtime routine again. “Is this better now, Miss Mauranne?” he asked.
Mauranne said, “Finally, but you’ll still need to clean up your room before bed.”

On Sunday morning, Ludo dressed in his French maid outfit and prepared breakfast. He made sure the meal included pastries, eggs Benedict, and fruit.
“Good morning, Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne,” he said as they entered the kitchen.
Johanna looked at the table. “The eggs Benedict aren’t warm enough. And the fruit isn’t arranged properly.”
Mauranne added, “You need to redo it and don’t forget to scrub the bathroom sinks.”
Ludo adjusted the meal and cleaned the sinks again. “Is it acceptable now, Miss Johanna?” he asked.
Johanna and Mauranne nodded, though their expressions were still stern. “Yes, but you still have more tasks.”

After another morning of work Ludo prepared a roast dinner for Sunday lunch. He followed the recipe carefully and presented the meal well.
Johanna tasted the food and said, “The roast isn’t cooked evenly. It’s not acceptable.”
Mauranne agreed, “And the vegetables are overcooked. Redo the meal, and you’ll also need to sweep the driveway.”
Ludo re-cooked the roast and fixed the vegetables. “Is this better now, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, hoping for their approval.
Johanna and Mauranne looked at the meal and nodded. “Yes, but don’t forget the driveway.”

After lunch, Ludo cleaned up the kitchen and dining area. He washed, dried, and put away dishes, polished countertops, and tidied up.
Mauranne found a spot of grease on the countertop. “You missed this area. Clean it properly, and you’ll also need to mow the lawn.”

Ludo cleaned the countertop and mowed the lawn. “Is everything correct now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, feeling exhausted.
Johanna finally said, “Yes, it’s acceptable now. You may thank us and leave.”
“I think we deserve a thank you letter after all this weekend,” Mauranne added.

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Chapter 10: The Letter To Miss Johanna And Miss Mauranne

Dear Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne,

i am writing to express my deepest thanks for the wonderful weekend i spent with You both. It was truly an honor and a privilege to be of service.

On Friday evening, being your little dolly was a unique experience. i hope my attempts at twirling, serving tea, and posing met Your expectations, despite the challenges.

Saturday’s tasks, from preparing breakfast to cleaning the house and ironing clothes, were completed with the utmost care. i took every correction to heart and worked diligently to meet Your standards. Playing the role of Your little sister and following the bedtime routine after my very healthy meal was both humbling and rewarding.

Sunday’s meal preparation and clean-up were a testament to my commitment to Your satisfaction. i hope the roast and other meals were to your liking, and i appreciate your patience in guiding me through each task.

Thank You again for the opportunity to serve You and for Your hospitality. i look forward to any future occasions where i can be of service.

With the deepest respect and gratitude,

Your humble maid and little sister Ludo

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Chapter 11: In The Schoolyard

During recess, Ludo was walking towards the edge of the playground when he spotted Don and Johanna waiting for him by a cluster of large, overgrown bushes. The area was secluded, shielded from view by the thick foliage.
“Ludo,” Don called out with a grin, “come over here.”
Ludo approached them, his heart racing slightly as he wondered what task awaited him. He noticed that Don looked particularly smug, while Johanna had a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Hello, Miss Johanna. Hello, Mr. Don,” Ludo said, attempting to sound cheerful despite his anxiety.
“Ludo,” Don said with a smirk, “we’ve got a little task for you.”
Ludo, feeling the familiar pang of anxiety, nodded respectfully. “Yes, Mr. Don? What would you like me to do?”
Johanna stepped forward. “We just want to remind you of your role,” she said. “So, here’s what you’re going to do.”
Johanna and Don exchanged a look before Johanna continued. “You’re going to do a series of five deep curtsies right here, right now. And then you will bend down until until your knee touches the ground so you can kiss the ground in front of us And each time, you’re going to thank us for reminding you of your place.”
Ludo nodded, looking discreetly behind him. “Yes, Miss Johanna.”
He took a deep breath and began performing the curtsies. With each deep bend of his knees, he kept his eyes lowered and his posture as graceful as possible. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. Thank you Mr. Don,” he said after the first curtsy.
Don watched with an amused expression, his arms crossed. “Make sure you’re really showing us how grateful you are, Ludo. We expect you to really show your appreciation.”
Ludo, trying to keep his composure, repeated the curtsies with more emphasis. “Thank you, Mr. Don. Thank you, Miss Johanna.”
Johanna interjected, “And remember, every time you do something wrong, we’re here to remind you. We don’t want to have to do it too often.”
Ludo’s face grew warmer with each repetition, but he continued, striving to meet their expectations. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. Thank you, Mr. Don.”
After the fifth curtsy, he stood with his back slightly hunched, feeling the weight of his position. Johanna nodded approvingly. “That’s much better, Ludo. Remember, you need to stay humble and always be ready to show your respect.”
Don added, “And if you forget again, don’t think we won’t remind you.”
Johanna and Don exchanged satisfied glances before nodding to Ludo. “You can go now,” Johanna said with a touch of finality.
Ludo gave a final curtsey. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. Thank you, Mr. Don.”
He walked away from the hidden corner, his steps quickening as he returned to the more open areas of the playground.

Another day they Don and Johanna beckoned Ludo to follow them in their hidden corner, their faces set with an air of authoritative mischief. As they reached the corner, Don leaned casually against the fence, while Johanna stood with a confident stance, her arms crossed.
Don smiled broadly and then pointed to a large, overflowing trash bin near the bushes. “We’ve got a little task for you today,” he said, his tone teasing. “This trash bin is full, and we need it emptied. But there’s a catch.”
Ludo raised an eyebrow, curious. “A catch Mr. Don?”
Johanna nodded, crossing her arms. “Yes, Ludo. We need you to sort through the trash and make sure there’s nothing valuable or recyclable in there. We want it done thoroughly.”
Ludo sighed softly, not thrilled at the idea. “Alright, Miss Johanna. I’ll get started.”
He approached the trash bin, which was packed full with various scraps of paper, plastic, and food wrappers. He began to carefully sift through the contents.
“Be thorough, Ludo!” Don called out, his tone slightly mocking. “We don’t want any mistakes.”
Ludo nodded, pulling out items one by one. “Yes, Mr. Don,” he said, trying to stay focused.
He carefully sorted through the trash, setting aside recyclable materials and discarded items that seemed important. Each time he found something, he glanced over at Don and Johanna for approval.
After a few minutes, Johanna stepped closer, a smirk on her face. “Make sure to check every single piece of trash,” she said. “And don’t forget to clean up any mess you make. We wouldn’t want the playground to be dirty.”
Ludo complied, picking up every piece of paper and wrapper that fell from the bin. “Is this alright, Miss Johanna?” he asked, holding up a crumpled paper.
Johanna inspected his work closely. “Hmm, not quite,” she said. “You missed a few items. And remember, you need to be extra careful. We don’t want any messes left behind.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Johanna. I’ll do it better,” he said, feeling the weight of their expectations. He went back to work, making sure to pick up every small piece of trash and wipe down the area around the bin.
After a thorough search and cleanup, Ludo stood by the empty trash bin, his clothes slightly rumpled and his hands smeared with bits of trash.
Johanna and Don exchanged glances, and Johanna finally nodded with approval. “Alright, Ludo. It looks much better now.”
Ludo sighed in relief. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said with genuine gratitude, knowing that his master and mistresses would always find new ways to test his dedication and obedience.

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Chapter 12: The Punishments

It was a beautiful Friday after school had ended, and Johanna and Mauranne's house was once again free of adults. Ludo wore a pastel pink, knee-length dress made of soft cotton with a high waistline, puffed sleeves, and delicate lace trim. The dress featured a large satin bow at the back and a frilly, layered skirt that swished with every step. His hair was styled with a matching pink headband adorned with a small bow. Completing the look were white knee-high socks with lace edges and shiny patent leather shoes.
He was engaged in his usual set of tasks around the house: he had been meticulously dusting surfaces and vacuuming the carpet. He moved gracefully, his dress twirling slightly with each step. He made sure every corner was spotless, checking under the furniture and polishing the coffee table to a gleaming shine. He was also tasked with preparing an assortment of snacks for Don, Johanna, and Mauranne. The kitchen was next on Ludo’s list. He wiped down countertops, organized the cabinets, and ensured the sink was free of any dishes. He also refilled the cookie jar, ensuring that the kitchen was inviting and ready for their next snack.
As he completed his tasks, Don, Johanna, and Mauranne gathered in the living room.

“Ludo,” Don called out, “I’ve got a new challenge for you.”
Ludo, slightly nervous, approached Don, his dress rustling softly. “Yes, Mr. Don?” he asked, trying to maintain his composure.
Don smiled, clearly enjoying the situation. “I want you to review your performance over the past few days. Think about any mistakes you might have made and suggest punishments for yourself.”
Ludo's heart sank. He knew he had performed his duties flawlessly. However, contradicting Don was not an option. He had to find a way to fulfill Don's request while maintaining his role. He took a deep breath, knowing that the process of self-criticism and punishment was about to begin.
He began to mentally review his recent tasks, searching for any minor errors or omissions he could use as justification for self-punishment. He knew he had to be inventive and convincing.
He thought hard, trying to recall any minor mistakes that might serve his purpose.

“Well, Mr. Don,” Ludo began hesitantly, “I noticed a small smudge on the kitchen counter that I didn’t catch. Also, I’m afraid the cookies might not have been arranged as perfectly as they could have been.”
He pondered what appropriate punishments would be a fitting consequence, one that would satisfy Don’s expectations and reinforce the lesson.
“For the smudge,” Ludo continued, “I believe a fitting punishment would be to scrub the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. And for the cookies, perhaps I could redo the arrangement and then be responsible for cleaning the entire kitchen again.”
Don listened to Ludo's suggestions with an amused expression, clearly enjoying the game. “Hmm, that sounds reasonable,” Don said, clearly pleased with Ludo’s effort to comply. “But remember, Ludo, the key is to really feel the consequences of your actions.”
Ludo nodded earnestly. “Yes, Mr. Don. I understand. Thank you Mr. Don.”
His cheeks flushed as he set to work, scrubbing the kitchen floor and re-arranging the cookies with painstaking care.
Don watched with satisfaction, occasionally offering a comment or two to ensure Ludo stayed focused on his tasks. “Make sure you don’t miss any spots,” he said, his tone carrying an edge of authority.

Mauranne approached him, crossed her arms and looked down at him, clearly enjoying the situation.
“Ludo,” she began, her tone both sweet and commanding, “I think you need to show a bit more dedication. After all, it’s important to really feel the weight of your mistakes.”
Ludo, still on his hands and knees, looked up at her, his face flushed. “Yes, Miss Mauranne?” he replied, trying to keep his composure.
Mauranne tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I have a few more ideas for you. Let’s add a little extra touch to your punishments.”
Ludo’s heart sank, but he remained silent, awaiting her instructions.
“First,” she said, “I want you to stand in the middle of the living room and give a loud, heartfelt apology for your errors.”
Ludo rose and walked to the center of the living room. With Johanna and Don watching, he cleared his throat.
“I’m very sorry, Miss Johanna, Mr. Don, and Miss Mauranne, for not doing my tasks perfectly. I promise to do better in the future and ensure there are no mistakes.”
His voice was soft and faltering, and he felt a flush of shame as he spoke. Johanna and Don exchanged amused glances while Mauranne looked on approvingly.
Mauranne then instructed Ludo to perform a series of exaggerated, graceful gestures. “Now, Ludo, I want you to curtsy and thank us.”
Ludo complied, curtsying deeply to each of them in turn. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. Thank you, Mr. Don. Thank you, Miss Johanna.”
Next, Mauranne decided to make Ludo’s task more tedious. “I want you to re-arrange the cookies and then make a list of each cookie type and its position on the tray. After that, you need to tell us about every mistake you made during the task.”
Ludo groaned inwardly but began the process. He meticulously re-arranged the cookies, made a detailed list, and then had to recount each mistake he imagined he had made, even though there were none.
“Since you’re already doing a great job,” she said with a sly smile, “I think it would be fitting for you to dance in front of us as a little reward for your hard work. Show us how well you can perform.”

Ludo complied. He performed a shaky, awkward dance, trying to maintain the graceful demeanor expected of him. The sight of him twirling and moving awkwardly in his girlish dress elicited giggles from Johanna and Mauranne, while Don watched with a satisfied grin.
“Alright, Ludo,” she said after what felt like hours, “You’ve done enough. We’re satisfied with your effort.”
Ludo finished his tasks with a deep curtsy to each of them. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. Thank you, Mr. Don. Thank you, Miss Johanna.”

“Ludo,” Johanna said with a gentle tone, “you’ve done such a good job today. I think you deserve a reward. Please, choose what you’d like.”
Ludo, exhausted but deeply aware of the underlying expectations, knew that any reward he requested should reflect his role and further solidify his subservience. He took a deep breath, carefully considering his response. He wanted his choice to reinforce his role while showing his genuine gratitude. Finally, he looked up at Johanna with a humble expression.
“Miss Johanna,” he began, “I’d like to request a special way to show my appreciation and acknowledge my place. If it pleases you, I would be honored to perform a task that directly demonstrates my respect and gratitude.”
Johanna’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. “Oh? And what do you have in mind?”
Ludo, feeling a bit nervous but resolute, responded, “Please Miss Johanna, may I massage your feet?”
Johanna’s smile widened in approval. “That sounds very fitting, Ludo. I’m pleased to see how well you understand your role.”
Ludo set up a small area with comfortable cushions and a soft blanket for Johanna, Mauranne, and Don to rest their feet.
He approached Johanna first. With great care, he gently lifted her feet and began a soothing foot massage. Johanna relaxed into her seat, visibly enjoying the pampering.
“Please, Miss Johanna, I hope this is to your liking,” Ludo said softly as he worked.
After Johanna, Ludo moved to Mauranne, who had also seated herself comfortably. He repeated the process with equal care, his hands moving methodically as he worked on her feet. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. It’s an honor to serve you,” he said, trying to convey his respect through his actions.
Finally, Ludo approached Don and carefully massaged his feet, maintaining a posture of deep respect. “Please, Mr. Don, let me know if I can make you more comfortable,” he said, his tone earnest and submissive.
After each massage, he performed a deep curtsy, his dress swishing gracefully with each movement.
“Thank you, Miss Johanna, for allowing me to show my dedication,” he said with a deep curtsy. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne, for your guidance and support.” Another curtsy followed. “And thank you, Mr. Don, for your leadership. Serving you is an honor.”

To further demonstrate his commitment, Ludo offered retrieved and arranged their shoes neatly, cleaned the area where they had been seated, and ensured that their comfort was maintained throughout.
Johanna smiled warmly, clearly pleased with Ludo’s choice.
“Alright, Ludo. Your dedication and understanding of your role are passable,” Johanna said.

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Chapter 13: Signs Of Affection

At Don’s suggestion, Ludo gently knelt beside his master who, comfortably seated in an armchair, extended his hand and began to stroke Ludo’s hair absentmindedly. The gesture was casual yet carried a sense of ownership and control.
Ludo felt a profound sense of happiness and fulfillment in this position. He leaned into Don’s touch, his eyes closing momentarily in contentment. The simple act of being close to Don, receiving his attention, filled him with a deep sense of gratitude and devotion.
With each stroke of Don’s hand through his hair, Ludo’s heart swelled with affection for his master. He responded by nuzzling closer to Don’s legs.

Johanna and Mauranne watched the scene unfold with amusement. Johanna, leaning back with a smirk, exchanged a knowing glance with Mauranne. Trying to contain her laughter, she nudged Johanna and said, “Look at him, Johanna. He’s practically glowing.”
Johanna chuckled softly, “It’s so cute to see him so content. He really understands his place.”
As Don continued to stroke Ludo’s hair, the girls couldn’t help but giggle at the display. Ludo remained blissfully content. After several minutes of this calming interaction, Don looked down at Ludo with a warm, approving smile. His expression conveyed both satisfaction and affection. He paused his stroking for a moment and said, “You’re a good girl, Ludo.”
The praise from Don was like a balm to Ludo’s soul. He melted completely at the words, feeling an intense surge of happiness and pride. His heart fluttered, and a soft, radiant smile spread across his face. The term “good girl” resonated deeply with him, reinforcing his sense of purpose and fulfillment in his role.
“Thank you, Mr. Don,” he whispered softly, his voice filled with sincerity. “It means so much to hear that from you.”

Mauranne, with a teasing smile, said, “Well, isn’t this just charming? Look at how you’re melting for Don. What about us, Ludo? Don’t we deserve a little of that attention too?”
Johanna, catching on to the game, added, “Yes, Ludo, we’re feeling a bit left out. Maybe you need to show us just how much you appreciate us too.”
Ludo eagerly complied. He carefully moved and positioned himself gracefully at Mauranne’s feet. Mauranne, sitting comfortably, extended her legs slightly and motioned for Ludo to come closer. As he moved in, she gently placed her feet on his lap.
Ludo, looking up with adoration, began to softly pet her feet. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. “I’m so grateful for your kindness.”
Mauranne, amused and delighted by Ludo’s attention, began to gently stroke his hair. “You’re such a good little puppy, Ludo,” she said with a teasing tone. “So obedient and affectionate.”

After attending to Mauranne, Ludo moved to Johanna’s side. She extended her legs in a similar fashion. Ludo repeated the affectionate gesture, petting her feet with devotion.
Johanna smiled. She ran her fingers through his hair. “You’re really outdoing yourself, Ludo,” she said, her tone both approving and amused. “So sweet and obedient.”
Mauranne and Johanna began to cuddle him, treating him like their little puppy.
Mauranne reached down and gently pulled Ludo closer, wrapping her arm around him in a comforting embrace. “You’re such a good girl,” she said softly.
Johanna joined in, stroking Ludo’s head gently and offering a similar embrace. “Yes, Ludo, you’re doing so well.”
Ludo nuzzled closer to them, his eyes shining with happiness.
“Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. I’m so happy to be of service to you both.”

“Ludo,” Don said, his voice carrying a tone of authority, “come back here.”
Ludo, immediately responding to the command, gracefully moved from his position to knelt in front of Don.
He gently wrapped his arms around Don’s waist in a tender embrace. He pressed his cheek against Don’s lap, his head resting comfortably as he hugged his master’s waist.
Don placed a hand on Ludo’s head, gently stroking his hair.
“That’s a good girl,” he said softly.
As he remained nestled at Don’s side, Ludo whispered softly, “Thank you, Mr. Don. I’m so happy to be here with you.”

Don's fingers, initially soothing, began to lightly tickle Ludo’s neck and sides. Ludo’s reaction was immediate and intense; he started to giggle uncontrollably. The sensation of Don’s tickling fingers was both unexpected and overwhelming, sending waves of laughter.
He tried to suppress it, but found it nearly impossible. He squirmed and wriggled under Don’s playful assault, his laughter echoing through the room.
“Please, Mr. Don,” Ludo managed to say between fits of giggles, “Stop… I can’t… I’m laughing too much!”
Despite his pleas, Don continued to tickle Ludo. Johanna and Mauranne approached and began to tickle him as well. It was more than he could handle.
With each new tickle, his laughter grew louder and his attempts to beg for mercy became increasingly desperate. “Please, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne… I’ll do anything!” he laughed out, his voice barely audible through the giggles.

Johanna, with a playful and slightly stern tone, said, “If you want us to stop, Ludo, you need to kiss each one of us. On the hand, the cheek, the foot—whatever you can.”
Ludo, managing to get to his knees with great difficulty, approached Johanna first. He pressed a gentle kiss to her outstretched hand. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said, still chuckling.
Next, he moved to Mauranne. He leaned in to place a soft kiss on her cheek, his face flushed from the tickling and laughter. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said with a smile.
Finally, he approached Don and awkwardly bent down to kiss his foot, the most challenging task due to his ticklish state. “Thank you, Mr. Don,” he managed to say, his voice filled with laughter.

Once Ludo had completed the kisses, Don, Johanna, and Mauranne finally ceased their tickling. They stepped back, their smiles reflecting their amusement and satisfaction.
Ludo, still on the ground and catching his breath, looked up at them with a grateful expression. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don,” he said, his voice filled with heartfelt gratitude. “I’m so grateful for everything.”
After the playful session, he was eager to show his gratitude through his efforts in preparing a delicious meal for his master and mistresses.