I heard my Mistresses heels
clicking on the parquet floor of the hall. She was approaching the lounge where
I was on my knees, busily cleaning the marks, on the carpet, from the previous
night's party.
I quickly rose to my feet, teetering on
my stiletto-heeled shoes, and re-arranged my uniform in readiness.
I was wearing my standard clothing for
daytime, designed to humiliate and degrade me. It was an extremely short French
maid’s dress with a white apron and cap with white frills around the high neck
and sleeve cuffs. Underneath, my tightly corseted waist gave me a very feminine
shape. I wore two white net petticoats. This made the skirt of my dress stick
out and flounce with every movement and also ensured that every movement
exposed the frilly white lacy panties that I was wearing. The six suspenders on
the corset held up my lace topped black stockings extremely tightly emphasizing
the sheerness of them over my legs. The high-heeled court shoes I was wearing
complimented my long legs. My bra, which matched my panties, gave my developing
breasts uplift.
At first sight I appeared to be an
attractive young female servant. I looked like a woman, my mannerisms were
those of a woman, but I was a man, or rather, had been a man. The events of the
last few weeks had emasculated me and I was now a feminized slave to my
Mistress. My cock tightly laced back lay between my legs and adorned with a
ribbon, tied in a pretty little bow. Heavy make up adorned my face. Bright red
nail varnish displayed my long feminine fingernails and toenails to good
effect. On my head was the most beautiful and feminine shoulder length blonde
wig.
I curtsied prettily as Mistress Sue
entered the room; the low cut maid’s dress displaying my newly swollen breasts.
She walked across to me a smile on her
face as She circled me, her hand lifting the back of my dress and caressing my
silken clad bottom. I winced as She touched the tender parts of my bottom arising
from the previous night’s punishment.
“Very good Sally, your behavior is
becoming better every day”
“Thank you Mistress.” I responded.
“I have a surprise for you, a good friend
of mine, Mistress Brenda, requires a servile sissy to take with her to a party.
She has one slave but needs another one. And guess what, She has asked me if I
can help and guess what?” She smirked, “I said I would be only to pleased to
lend my new little maid to her for a couple of days and nights. Won’t that be
nice?”
“Yes Mistress.” I replied, my mind
thinking rapidly what might be going to happen to me.
“She is coming to interview you this
afternoon and will stay for dinner. So you will have a lot to do. I also want
you to look very presentable. Remember any mistakes and you will visit the
punishment room again. I’m sure you won’t want that again, so soon after last
nights visit do you?”
“No Mistress.” I stammered my mind going
to last night’s events in the basement dungeon. It was an experience I had no
desire to repeat but knew that it would be. I thought again of the events of
the last few weeks, which had broken me and led to my current feminized state.
I was the property of a sadistic woman who enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation
whether on the arrogant male I had been when first imprisoned by her or the
servile slave I now was. It made no difference.
At my Mistresses and her companion’s whim, I for any offense, whether it
is trivial, major or a product of Mistresses imagination, the dreaded dungeon
and its instruments of torture await me. The thought of it terrified me more
than any of the other dreadful things that I have suffered during my period of
captivity.
I had been to Birmingham on business and
after checking in to the Hyatt Hotel decided I would eat out and may be look
the local talent over to find a companion for the night. I had no doubt that I
would be able to find a woman who would quickly surrender to my charms and
spend a night of seamy sex in my bed.
I
saw the attractive woman seated on one of the stools when I entered the bar in
central Birmingham. It was a cheerful place; men and women flirted with each
other in the relaxed environment. Her short skirt accentuated her long legs,
which were clad in smooth black hosiery.
I tried to make my mind up whether they were stockings or tights.
She smiled at me as I stood at the bar to
order my drink. “Can I get you one?” I asked.
“Why not, I’m getting quite lonely, a vodka
and tonic.” Her reply was almost an order.
We began chatting. Before long I felt a
sense of challenge and arousal. Somehow this woman must become by partner for
the night. She was most attractive and exuded sexuality. I could not believe it
when she suggested that we go back to her house, for as she put it “a bit of
fun and games.”
Her car was parked near to the bar; a red
two seated sporty job. She opened the passenger door for me and motioned for me
to get in. I thought she was almost taking on a male role. She walked round to
the driver’s side and slid in to her seat in that graceful feminine manner,
deftly allowing a glimpse of her stunning thighs.
She drove off confidently. Within a few
minutes we were in one of the better suburbs of the city, we eventually turned
in to a gateway. She pushed a switch. Almost magically the gates opened and we
drove up a long drive to a large house. Behind me the gates closed almost with
finality. I did not realize the change in my life that was about to happen.
We
both got out of the car and walked to the front door. As we reached it, it
opened to reveal a pretty girl, or so I thought, dressed in a very short French
Maid’s uniform. I gaped at this almost pornographic vision as she curtsied and
said in a strange deep husky voice. “Good evening Madame Sir.”
“A vodka and tonic for me and a special
for my guest in the lounge.” Ordered Sue as she led me through the hallway. “Be
quick about it.”
“Yes Mistress.” The maid replied as she
minced away with a most erotic wiggle of her backside.
Mistress I thought, curtsying. What sort of place is this?
Sue waved me to a settee and the sat
beside me.
“So tell me about yourself.” She said.
The maid entered the room, carrying a
tray with two glasses on it. She stooped to place them on the coffee table,
curtseyed and withdrew.
“Cheers.” My hostess said raising her
glass to clink it with mine. “Bottoms up.” I replied before sipping my drink.
“In your case, you never said a truer
word.” She laughed
