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In Her Service #2 by azsub1 a.k.a. as x.x.
An adult story with themes of forced feminization, bondage, very high
heels, maids, physically forced/blackmailed and Femdom/Authoritarian.
Comments welcome at azsub1@yahoo.com
She slipped off him with a sigh and began to undo the ropes that
held him spread eagle. "Now you can take a minute to recover and get
your dress and petticoat back on. Then go fix your make-up and meet me
back here."
He groans as he moves his limbs, feeling weak from having been
stretched so tight for so long. Rising from the bed he teeters on the heels
for a moment before catching his balance. Quickly slipping the petticoat
and dress on, he slips out of the room and into the bathroom. Looking at
himself momentarily he shakes his head at the disheveled vision staring
back at him. Cupping water from the faucet, he splashes his face and
drinks to rinse her sticky sex from him. He pulls a heavy breath through
the constriction of the corset as he tries to sort out his feelings about his
situation. Shaking slightly as he straightens his wig he thinks to himself
that this is a little more than he expected and begins to wonder how he can
approach her about it. His hands shake as he quickly fixes his make-up,
but steady as he sees the reflection of himself take shape and his sex stirs
slightly as he looks at the collared, cuffed and corseted maid across from
him. Lost for a moment before he realises he had better return.
He steps back into the bedroom with some trepidation. She is
sitting on the edge of the bed, yet doesn't acknowledge his presence as he
fidgets for a few nervous moments. She stands and walks towards him,
shaking her head slightly. "You were already instructed how to present yourself. If this is how things are going to be you have a very rough time ahead." She places a hand in the small of his back to straighten him,
then grabs his chin when he tries to turn it. "Eyes forward. Now then, once
at attention you will wait for eye contact at which time you will curtsey
and return to attention. Not a big curtsey, just a slight dip. Now if you
were expected, or summoned you can simply present yourself directly to
me with a curtsey, then standing at attention until acknowledged. Basically
use your common sense and be polite and respectful always."
Motioning to the bed she continues, "I want you to put that rope
away, then make and turn down the bed. You can meet me in the living
room." he replies a quick "yes ma'am." as she turns to leave. He busies
himself winding the ropes, then straightens the bed and turns down the
sheets.
Soon he finds himself stepping into the living room. Looking down
to space his feet then standing as straight as he can, he sees that she has
already made eye contact. He dips into a slight curtsey. She doesn't
acknowledge him as she moves about the room, then exits. He continues
to stand at attention and as the moments crawl by, his muscles tense and
the shoes begin to bite at his feet. He's tempted to turn in the direction she
left in but wisely does not. A few minutes pass and he sighs deeply and
starts to fidget and shift his weight onto one foot. Before he can even turn
to look for her return he hears her voice.
"Bored are we?" She steps towards him asking louder, "Well?" He
realises that she has been behind him and he begins to stutter out a reply."
iii'm sorry ma'am it's just that..." she raises a finger and interrupts him.
"No excuses! You can apologise if you're truly sorry and sound sincere.
But I never want to hear an excuse. 'Sorry' should not be followed by 'but'
or 'it's just'. Understand?" Trembling slightly, more from surprise than
fear, He replies with a simple quiet "yes ma'am".
She places a hand on his cheek. "Nothing to worry about....this
time. As you have probably figured out I was watching you, waiting for
you to move. The first mistakes on anything are always forgiven." She
reaches up and clips the end of the leash to his collar.
She turns as she beckons him to follow and he rushes to keep up,
finding it a bit easier with his hands untied. Speaking as she walks." It's
about time to call it a night, and this is where you will sleep." She leads
him into the small bedroom and unclips the leash. "You'll find your bags
in the closet, and there's the alarm clock on the nightstand." She pulls out a
key chain from her pocket and motions for him to present his wrist to her.
She unlocks the wrist and ankle cuffs, then the collar." I will be waking at
9:30 to 10:00 tomorrow and you will be able to hear my alarm go off.
Once I'm awake I will summon you and will expect you without delay,
fully dressed and presenting me with a cup of fresh coffee. When you get
up is up to you, just as long as you're ready." She turns to leave, but
pauses at the door. " Now I expect you to behave, any monkey business
and you'll end up sleeping hogtied on the floor. Got it?" He replies a
simple "yes ma'am." as she leaves, even though he wants to say more, to
explain that this is a bit much. Yet it hardly seems like the right time.
He undresses and is keenly aware of his sore thighs and chest, as
well as his feet from the heels. Setting the alarm for 8:00 and slipping into
the small bed, his mind races and his thoughts jump back and forth from
excitement to nervous fear. He can tell that her demeanor towards him has
changed and he tries to think of a polite way to approach her about it. One
thing for sure though is that he's probably going to end up giving his 60
days notice right away. At least he has that option he reassures himself as
he drifts off to sleep.
The alarm invades his sleep and as he reaches for it he is startled
awake by the unfamiliar surroundings. It takes a moment for him to
remember where he is. He sits up in bed and looks at the collar and cuffs
on the nightstand with a sigh, the thrill from yesterday having vanished
with the new day.
Gathering his clothes he makes his way to the bathroom quietly so
as not to wake her. He quickly showers checking his body for any hair he
might have missed. He exits the shower and dries himself. Looking down
at his clothes he decides to step out and see what time it is and have a look
around. Making his way into the kitchen to locate the coffee he sees that
its 8:30 which leaves him an hour to be ready. He decides to make the
coffee now and as he does the thought of leaving crosses his mind. He
takes a peek out the window and sees his car there and realizes of course
he has no idea where his keys are, or the clothes he came with for that
matter.
Returning to the bathroom he begins to get dressed starting with
the corset. Pulling the laces as tight as he can, he feels the constriction,
almost comforting, and ties it off in back. He then slips the fishnets on and
attaches the garters making sure the seams are straight. He then slides the
petticoat on and feels his sex stir as the excitement returns. He grabs the
satin maid's outfit then slips it over his head, zipping it up in back. He then
begins the hardest part, at least for him, the makeup. Once satisfied with
his face he places the blond wig onto his head and styles it. He then slips
his feet into the shoes that he chose today. A pair of 5 in. sandals with 1/2
inch platform, and buckles the ankle straps. Finally standing in front of the
mirror he ties the apron of his uniform into place then does a final check
of himself turning side to side. Butterflies take flight in his stomach as he
looks at himself and a slight smile crosses his face.
Stepping out of the bathroom he walks gingerly on the heels, trying
not to make much noise as he enters the kitchen. Looking through the
cupboards for the coffee cups, he realizes he doesn't know how she takes
her coffee.A slight panic overtakes him but he quickly decides he will just
have to ask her when he brings her the coffee.
Looking at the clock and seeing its 9:30 he pours himself a cup and
sits at the table waiting to hear her alarm. He's startled out of thought by
the sound of her alarm and quickly rises to fill a cup for her. Then he
stands as if in limbo by the machine waiting for her to summon him. It
doesn't take long until he hears the simple command "coffee, girl!".
He grabs the cup of coffee and steps into her room, He pauses at
attention briefly, and then realizes he's been summoned and approaches
her directly before dipping into curtsy and announcing " your coffee
ma'am". She beckons him forward and he carefully offers the coffee in
outstretched hand. She takes it from him and he sees her shaking her head
side to side in disapproval. She asks "and how do I take my coffee?" He
replies "I wasn't sure ma'am so I thought I would ask once I got here." She
continues to shake her head side to side remarking to herself about how
this is not a good start. She sits up straight and sets the cup on the
nightstand. "Stand at attention girl!"
"Now then wouldn't it have been smart to bring cream and sugar
along with the coffee in case I took it that way?".
She cuts him off before he can reply. "And wouldn't it have been
helpful had you brought the coffee in on a tray, where you could have kept
the cream and sugar... Well?" He stammers as he struggles to answer and
begins with "but I didn't know...." And she cuts him off again. "You didn't
know what?". "I. I. I didn't know how you took your coffee. So...". Again
she interrupts "that's right you didn't know did you?". He's quite flustered
at this point in tries to reply "bu... i... But ma'am..." And his quickly cut off again. "Quiet! I never want to hear excuses so that's one habit you'll have
to quickly rid yourself of. If I want an explanation I will ask for one.
Apologies are really all that you can offer without being asked. Now then, I asked a simple question, now answer me!" At this point he's quite
flustered and pauses a moment before asking, "I'm sorry ma'am but what
was the question again?"
She shakes her head side to side "forget it, you're lucky I drink it
black." "Yes ma'am." He replies. She swings her feet over the side of the
bed and stands "I see we have another problem here, and you know what
that is?"
He thinks a moment before answering, "I'm not sure, ma'am." She
lets out a sigh and brings her hand to her forehead. "Look you need to give
this 100 percent. Pay attention to what you're doing give it all your effort
and think about what choice would please me. Now I might not have told
you that the cuffs and collar were part of your uniform, but wouldn't it
have been a safe bet to put them on just in case?" "Yes ma'am" he replies
with a nod.
"You're going to have to learn to pay attention to all of your
actions and surroundings and mannerisms so I suggest you give it your all.
Go, get them on then return here."
He hurries out the room to retrieve the collar and cuffs, quickly
snapping the locks in place as he hurries back to the room. He pauses a
moment and she motions for him to enter, looking him up and down with
a slight nod of approval. "Now then, draw me a bath. Then while I'm
bathing I can decide what you'll be making for breakfast. You can work on
this room first, straightening up, changing the sheets and making the bed.
As well as anything else you may have forgotten to do this morning." She
motions for him to follow as she steps into the bathroom. Then instructs
him as to what soap she uses, where the towels are and anything else he
should know. Before dismissing him she adds, "I'm not trying to be hard
on you. I'm trying to allow you to find your position on your own, but you
have to be proactive. Look for what should be done and ask if you're not
sure. We can do it this way as long as I feel you are honestly trying.
Otherwise I can instruct you on every detail until you perform properly,
but then I will provide no leeway. Things will go quicker that way, but
you may find it quite unpleasant. So do you wish to find your place at your
own speed, or do i become the taskmaster?" He doesn't need to think but a
moment before asking if he can find his own way. Then is dismissed.
Out in the bedroom he pulls the sheets and pillowcases from the
bed and tosses these in the hamper along with her clothes from the night
before, making a mental note to inquire about doing the laundry. He thinks
about his situation as he makes the bed and that nervous excitement rolls
through him. He finds himself becoming sexually excited, however it's
mixed with true fear and the sensation is powerful enough to make his
head spin. So much that he becomes unsteady and has to pause to push
these thoughts out of his head, When finished he looks around the room
for anything else that should be done, remembering what she said. He
steps out into the kitchen and sits to rest a moment. Within a few minutes
he hears her call out. "Girl! Come here!"
He pauses just inside the bathroom once again waiting for eye
contact. Instead she waves him to her without turning to him.
He hurries to stand beside the tub and inquires, "Yes Ma'am?"
Holding her coffee cup up to him "This has been empty since I got in here,
you really need to keep this full." He simply agrees this time, answering
with a simple yes. She then asks, "Have you finished with the bedroom
and anything else that needed to be done?" He stops to think for a
moment, and then says he is. "Good, for breakfast I'll be having a bagel,
toasted with cream cheese and 1/2 a honeydew melon, skinned and sliced.
Once that's done, you can relax for a bit. I'll summon you if I need you and
you can serve breakfast once I'm out there."
Preparing breakfast goes quickly, he manages to find all that he
needs and only has to disturb her once to ask if he should wait to toast the
bagel so that it's warm. Pleased with himself, he slips into the back
hallway for a quick cigarette, being very careful with the ash and smoke,
remembering that he could smoke only as long as it was unseen. When
finished he slips back into the kitchen and washes his hands. He tops off
his coffee and sits at the kitchen table. Crossing his legs he's reminded of
how he is dressed and smiles to himself as his mind wanders.
10 minutes later he is startled back to reality by her rounding the
corner into the kitchen. He fumbles a bit trying to set his coffee down and
stand at the same time, spilling some from the cup and having to grab the
table for support. He begins to apologise but she interrupts him, she can
see that he is in a bit of a panic and tells him to relax a bit, then asks him
to start the bagel and bring her the melon. As he does this she explains that
as long as he appears to be giving 100%, is paying attention and not
making stupid mistakes, that he can be a little informal. She explains that
his position, what is required of him and how he is to interact with Her
will become second nature, with time and practice. He sees her looking
him up and down as he brings the melon to her. Setting it down and
turning away he hears her remark that they will need to work on general
posture and how he carries himself. And as an example She makes him
aware that he had brushed the petticoat of his uniform against her arm
when he brought her the melon, adding. "Now I'm not going to worry
much about that considering that we're in private on your first day.
However it would be quite different if that should happen serving a dinner
party. And worse still should a guest complain."
On hearing this that nervous chill runs down his body, thinking of
serving at a party or get together. His head spins a bit but he quickly
shakes it off and busies himself by grabbing the pot and topping off her
cup. On returning the pot he is momentarily at a loss as to what to do and
stands there fidgeting for a moment. She let's him know that he can make
himself something if he hasn't already. And he declines as his stomach
swarms with butterflies. "Well then, if Your quite sure you've done
everything else, all that's left are the dishes, which I'm not done with, and
to straighten up after my bath, which you can do at your leisure. So sit,
finish your coffee."
She pushes away from the table and signals that she is finished,
and he rises to police her morning dishes. She let's him know that dishes
are to be washed and rinsed by hand, then ran through the dishwasher. He
acknowledges this as she slips out of the kitchen. Filling the sink he
searches the cabinets below for a real apron, unlike the silk one tied to his
waist now and finds one. Tying it in place, he no sooner reaches into the
sink than he sees her re-enter; he turns to acknowledge her, but is thrown
momentarily by the lack of expression on her face. She walks directly
towards him and before he can speak, she does. "Dry your hands and take
that apron off." He hears the 'matter of fact' tone and grows instantly
concerned that he has done something wrong. His mind races as he dries
his hands and the only thing that comes to mind is the apron as he unties
it. "I'm sorry about the apron, I didn't..." he mutters, but trails off, unsure
what to apologise for. " Bring your hands behind your back," she
commands matter-of-factly. He wants to apologise but doesn't know what
for. He begins to ask why as he puts his hands behind him and is cut off by
a slightly louder "quiet!" from her as she grabs his wrists and links the
cuffs he already wears. She quickly slips a small nylon belt up his arms to
his elbows and with a quick pull draws his elbows together behind him.
He gasps with an audible rush of air from his surprise and before he can
react she steps into him with one knee between his legs. She grabs the
back of his collar roughly and quickly brings her other hand to the front of
it. Although too taken aback to see, he can hear that a leash or other clip
was attached to his collar. She sidesteps away from him and turns to walk.
He tries to react as fast as he can yet is still jerked forward. She pauses lest
he fall face first without his hands to stop him, then shortens her grip on
the leash to about 6 inches. He finds himself pulled forward into the hall
bathroom and as she swings the door open she says, "this isn't about the
damn apron, it's about this." She points to the towel, unfolded and hanging
by a corner on the rack and asks. "Is this what we do with our towels when
were done?" He replies a meek "no". She quickly follows asking about the
shower curtain pushed to one side, the make-up on and in the sink,
containers left open, toothpaste spattered on the mirror. She pulls him out
of the bathroom and asks again "Is that how your supposed to leave the
bathroom?" He shakes his head and replies no. "Didn't I ask you several
times if you were done?" at this point he is distraught and she has to shake
him by the leash to get a answer out of him. "I have to believe that you just
forgot about this, which by itself is careless .It wouldn't be so bad if I
hadn't seen this!" She pulls him forward to the guest room that he slept in
and he already knows what is coming. The bed is unmade; the stockings
from yesterday are on the floor, the corset also. He can't believe that he
forgot about this, but then again he hasn't been in here or the bathroom
since he was finished getting ready. This notion is quickly dismissed
before he can offer it as an excuse. "You even had to come back in here,
after you were wide awake to retrieve your cuffs and collar. Your not this
stupid or this incompetent" she chides as she leads him to the end of the
bed. "So your either not trying or you just don't care." She instructs him to
spread his legs and place them next to the legs at the end of the bed so he
is standing, facing the headboard. She then grabs a rope that had been
hung from the ceiling by a pulley and snaps the clip on the end of it
between his wrists. She pulls, taking the slack out of the rope just until his
hands begin to rise behind him, then kneels down and attaches the clips
that were installed on the bed legs to the cuffs at his ankles. That done, she
steps out of the room.
He stands there trembling, this happened so fast that he couldn't
really think about what was happening, but now he finds himself alone
with his thoughts and they begin to catch up. He shakes his head and can't
believe he forgot this stuff. He hears her re-approach and she continues to
chide him. "Do we need to start with me controlling your every move?
Because we can if we need to!" She steps up along side the bed and tosses
the head harness gag on the bed, then sets a thin black neoprene cane
besides it. She watches as his eyes widen and she quickly begins to speak.
"Now, I'm going to give you the chance to apologise while I finish
securing you. So you have until that gag goes in to convince me your sorry
and that maybe I should be lenient on you."
His mind races as she grabs a length of rope and secures one knee
to the backboard. "I'm sorry Ma'am, it's just that I forgot, and I was in such
a rush when I came back in to grab the cuffs I just didn't see it." She just
nods her head as she ties off the other knee. "And I haven't got the make-
up thing down yet... I really didn't mean to, it's just that...." finished with
his knees she reaches for the gag and tells him to open up. " now he's
shaking and he lets out a guttural shriek of a "please...please ma'am don't"
She presses the ball gag to his lips and commands him to open up. The gag
is pushed into place as soon as he tries to utter his next word. Strapping it
in place she speaks calmly to him.
"You know, all I heard right up until I picked up the gag were
excuses, and those only hurt your case. The word 'sorry' followed by an
excuse makes the apology meaningless." Finished buckling the gag, she
unwinds the rope from the wall hook and begins to pull. His elbows and
wrists tied behind him as his wrists are pulled up, forcing him to bend
forward at the waist to take the strain off his shoulders. Yet she continues
to pull them higher until he can bend no more. He moans into the gag as
the strain hits his shoulders and struggles to shift his body forward, but his
bound legs give little leeway. He is in an open panic now and she
continues to speak. "You started to get it near the end, you said please, but
you didn't say 'sorry' or that you would 'do better in the future', or that you
would 'do anything for me'. And that's a shame." She rolls his skirt over
onto his back and tucks the end in the collar of his top. She then steps to
one side and picks up the cane. Now he starts begging into the gag and
squirming on the end of the rope. He looks to her flexing the cane and he
screams 'please' as he shakes his head and tries to catch her eye. She gets
down close to his ear. "You see, now that sounded more like a whine than
anything else." She grabs the harness roughly and tilts his head to her.
"Maybe if i saw a real tear i would know your sorry... but I don't see any."
Letting go of the harness, she takes a step back and rests the cane
on one cheek of his. She draws back and lands it, not as hard as she could
swing it, but a full swing. He squeals into the gag and twists as she sees a
red welt rises almost immediately. He tries to un-tense his body as she
walks around to the other side. Resting the cane on the opposite cheek she
sees that the first welt is already weeping. Seeing this she remarks" it
looks like I'll have to go with something a little less severe, as that first
one split the skin" She draws the cane back again as she says........."But first, lets even this out." once again bringing the cane down
and his vision goes white with pain and he screams into the gag. She
tosses the neoprene cane on the bed but his eyes are screwed shut from the
pain. She then picks up one of the rattan canes she had brought into the
room. She leans down to him and speaks to him. "Lets get this over quick.
c'mon now it's only 6 more on each cheek." He begins shaking his head
violently and yelling 'no' into the gag.
Seeing and hearing this she picks up the neoprene cane again.
"would you rather have me use this then?" He sees that she had set the
cane down but now picked it up again. He shakes his head and mouths
'no,no,no' into the gag. "Well now make up your mind would you. Hows
this. If you want me to use the rattan cane all you have to do is ask nicely.
Don't worry, i'll be able to make out what your saying."
He could barely believe it. His shoulders screamed in pain and it
felt like his assckeeks had been split open. and now he has to ask to be
caned. She draws back the neoprene cane saying "oh,well...you snooze
you loose" and he barks out "no! wait! please use the rattan cane!" she
stops...then asks."You want me to do what with what?" even though she
heard him just fine. He let's out a heavy sigh and draws a deep breath. then
into the gag he says..."Please cane me with the rattan cane ma'am, please."
then droops in resignation.
Her smile widens and she replies, "Oh, that has such a lovely
sound to it." Looking at her shadow cast on the floor, he wimpers as she
raises the cane............ end pt 2.
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