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Chapter 8 : A Change in Direction
Liz Pays The Price
The Westhampton Ladies Circle was meeting in the home of Hannah Kleich. Hannah welcomed the group explaining the theme for their meeting.
“I know,” she began, “that many of you missed out on our recent visit to Sir Geoffery’s studio. It was a shame of course but Julia, Liz and myself had a most, what shall we say, instructive afternoon. Sir Geoffery has been kind enough to lend us some of his equipment again and we thought that we should take the opportunity to try out a few things. If at the end of this evening any of you wish to purchase any of the items, just let me know and I’ll arrange it.
“Now, I think you will know about the problems that Liz, Julia and I had with our visit. As a result of that, Liz has agreed to help out this evening…. Mrs Elizabeth Henkle …..”
There was an impromptu round of applause from Cassie and the others. Julia emerged from the hall where she had been waiting. She was wearing the items from Sir Geoffery’s collection that she’d fitted to herself on the visit to his studio with Julia and Hannah, but that wasn’t all.
Hannah had decided that Liz really needed to pay a forfeit for the mistake at Sir Geoffery’s that had left Julia and herself helpless for so long. She had told Liz that she was going to be the maid to serve drinks at their next Ladies Circle meeting. After some protests, Liz had seen that Hannah’s point of view was fair and she had given in. As well as showing off the head harness, gag and shackles, Liz had also been told to get herself into a maid’s uniform and, in some ways, that had been the most humiliating part of the forfeit for Liz.
At first Liz had thought she’d be able to get something mail order or off the Internet but Hannah had vetoed the idea. “Oh no!” she’d said. “You can go and buy one over the counter. There’s a workwear place downtown that specializes in all that sort of stuff. You make sure that you turn up dressed the part.”
Liz had done as she was told. It was a curious sensation, she had never thought of herself as someone that liked to be bossed around but Hannah’s implacable manner and Liz’s own sense of responsibility for the unfortunate incident had been enough to propel her to the shop and to overcome the curious looks she got from the staff who seemed to know that she wasn’t buying the outfit for her normal day job.
In the end Liz had decided to make the best of it and when she appeared for the rest of the Circle she was wearing a black maid’s dress with short white cuffed sleeves and a white collar, a pressed white apron and, balanced on top of the head harness that held her gagged, a maid’s cap.
The applause continued as she carried her tray of drinks into the room, taking short steps limited by the chain between her ankle fetters. Liz felt quite smug at the success of her uniform and at Hannah’s look of approval at the way Liz had followed her instructions to the letter.
As Hannah had directed she passed drinks around to the assembled gathering and then, once all had been served, stood back, her tray in hand, while the other members of the Circle chatted amiably.
For Liz, there was something delightfully arousing about standing here alongside friends that were ignoring her as though she were just a piece of furniture and knowing that she wouldn’t be freed from her shackles, the head harness and the gag until Hannah decided to undo her chains.
A New Constitution
Cassie and Theresa were standing beside Liz as they sipped their wine. “Are you going to try out any of Sir Geoffery’s toys?” Cassie asked.
“Well, I did wonder about trying out one or two on Julia, if Hannah doesn’t mind. Mrs Croft has been looking very smug tonight as a result of the misfortunes of our maid here. I think she might benefit from a short period of enforced silence and lack of movement.”
Cassie laughed, “I think you’re right, but I want to try out some of those toys myself. I love the look of that collar with the bar that keeps your hands spread right apart. It’s like in Secretary – that clip Julia showed us.”
“Oh yes, just the sort of thing you might use to make life difficult for a maid about the house, too.” Terry stole a sideways look at a discomforted Liz as the two of them made their way out of the room.
“And, I’ve been thinking,” Theresa said as they got to the door. “Maybe we’ve been a bit too restrictive with the aims of this little group. I know we all started off interested in bondage, but perhaps we should be thinking about exploring domination as well. It does seem hard to have one without the other.”
“You’re right. I’ve found it fun to have our maidservant waiting on us tonight. Maybe we should do more of that sort of thing. We’ll have to re-write our constitution; add enjoying domination to experimenting with bondage!”
Terry laughed at the idea of anything so formal. “I don’t know about that but we can talk to Hannah about it and see what she thinks. I’m sure Liz and Julia will be happy to go along with it.”
As Liz stood back against the wall, holding her tray, her mouth aching from the gag and her head feeling as though it was being pressed in by the straps of her harness. With her wrists and ankles sore from the rubbing of her manacles, she felt contradicting responses. On one hand, it was all very exciting. Standing there, being ignored and talked about as though she wasn’t there was humiliating but somehow she found it very sexy. On the other hand, she was quite convinced that Hannah and Theresa would be well able to come up with a whole series of humiliating scenarios for Julia and herself and she might not enjoy some of those at all.
In the end though, she’d have to wait and see what happened and besides, she thought, looking around the room, there were all the glasses to clear up. And that’s what a maid does, isn’t it?
Liz stood quietly while the others got ready to leave. This wasn’t at all what she had expected when she moved to Westhampton.
THE END
© 2011 Freddie Clegg
All characters fictitious.
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