In Her Service

By X X

They had written back and forth, as well as met in person,

and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed

his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he

wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be

useful and didn't expect it to be all play. While her

concerns were that she didn't want to invest time only to

have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, although that was possible, but at least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to commit, for a while.

    She asked what he thought about contracts. He

had seen a few examples and thought they were good for

stating limits and outlining what was expected. He also had

to admit that the idea of one excited him and kind of fit

in with his thoughts of serving, even though he knew that

such a thing wouldn't be a legal document.

Things clicked and He had offered his services early on.

She was intrigued, and when the meeting ended she said that

she would contact him in the next few days.

He was thrilled to see the email the next day. In it she

said that she could work within his limits and schedule.

She had also attached a contract for him to sign and bring

with him next time they met. He became concerned, then

excited as he read it. She had copied the limits he had

stated in an earlier e-mail and the rest of it was just a

few lines stating that basically he was hers and would

serve her a minimum of 40 hours per month with tardiness,

cancellations and incomplete months to be penalized at the

Domme's discretion. The contract was effective from the

date signed until cancelled by either party. The Domme

could cancel at any time whereas the sub had to give 60

days written notice. During which time he would continue to

serve. The sub would also be required to complete any

carryover hours prior to release.

Now he finds himself walking up to Her door, dufflebags in

hand. It was 10:00 Thursday evening and he had arranged it

so that he wouldn't be expected back until Saturday night.

A shudder of anxiety runs down his spine as he thinks about

what She had said to him last. He didn't have to show up

today, and there would be no hard feelings, probably just

regrets on his part. If he did show up, he was her's.

The door opens before he reaches it and She is there,

smiling. Greetings exchanged, she motions him in. She asks

if he printed out and signed that service

agreement/contract. He slips the envelope from one of his

bags and hands it to her. Showing him to the shower first,

she lets him know that she will bring in from his bags what

he is to wear, and that she will give him the grand tour a

bit later. Standing at the doorway as he undresses, she

sees his hairless body, expressing her approval that her

orders were followed. Reminding him that no hair is allowed

from the head down, except for his arms. She exits and the

warm water does little to wash the nervous chills from his

body. He hears her slip back in shortly and she tells him

that what he is to wear is set out and that he shouldn't

dwell on his make-up, just do a quick job of it. She grabs

the clothes he arrived in before slipping back out

Drying off, he looks at what is laid out. She had also left

the padlocking wrist, ankle cuffs and collar. He swallows

hard, turns to the mirror, and begins his makeup. Never

satisfied but knowing he was told to be quick, he finishes

his face and turns to the clothes. Short black waist-

cincher followed by a pair of fishnets. White petticoat

and one of his basic maid's uniforms. Slipping the blonde

wig into place then tying off the apron of his uniform as

he checks himself in the mirror. Seeing she had left the 5

1/2 inch ankle strap pumps. (Knowing these were at the edge

of what he could walk in.) He sat for a moment to slip them

on and buckle the straps.

Seeing all that was left was the collar and cuffs, each

with the padlock open and no key in sight, he took a deep

breath as if to steel himself. Slipping each on, and

closing the lock afterwards. He stands and checks himself

one last time.

Opening the door and looking out and around he announces he

is ready. She calls for him and he follows the voice, a bit

unsteady on the heels, realizing he is a bit out of

practice. She is resting on the couch as he enters.

She beckons him forward, then has him turn and walk back

and forth a few times as she examines what she has to work

with. Then she tells him to stop and turn, facing away from

her.

The next thing he feels is the wrist cuffs being attached

together behind him. Then a length of rope passed between

his elbows several times and his elbows pulled together as

the rope is tied off. She walks around before him, leash in

hand and announces that it is time for the tour.

Speaking as She clips the leash to his collar. "We'll take

a little tour and perhaps chat a bit. Now just so we're

clear, when you are being led on a leash you need to follow

close enough to keep slack on the leash, but far enough to

avoid bumping into me. Okay?"

"Yes Ma'am." he says, his voice breaking a bit.

She pauses a moment then asks, "Haven't changed your mind,

have you?"

That nervous excitement running through him picks up a bit.

He clears his throat and reply's with a more forceful.

"No ma'am."

Turning with the leash running over her shoulder She says,

"Good, because it's too late now."

She strides forward and he has barely enough time to react.

Struggling to get up to speed on the heels, the leash still

gets pulled taught... She chides him for this, but assures

him that he will get better. This happens a few more times

as She gives him a quick tour of the place. Ending at the

kitchen table she grabs the daily planner that rests there.

"Most of what you need to know, and what is expected from

you will be picked up as we go along." She opens the book

and turns it towards him. "I will be using this as a kind

of scheduler/notebook/record and you are welcome to look it

over anytime. As you can see under tomorrows date is a time, the word coffee, and a note on how I take it. That of course is when you will be waking me, with coffee already made. You will also find a menu for any meals you will be preparing. Any questions about how to prepare any of it, please ask."

Pointing to a small 3 x 5 notebook and pen.

"This is your notebook, mainly for taking notes when I ask

you to. When you can, make sure to note --leash following

distance: 4 times. You can use it also, if need be. . Tomorrow for example, after you wake me up, I'll

probably have you draw me a bath. While I bathe would be a

good time for you to change the bed sheets and start the

ones you removed in the wash. I'll let you know when I

expect breakfast to be served and by that time you will

probably need to start preparing it. You can grab whatever

you want to eat before then, right after you wake if you

want. Then after breakfast you will need to clear the

table, wash the dishes, drain the bathwater, rinse the tub

and make sure the bathroom and bedroom are in order. No

need to worry about remembering all that now, as I'll guide

you through it then. By the way, where is your pedicure

equipment? I didn't see any of it in the bags you brought

in, did you forget it?

"Oh, no Ma'am. I have my stool, and all the supplies in my

car. I even brought the paraffin wax unit, I'm sorry I just

couldn't carry it all in one trip. Should I go bring it

in?"

She steps towards the kitchen as she lets him know that she

will run out to get it tomorrow, after all, she has his

keys. She leads him into the center of the kitchen and

stops.

"Now the kitchen is going to be your first project. You

won't have to be constantly busy, depending upon your

attitude of course. However if there is time when you're

not sure what you should be doing, this is it."

Opening the bottom cupboard she points out that there is

new rolls of shelf paper that needs to be put up. Sweeping

her hand she mentions the refrigerator and oven can be

cleaned, inside and behind. The microwave, the walls,

etcetera... That he should just think of it as a spring

cleaning.

Grabbing the leash she leads him back to the living room,

explaining that he won't need to worry about any of that

yet tonight. But that right now there is a few things that

they need to discuss and be perfectly clear about. Things

he needs to know about the situation. Unclipping the leash

she tells him to relax a minute. She grabs a sturdy oak

chair from the corner and sets it a few feet from the

couch, facing it. His arms still bound behind him, She

helps him into the chair and guides his arms over the back

of it. Then She exits the room. He rests in the chair

thankful to relieve the pressure on his calves.

She returns and he straightens in the chair a bit. She runs

a length of rope between the wrist cuffs, guides it under

the chair and ties it off. While doing this she sees that

he has one shoe dangling as much as the ankle strap will

allow and is rotating his foot in it. She informs him in a

casual manner that what he is doing is unacceptable. It

could be considered being out of uniform and besides, it

looks unladylike. She asks if there is a problem with the

heels. He explains that there's nothing wrong with the

shoes, it's just that they are at the edge of what he can

walk on. She tells him that he can grab a different pair

later.

Looping another short length of rope to each of the ankle

cuffs, she has him slip his knees over the corners of the

chair and place his feet as far back as he can, where she

secures them to the rear legs of the chair. One more length

of rope is wrapped around one leg just above the knee,

looped under the chair, around the other knee then pulled

tight. One last piece encircles his waist and chair back.

Stepping back to admire her work, she smiles commenting,

"You look good like that, but I think we may need to get a

posture collar for you."

He smiles and thanks her through the butterflies in his

stomach.

She steps behind him and moments later he feels her slip

the wig off his head and a large ball gag fills his vision.

Opening his mouth wide as she pushes the ball in place. She

steps around to his side and tightens the chin and head

straps, then slips the wig back on.

"There, now this is just so I'm not interrupted while I

explain a few things about your situation. We'll handle any

questions later." She circles back around him and sits on

the couch directly in front of him. "Now before I forget

and before we get into the heavier stuff, about tomorrow

morning... you have my wake time in the book, however you

need to give yourself enough time to get ready. So when you

get up is up to you, but when you wake me I expect you to

be fully dressed in one of your satin uniforms and looking

your best. Understand?"

He nods.

She leans back with a slight sigh, as if steeling herself.

"Now then, since your here, that means that you have agreed

to serve. As I said, you will pick up what is required of

you as we go along. There are a few important points you

need to understand. First and foremost is that I want to

reassure you that I will honor your limits. I give you my

word on that. That being said, you will honor your

commitment, and I will make sure of that also.

"I'm going to make room for your clothes here, so you don't

have to keep dragging them back and forth. That will also

ensure that you return. How would you get them back if you

didn't? I couldn't imagine walking away from that lovely

stuff you have.

"Now, just in case that isn't enough, I've spoken to a

friend of mine about our little arrangement. He has said

that he would be happy to go pick you up for me. Of course

you would have to pay him back for his troubles. Just In

case you put up a fuss and the police or a concerned

citizen gets involved, I put together an envelope with

copies of our correspondence, copies of your personal ad,

and I'm going to have you write a little note explaining

that this is just part of a kinky game. I don't want to

hear any argument that this is violating your limit about

discretion as it would be you drawing the attention and it

would only be used for this purpose.

"I may be bluffing about this, I may not. You may never

know because you are not going to break contact with me. If

you do I will give you one chance to return on your own, after that we just start this all over except you'll have to give 180 days notice and of course you'll be severely punished. Like you never have before. If you think that I won't, or you think that you may like it, then please try me."

His breath quickens as his mind struggles to take it all

in. That feeling of erotic fear washes over him. He wonders

if he has gone too far but tries not to show it. She leans

forward and grabs the chin strap of the gag so that they

are about a foot apart.

"I won't violate your limits, but you and I both know that

leaves a lot of options, besides, I'm doing this for you.

You wanted to be helpless, said you craved it. Well, that's

just what you got. But don't worry. How rough this is

depends entirely on you. Accept your position, give it your

best effort and things will work out fine."

She leans slightly forward and grabs the edge of his skirt

and petticoat and pushes/tucks it back exposing him.

Reaching down to the floor next to her, she brings a paper

bag up to her lap. His eyes widen as she pulls 2 packages

of clothespins from the bag.

"Brand new, we need to break these in." She says with a

smile. "Besides, this will give what I say a bit more

emphasis. Plus I get to have a little fun while we get a

feel for each other."

Pulling the bustline down and exposing his chest, she

begins to place a row of clothespins across each breast as

she continues.

"This being close enough to the end of the month, we will

formally start your service on the first of next month. If

you decide it isn't for you, you need to let me know, in

writing, prior to the first of any given month."

He winces in pain as she finishes with 7 across one breast

and starts on the other.

"We will have to decide how you are going to serve the

required minimum of 40 hours each month. We'll find a

schedule that works. For starters we'll try 11:30p.m. Every

Wednesday until 6:00 am every Thursday. I thought that I

would change my schedule a bit on Wednesdays so I can be

here and awake for that time. Beyond that we will schedule

one or two weekend meetings a month. You can just set it up

as if your working Saturday. That way you can report after

work as early as you can arrange and serve until 6:oo pm on

Saturday. That should cover your minimum each month.

"You said that you were 'free' the weekend of June 9th so I

want you to schedule a vacation day for Friday the 8th. And

expect to serve from Thursday midnight thru Monday morning.

I may even have you take Thursday off too."

She finishes with the other 7 then pushes them down as she

raises the bust on the dress and tucks them in.

He twists what little he can in the chair and moans into

the gag. She mimics him with a smile and grabs a row of

pins beneath the material and pulls at them. His eyes widen

and he yelps then moans louder into the gag.

She coos back at him and slips one hand between her legs.

"I just love that look on your face, and that sound is

music to my ears.

"You will let me know of any other times you are available.

Any time you can work earlier, or get a holiday to

yourself. If you are still in my service at the end of the

year I will expect you to arrange to be away at least one

full week of the two you get off. Now then if you happen to

not make the 40 hours, that's not a problem. It will just

be carried over to the next month, just at twice the

amount. Of course any carryover would have to be made up

before our agreement could end."

She raises her hand from between her legs to his nose. "See

what those lovely noises you make do to me?"

Grabbing a handful of clips and running a hand up one of

his thighs.

A chill runs down his spine as she says, "let's make some

more of that music. I just want to show you that I have no

qualms about hurting you, as well as see how you react."

He pleads with his eyes as she grabs a handful of clips and

slips one hand beneath his balls, cupping them.

"This is so much easier without hair."

She begins placing the clips on the loose skin of his

scrotum, all the time smiling at his reaction. Stopping at

6 her hand drops to his inner thighs. Pinching the delicate

flesh and attaching a pin, he squeals into the gag and

twists in the chair.

Putting a hand to his cheek she says soothingly "Ooh, I

know these hurt. Not to worry though, I could fit a dozen

on each at least. But I'll only do a few this time."

He writhes in the chair pulling at his bonds, testing them

as she places the last of 3 pins on each of his thighs. He

sees her hand slide between her thighs again as she looks

directly at him. He can see it on her face that she is

masturbating and it strikes a chord in him to realize that

she enjoys his pain. His thighs, sac and chest are

screaming and it shows on his face.

She asks, "Would you like them to come off?"

He nods yes, as he mouths please through the gag. She just

smiles as she picks up a crop in her free hand and runs it

across the clips.

"Okay I can get those off." and raises the crop.

He squeals into the gag before the crop lands, then screams

into it pulling at the ropes as the crop strikes his thigh

dislodging one of the clips. He pleads into the gag, as the

crop is brought down again. He screws his eyes shut from

the pain and shakes his head side to side. She starts to

flick at the remaining clips and he opens his eyes,

pleading with them. He sees her looking directly at him,

face flushed and smiling as she rocks faster on her hand.

Setting down the crop she grasps another of the thigh clips

and pulls it off without opening it. He yelps and begins

pleading louder as he starts to tremble. She responds by

pulling the rest off the same way, giving him just enough

time to recover from each. As she removes the last one

beneath his waist she draws a deep breath and lets it out

with a moan and a shutter as she orgasms.

A moment later she regains composure and begins to speak.

"You may learn as you go, but there are a few steadfast

rules that are major no no's. You will be completely honest

with me, which especially includes when you are available

and a lie by omission is still a lie. Any lie you are

caught in will come back to you tenfold. The other one is

you will always speak, treat and interact with me with the

utmost respect. That includes your words, tone and

mannerisms. You can express yourself, but I had better not

ever hear an angry tone to your voice. If you should ever

attempt to lay a hand on me, all bets are off and you will

wish you never met me. Am I clear?"

He nods and words a "yes ma'am" through the gag.

"Good." she replies and reaches out to the pins on his

chest and begins removing them one by one. He squirms in

pain, biting down on the gag as the blood returns to where

the clamps were.

He breathes a sigh of relief as the last one is removed.

She stands and his eyes follow as she steps out of the

room. His breath slowly returns to normal. He closes his

eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts. He hears Her

behind him then feels her hands on the collar. For a moment

he thinks she is undoing his collar, until he realises that

she is pulling a length of rope through the "D" rings at

the left, back and then right. He gasps, mainly by suprise,

as he is pulled upright by the collar. She slips a finger

beneath the collar, then pulls the rope even tighter and

ties it off under the chair. Seeing the rubber cattail whip

in her hand, he starts shaking his head and pleading into

the gag. This catches her eye and she rests a hand on his

cheek.

"I know this is hard, but it really is best for both of us.

You see this will define the difference between corrective

discipline and punishment, and show you that punishment

should be avoided. You know, some subs misbehave on purpose

to get attention, this will prevent any of that."

She sees him eyeing the thin rubber cat with worried eyes.

"Oh, I know. This is quite the nasty piece of equipment.

I'll take it easy on you, just remember there's no shame in

crying."

She covers his sore sex with the edge of his skirt and

tucks it under him, giving him some protection.

"Just in case I miss," She says with a wink as she undoes

the garter straps on the inside of his thighs and pulls the

fishnets down a couple inches.

He is rendered mute by his racing mind as he watches her

bring the whip over her opposite shoulder and brings it

down onto his inner thigh without hesitation. He screams

openly into the gag and his whole body tenses and his

vision goes white with pain. He's felt whips like this

before, but never nearly that hard. Before he can regain

any sense of composure, his opposite thigh seems to burst

into flames. By instinct He pulls violently at the bonds

and within seconds another blow lands and he screams at the

top of his lungs. He starts to buck, trying to tip or move

the chair, he manages to hold his head still long enough to

see her. She is cooing, as if flirting, as she brings the

whip around again. Again he screams, except this time she

pauses and his screams trails off into a sob that runs

through the length of his body. He feels her hand on his

cheek again. She studies his face a moment and nods as if

telling him it will be okay. He looks down at his thighs

and sees them striped with red welts that are just starting

to rise. Still sobbing he has difficulty assembling a

thought. He looks back up only to catch the follow through

of another cruel swing.

His body shakes and his eyes screw shut as he screams

"Please!" into the gag. Another blow lands before he can

draw his next breath, followed by two more in quick

succession and again his vision goes white with pain.

Pulling in a lungful of air, all he can manage is a

guttural moan. Shaking his head as he begs, "Please,

anything, no more."

Sobbing he feels the tears on his cheeks as he sees that

she is no longer filling his vision. Realizing that he's

still pulling at his bonds, he relaxes a bit which brings a

new wave of sobs. Then she is there. Cupping his chin, she

lifts a tear from his cheek with her tongue and lets out a

low throaty "Yesss..."

He looks down at his red striped thighs and hers gaze

follows. He can almost feel the heat coming off them on his

face. He tips his head back and sighs.

She holds her hand just off the surface of his thigh,

feeling the heat. Then runs her fingers over them. He

tenses with a start and begs "No, no!" not from pain, but

from fear that she was going to start again.

She brings her mouth to his ear, her breath heavy. "Don't

worry, I'm done. I'm going to let you recover for a minute.

Then when I untie you I want you on your knees so that you

can thank me properly for this lesson. Just think, if this

had been a situation where you had broken contact and made

me go and get you. I'd put about 20 clothespins on those

welted thighs, then I'd probably let you sit and stew for

an hour or so."

She grabs a handful of his hair and brings his ear closer.

"Then, as I pulled them off I'd have you beg me to take the

cane to you, and I mean sincerely beg. And you would. But

we don't have to worry about that, do we?"

She unties him and he slips off the chair and to his knees

moments later she sits on the edge of the couch in front of

him.

"Come to me." she says pointing to her feet.

His head down he instinctively asks, "May I" as he tips his

head to her feet. A nod later and he is planting gentle

kisses on her feet. She leans back and sighs.

"Well, I think this is going to work out just fine. Don't

you?"

He clears his throat and replies "Yes, Mistress. If I may

call you that?"

She rocks forward. "Oh, I guess we didn't go over that. You

can address me as Ma'am, Madam or Mistress, whichever you

feel the most comfortable with. You, I think, I'll call

Dee. The same as you signed your letters."

She leans farther forward.

"Raise that skirt and lean back, I want to get a look at

those marks." She runs her fingers over the welts and he

flinches. "Oh my, there are some nice ones here. You know

that you can avoid the worst of it as long as you apply

yourself. Even though you looked so good sobbing like

that." She says with a smile. "Well, I am so wound up, I

know what I need, and it will be good practice for you. Why

don't you hit the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit.

Meet me in the bedroom when you're done."

He walks gingerly to the bathroom. Once there he takes a

close look at his thighs. Shaking his head in wonder he

thinks that has to be at least in the top 3 of the worst

he's taken. Looking in the mirror he sees his face is a

mess. He quickly does what he can to straighten up then

steps out and walks to the bedroom.

She has stripped the covers off and is working with several

lengths of rope. He stands there, unsure of what to do.

Moments later She walks up to him.

"Okay this is how you enter a room. In the case of a closed

door you will knock and wait for permission to enter. When

entering you will wait a moment for eye contact. If none is

made then a short appropriate greeting to announce your

presence is made. Such as -excuse me Ma'am.-- if you

weren't expected or --at your service Ma'am-- if you were.

Once eye contact is made with you, you will tip a small

curtsey then stand at attention unless told otherwise,

maintaining eye contact if possible."

She motions to him. "Place your feet together as close as

you can without them touching each other, and square to

your shoulders. Stand as tall and straight as you can,

facing forward, and place your hands behind or in front of

you hand in hand, then holding that as motionless as you

can." She taps one foot telling him to line it up. "Now

that is standing at attention."

She walks back to the bed and thinks a moment. "In the

closet there is a wood dowel about 3 feet long with ropes

on either end. Bring that here."

He retrieves it and she has him attach the ends to 2

eyebolts in the ceiling so that it now hangs about 3 feet

off the bed.

"Slip that dress and petticoat off and lay on the bed. Face

up with hands over your head."

She opens one of the padlocks on the cuffs and loops it

through the other, locking them together. She then loops a

length of rope between his wrists, pulls them towards the

headboard and ties it off. Bringing 2 lengths of rope up

from the opposite side, he is told to stretch as far as he

can. She pulls and ties them off then smiles at her

handiwork. He is bound spread eagle except his hands are

together. He shifts around and sees that he can barely

move. He wonders what the wood bar if for, but chooses not

to ask.

She slips the wig from his head and slips a harness over

his head. It seems to be much like a gag harness, without

the gag. She grabs 4 lengths of rope that end in spring

clips. These she attaches to 4 "D" rings on the head

harness. He feels his head tugged as she ties off each rope

beneath the bed. When she is done he can move his head no

more than a fraction of an inch. She stops to admire her

work.

She lays a handful of clips, a crop, and a glass of water

on the nightstand.

Grabbing the television remote she turns it on and hops up

onto the bed. Swinging one leg over him she straddles him,

facing his feet. Slipping her arms through the ropes

holding the dowel and resting it beneath her armpits she

scoots back and lowers herself just over his face.

Now he knows what the dowel was for. He sees her sex

lowered to him, but stopping no more than an inch away.

"Bring that tongue of yours out and start with a smooth,

rhythmic lapping."

He gently probes her wet sex for a moment, then is told to

trace her lips. He probes deeper and curls his tongue,

tipping his head back as he withdraws, then probes again.

He repeats this motion and She begins to rock slightly with

him moaning her approval. She tilts her pelvis forward

presenting her clitoris, which he circles with his tongue.

She lowers herself, instructing him to open wide. The tip

of his nose rests between her lips and he is told to suck

gently. Closing his mouth slightly he begins to suck,

rocking his head slightly. His tongue circles her clit as

he feels her out. Tongue flat he laps at her, sliding over

her clit and slipping into her sex, probing deep then

returning. All the while gently sucking.

She is rocking with him and he feels her begin to tense a

bit as she pushes down on him a bit more. Laying the tip of

his tongue flat against her clit he presses as he rocks it

back and forth. He can feel her press down on him and he

reacts by sucking harder and rocking his head a bit more.

He can feel her body tense and tremble a bit and he hears

her bark.

"Suck it bitch. Yeeees goddamit."

She grinds her hips into his face and he can feel the

spasms of her orgasm. He sucks hard pressing his tongue and

rocking his head side to side quickly. Then backs off as

the spasms subside, sucking gently again, then lapping the

entire length of her sex as she lifts herself off of him

slightly. She trembles a bit as she catches her breath then

raises up to stretch, looking at him over her shoulder.

She sets down lightly on his chest and says, "Yes, I think

we are going to get along just fine."

To be continued.

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.

In Her Service 3 – by: azsub1 (a.k.a. X. X.)

After the last blow is landed she steps back from the sobbing figure

before her and realises she is winded. Tossing the cane onto the bed, she

unloops the rope that pulled his arms upward from its anchor on the wall.

"I'm going to let you rest a moment," is all she says as she exits the

room.

For his part, once the white lightening pain from the cane had begun to

fade, the ache in his shoulders returned anew. he realised that he was

sobbing, and that each stuttering breath pulled at his shoulders. He was

trying to steady himself when the rope went slack and a wave of pain hit

his shoulders. He yelped into the gag then rested his head on the bed and

slowly let his arms rest on his back.

He hadn't heard her leave, but now hears her step back in. He tenses up

and wimpers into the gag as he feels her hands at his bound elbows.

"Relax..," she says as she places one hand on his shoulder and pulls the

strap from his elbows with the other. Even though his wrists are still

connected he sighs with relief at the release of his elbows. He flinches

slightly as he feels her drape a cold washcloth over his backside.

She runs one hand down his back, and slips it around his leg to pull

herself closer to him. Running one hand down the inside of his thigh she

can feel him react to her touch. She tells him to relax as she slowly

works her way further up his legs and her touch becomes more sexual. She

gently cups his balls in her warm hand and he lets out a guttural moan.

She begins to speak soothingly as she gently caresses his sex. "You know,

I don't want to be that rough with you, don't you?" He nods yes as he

shakes from her touch. "All I want is for you to be the best you can

be.....," she trails off as she increases her attention. His breaths

shorten and he tries to push himself into her hand. She smiles when she

sees this and pulls away. "You do want to be my little servant girl,

don't you?" she says with a squeeze, as if playing him like an

instrument. He nods in agreement. He becomes lost in her touch as she

continues. "So then you know that all I do is for your own good, don't

you dear....? You see, I can tell that you could be an excellent little

maidservant... I'm just worried about how much time it's going to take."

She increases her attention and he is lost, his whole body shaking. She

presses herself against him. "I just don't want you to get discouraged

because I would like to have you around for a couple months after you

have been trained. I'm afraid that you're going to react hastily and then

this could be done before the best part of it and that wouldn't be very

fair to either of us, would it?"

She slowly slips her hand off him as she slides off the end of the bed.

He reacts with a whimper from the loss of her touch. She hears this and

chides him, "Now, now, no time for that now." She undoes the lock holding

his wrists together. "You can untie your legs and relax a bit while I get

a few things together. I really want this to work, and I think I know

just what we need. Be sitting on the edge of the bed when I get back."

and she turns to leave.

He pushes himself upright and begins untying his knees. He finds himself

shaking from the emotional teeter totter she had just took him on. He

could feel the afterburn from the cane, yet he found himself also coming

down with a case of blue balls. He could feel that familiar, yearning

ache in them.

Unclipping his ankles he rests on the edge of the bed, thankful to be off

the heels. He slowly begins to stretch to work the stiffness out of his

shoulders as he struggles to remember the one sided conversation she had

just had with him.

Moments later she returns, duffle bag in hand. He is unsure how to react

and makes a motion to stand, but she waves him back down. "No, no sit

right there," she instructs as tosses the bag on the bed and sits behind

him. "You see, I've thought about this for some time and have an idea.

I'm concerned about how long I have with you. Yet you are in control

that." She rests a hand on his shoulder for emphasis. "You will always be

able to give the 60 days notice we agreed upon. One thing you can be

assured of is that I would never violate any limits that were agreed

upon." She reaches into the bag and pulls out a pair of leather cuffs,

slipping each around his arms just above the elbow. These are connected

behind him by about 12 inches of light chain. Rising up on her knees

behind him she slips off his wig.

"Now, what I would like is to have you for 2 months AFTER you have been

trained. But that is your choice. I'm going to approach this as if I only

have 2 months. What we'll do is try this for a while, then let you make a

decision. Stand up, hands over your head." He stands and she slips off

the bed. Grabbing the rope that had held his arms behind him a moment

ago, she loops it through his wrist restraints. His stomach spins as he

wonders what's in store. It shows on his face and she sees this and

suppresses a smile. "Don't worry hon, I'm done with the cane ....for

now."

He summons the courage to ask, "But then what do you.....," and is cut

short by the wag of a finger from her and a 'tsk tsk'.

Tapping him on one leg she has him position his ankles at the corners of

the bed again and reattaches the clips. Stepping to the wall, she pulls

the rope tight and his hands are drawn up and to his chest due to the

cuffs at his elbows. She ties off the rope and hops on the bed behind

him, rummaging back into her bag. Next he feels her hands at his ear as

she presses what she tells him is a wax/cotton earplug into one ear. Then

something small and round into the other followed by another earplug. The

next thing he sees is the opening of a heavy latex hood fill his vision,

then darkness.

The rustling of the hood sounds incredibly loud yet distant in his

plugged ears as she tugs the hood into place. For a moment he was afraid

there were no eye openings, until he saw light. Once in place, he felt

the a tug at his head and hood tighten, then be tied off. Total silence,

then a click in his ear followed by a distant whisper. He struggles to

slow his breath and remain still, so he can hear. Again, a distant

whisper and he realises there is a headset speaker in one ear. Louder

now, he can hear what is being said. "Wiggle your fingers when you can

hear me." He complies.

He gets a strange detached feeling as she steps in front of him and he

hears her speak to him, louder now. "Open up!" She commands and he sees

the ball gag in her hand as she brings it to his mouth. He opens up and

she pushes it past his lips. He can feel a hole at the back of the gag and

draws breath through what he realises is a tube that runs through it. It

presses against his jaw as she snaps it into place. He hears a tapping in

his ear and sees her tapping the mic on the headset she wears.

"Now then, you know you can hear me. Your mic however is against your

neck below your ear. I'm afraid I won't be able to understand anything

you might have to say, but I can hear more basic sounds so I'll be able

to hear you if your in distress....it might even sound pleasant." He sees

her smile.

She moves behind him onto the bed and he see's a pair of what appear to

be swimmers goggles slipped over his head. He can see that his vision is

narrowed by the lenses which are black except for what looks like a 1/4

inch hole in the center of each. This adds to the odd feeling of

detachment and his breath quickens as he becomes more concerned. But now

he is keenly aware of his breathing as it sounds louder, yet detached,

and he struggles mentally to control it. He feels her hands at his

collar, then feels it removed. Puzzled for a moment until he feels the

collar at his neck again and quickly realises it is a different type

altogether. This one he feels press against his shoulders as well as the

bottom of his jaw and ears. He recognises it as a posture collar, and a

quite severe one at that.

She checks the fit, as does he. Even though he can barely move his head,

he feels her pull it one more notch tighter and he lets out a moan as she

buckles it into place. She pauses long enough to hear that he's

breathing, then continues. She grabs a wide leather belt from the bag.

This she wraps around him high on his waist, just beneath the ribcage.

Connected to this belt is another adjustable strap. The belt is pulled

tight with this strap centered on his back. This she loops through a ring

at the wide back of the collar and pulls until it tightens and starts to

pull his head back. She can hear him groan, then almost whimper as she

buckles it into place.

He feels this collar pull on his neck as his back is forced straight.

Having given up on controlling his breath he hears it almost roar in his

head now. He panics a bit and struggles to speak through the gag and

pulls at his hands trying to turn his whole body to see her. He jumps as

he hears her bark, "Quiet!" into his ear. He is startled and stops

momentarily. He closes his eyes and struggles to calm himself. He sees

her enter his narrowed field of vision as she exits the room. He is about

to try to speak again when her voice fills his head. "We are going to be

changing things a bit so let me explain a few things. I'm almost finished

outfitting you." He realises she is speaking to him even though she is in

another room and he tries to relax and listen.

"First of all, you are not allowed to speak. But don't worry much about

that because you will have little need to. If you have something you feel

you absolutely must let me know, you can write it on a piece of paper and

present it to me. A word of warning though, I decide what is important."

She enters his narrow field of vision again as she unhooks the rope from

the wall. He feels the tension released from his hands as she disconnects

the cuffs from each other and overhead line. No sooner does he get them

to his sides she moves them behind him once again connecting them to each

other and the overhead line. She walks to the wall and he feels his arms

bent up behind him again. She continues to take up the rope until he is

bent at a 90 degree angle. A few minutes pass and he sees no sign of her

through his constricted vision, the fact that he cannot turn his head

doesn't help.

He's startled by a sudden cold sensation at his behind. The earpiece

clicks to life.... "Easy now, just relax and this will go easier." He

feels something firm press at his ass and recognizes it as a plug. He

tries to relax but finds it difficult in this position. The pressing

doesn't let up and just when he thinks he is going to split, the plug

crests and slips in with a grunt from him. He struggles a bit to see

where she is but quickly realises it's useless to try. Again he feels her

hands on him, at his waist attaching a belt of some kind. Then he feels a

strap of some kind ran between his legs. A short tug by her and he feels

the plug press deeper.

The speaker in his ear crackles to life. " I'm going to explain a few

things while I untie you and finish up. We're gonna try a crash course in

giving you focus. What I'm almost finished with is to be your new basic

uniform, more may be added with time. From now on, whenever you are not

actively performing a requested task you will be standing in wait within

my field of vision. The only exception and the only privileged you have

at this point is to go to the bathroom."

She has let his hands down and separated his wrists, and now she crouches

to undo his ankles from the bed. She continues, "I want you to retrieve

your ankle strap pumps with the 5 1/2" heels, then come back here and sit

on the edge of the bed so I can swap them for these 4 incher's on your

feet."

In a haze he steps to the closet and quickly realises he can't bend to

reach the shoes. Struggling for a moment he manages to grab them by

bending at the knees, but just barely. He returns from the closet heels

in hand and gravely concerned. He feels almost separated from reality

dressed like this and wonders how many hours he's going to have to

endure. Handing the heels to her, he knows that these are at the edge of

what he can walk in. Removing his anklecuffs and shoes, she then has him

step into the higher heels.

Pulling 12 inches of fine chain from the bag on the bed she connect his

ankle cuffs together before slipping them back onto his ankles, directly

over his ankle straps. Standing with a sigh she continues. "Now then,

where were we. Just in case you didn't catch it earlier, you no longer

need to speak. In an emergency you can write me a short note. But it had

better be an emergency and you might want to ensure it's short because

I'll probably take the cane to you for every single letter or number it

has. We're starting from zero so the only thing you need to know is this.

You will do what you are told and only what you are told. If you are not

actively performing a task then you will be standing within my field of

vision waiting." She steps out of his way and tells him to head for the

living room. He is unsteady on the heels and the hobble chain doesn't

help. Neither does the fact that because of the collar and mask, he can

no longer see his feet. Again she is in his head. "Didn't you have some

dishes you were doing?" She steps past him and continues to explain the

situation as she settles on the couch. "Seeing as I may only have 2

months with you, were going to try this to bring you up to speed. But I

don't want you to feel that you've been coerced or forced into a change

in our agreement.

So we'll see how this goes for a while and then I may give you a choice.

If you decide that you won't give your 60 days notice until you are

trained to serve proper, then there is some more paperwork and such we

really should have in place, just to make sure you follow through.

Or we can do this crash course method. You may prefer this as it's

quicker and you may be ready in a few days. As a matter of fact I've

rearranged my schedule to match yours for the next few weeks so we can

spend as much time on it as we need."

As she explained this he was struggling with the dishes because of the

chain at his elbows he couldn't reach both hands into the sink at the

same time and he couldn't see the dish itself unless he held it in front

of him. Then he could barely bend and reach enough to set it in the

diShwasher.

At the same time he was getting increasingly worried about what it was

she was saying. Did she plan on keeping him like this all day and the

next? Having finished what few dishes there was he drained the sink and

grabbed a washcloth. Then proceeded to wipe down the table from this

mornings breakfast. He had just started when he heard her voice boom in

his ear, asking what did he think he was doing. He had jumped at the

sudden noise and he started to tremble as he turned, trying to see where

she was in his narrow vision. He felt the hand on his collar before he

saw her. He tried to motion that he didn't understand, but she began

chiding him before he could.

Pulling his face to hers she continues, "You were just told that you are

to perform the task given, then return to where I can see you and wait.

Yet here you are wiping the table. If you were done you should have been

standing here waiting for my instructions." Shaking her head she points

to the centerpiece on the table. "Grab your notebook. You do remember it

don't you? It's right there next to my schedule book. You know, the one I

was going to write down basic times and notes to help you like.....oh, I

don't know....how I take my coffee? Well, we won't need mine, but you

will need to carry that notebook for times like this. Now, write down the

day, time and what you did wrong, and I had better be able to read and

understand it. Then you can finish what you were doing." She then steps

away from him, back into the living room.

Grabbing the notebook, he would shake his head if the collar permitted.

How could he have forgotten about her planner. He could have looked there

to see how she took her coffee and avoided that verbal lashing that

started the day. Now this notebook... He has to keep track of his

mistakes for her! He has to maneuver the book and his body to get where

he could reach it to write, yet still see it in his narrowed field of

vision. Tucking the book into his apron when done, he finishes wiping the

table, returns the rag to the sink and then steps back into the living

room where he sees her sitting on the couch. Then stands at attention and

waits. It takes but a moment of inactivity for his feet and calves to

remind him of the 5 1/2 inch heels on his feet. 'She can't expect me to

wear these all day, can she?' he asks himself. Then her voice fills his

head again.

"Go to the laundry room and bring the laundry baskets in here, then go

and collect the hampers and bring them in here also." Then a click of

silence once more. He works his way to the laundry room in short steps,

somewhat thankful to be able to alternate the weight on his feet again.

His breath echoed in his head again and he noticed that the posture

collar gave a feeling of always being on the edge of choking. Dropping

the baskets off, he sets off to collect the hampers from the bed and

bathrooms. After bringing the final one in he steps further into the room

and stands again. Almost immediately he hears her again.

"That's a good girl. You can grab a kitchen chair and get off your feet

for 5 minutes. I'll let you know when it's up, at which time you can sort

the clothes into baskets and start on the laundry."

This continued through the day with him having to log three more entries

into his notebook. One for having broken a plate while washing the lunch

dishes and another for having slipped and spilt a drink he was bringing

her after dinner. This spilt drink is what led to the third and most

serious.

Having spilt the drink she had decided to apply some corrective training

immediately. He was quite frustrated, tired and worried/afraid at this

point. She summoned him to her and she shortened up his ankle chain to

about 6 inches. Then she proceeded to have him bring her a glass of water

filled within 1/4 inch from the top on a tray. Then she would take the

glass as she checked the tray for any spills, and set the glass down as

he returned the tray to the kitchen. Moments later she would tell him

that she was done with the glass. As soon as he would remove the glass,

he would be told to bring another.

This continued for almost an hour and a half at which point he brought

her water along with a note he had written and left on the tray asking

for things to go back to how they were when he had started. His body

ached, especially his feet as he struggled to support himself on ankles

that trembled from the days stress. He was also feeling so disoriented

from the restriction of his hearing, vision and movement that things

seemed surreal as he returned the tray to the kitchen.

She read the note but gave no reaction as she did. She actually had

expected this earlier and was surprised he lasted as long as he did. But

she knew it would happen because she would have had him bring her that

same glass of water until it did. At the same time it did not sit well

with her either. She had wanted him to break down and ask to stop or for

leniency. She did not expect him to ask to go back. This was something

she had wanted to offer him and at any rate was far from an emergency.

When finished she paused for a moment, which to him seemed like an

eternity. Then he heard her voice once again, informing him she was

finished with the glass. He made the long walk back to her, fearful of

how she would react and extended the tray to her. As she set the glass on

the tray she also dropped the note, now crumbled into a ball.

She did not even look at him as he heard her voice echo inside his head.

"Take care of this trash while you're at it." Despair hit him and he let

out a guttural moan into the gag. On hearing this she turned to look him

in the eyes but said nothing, her face showing no expression.

It took but a second before he started to plead through the gag. "Please,

please. I'll try harder. Anything, please.," he begged as he made a

motion to get on his knees but was prevented by the tray in hand as well

as his confinement. In that moment he was stopped by the speaker

crackling to life and sound of her drawing a deep breath through clenched

teeth as she shook a finger inches from his face. Her voice boomed in his

head as she barked, "Quiet, bitch!" making him flinch. "Nobody said you

could talk. Take that glass back, throw out that trash, then take ten

minutes. Time them yourself then present yourself and wait, I've got some

thinking to do. And don't forget to jot this little episode down."

She steps out of the room as he returns to the kitchen and sits to rest,

his legs trembling. He found it impossible to get what one could call

comfortable through his constriction, but felt incredibly relieved to get

off the heels, almost joyous after being on his feet for the past 3 hrs

nonstop. Lost in the moment he almost forgets about the other restraints.

He snaps out of this state quickly when he realises he didn't check the

clock before he sat down. Not really knowing how long it has been e rises

and makes his way into the living room. He is a bit startled to see her

sitting there as he didn't see her reenter and he teeters on the heels,

then catches himself as he stands at attention.

The minutes tick by and although she had seen him when he entered, she

paid him no attention. She was looking away from him when his earpiece

crackled to life. "I just simply don't know what to do about you. You

claimed you wanted helplessness and were quite sincere about it. You even

said that the worst thing that could come of this is that you would fail.

Yet all you give to me is a halfhearted effort. So then I give you the

benefit of the doubt that your shortcomings were unintentional and not

that you were lazy or didn't care. So then I take the time and effort to

help you along and you say you no longer want my help. I already have

time invested in you, but I wonder if I should invest any more." She

turns to him.. "Why don't you get on your knees and crawl here to my

feet, we need to chat."

He struggles to his knees and crawls the 6 feet or so until her feet in

high heels fill his vision. He moves to plant a kiss on one and is

stopped by a crop pressed into his shoulder. Followed by her voice... "Do

you have a hearing problem? You must. That or you just can't understand

basic instructions. Did I say you could touch me?" She doesn't expect or

wait for an answer. Moving her foot to one side she reveals an eyebolt

mounted in the floor at the edge of the couch, a 6 inch clip already

attached to it.

"Head down..," she instructs him as he feels a hand on the back of his

head guide him, while the other snaps the clip to his collar. She then

leans back and crosses her legs with a sigh. He now finds himself on all

fours, her heel clad feet inches from his face. Despite his discomfort

his sex betrays him and tries to stir in it's confines. Then she is

inside his head again.

"So, what to do about you..... I have a few questions for you. I'm going

to explain a bit about them, so wait until I ask you directly before you

answer. When I do, I expect you to answer promptly as well as be prepared

to explain. We're first going to find out if you want to continue at all.

If you don't want to honor your commitment, I will remove your gag and

expect an explanation as to why. Then we're going to find out how you

wish to continue. We can continue as we are with you trussed head to toe

and dressed as you are until I feel you are ready. This being Friday

night you may not be ready before you return to work on Tuesday.

I have arranged my schedule so that I can escort you to work and back for

the next two weeks, but I doubt it would take that long. However, You

will not be offered the opportunity to change your situation, you will be

trussed up from the time you wake until 1/2 hour before bedtime. You will

not be allowed to speak, you will be expected to obey without hesitation

and on your best behavior. Then once I feel you have adapted, you would

be allowed to serve the remainder of your time as a typical maidservant.

As you won't be allowed to speak in the beginning, I will assume you wish

to tender your 60 day notice immediately

Otherwise, we can go back to how we started, except i don't think you

were exactly honest about your abilities. In this case I would require

that you cannot give your 60 days notice until you are ready to serve

properly. While I can't say for sure, this would add between a month or

two to the time you are committed, depending upon how well you apply

yourself. Of course I would want some assurance that you are going to

follow through so we would need a few more add-ons to your contract. All

of your original limits would remain intact, I just wish to have it

reflect the additional time required and make it more secure.

Now then keep in mind that if you decide you don't wish to continue at

all, I may or may not allow it. I may keep you for the 2 months anyways.

At the very least I will have my fun with you for the remainder of this

weekend, after which I will inform anyone and everyone in the local bdsm

community that you should be avoided as you don't keep your word."

His mind was spinning and although the head between his legs thought

otherwise, his rational mind would choose to end this. But that wasn't an

option offered and in his present state he couldn't even imagine what he

could say to justify backing out.

But how to continue....He really didn't wish to extend his commitment,

but he also knew that he may snap if he had to stay trussed up like this

for even one more day. He thought about the contract and the time

requirements. He had to serve at least 40 hrs a month, so he figured he

would be on the hook for an extra 40-80 hrs and that's better than 4-8

more hours like this, yet alone a week. She stood and paced a slow circle

around him. He could hear her breathing, then her voice.

"Well, what do you think? Are you going to honor your commitment? Nod yes

and I'll move on. Nod no and I'll remove that gag so you can tell me

why."

He nodded yes and she congratulated him saying that he had made a wise

choice. She continued to circle him.

"Would you like to continue as you are now?" And she watched him nod his

head no..

"Now then, understand this. I'm going to give you one more chance. We can

go back to how we started, but I'm going to need some ironclad guarantees

and assurance you will honor your commitment. You will assist with and

agree to anything I ask of you to secure this. My guarantee will be to

respect your limits, which I have done and always will."

On his part he didn't have any idea what 'guarantees' she was talking

about but he couldn't imagine spending another full day bound like this,

yet alone 2 weeks.. Yet he can't help but wonder what the hell he has

gotten himself into???

"Do you have any problems with that?" Again he shook his head no. She

steps up to him and grabs the loose chain connecting his elbows behind

him. Planting a foot on either side of his head she pulls the chain,

which pulls his arms up behind him. She grabs the notebook tucked in his

apron and drops it right next to his face. She then pulls harder and he

lets out a grunt and rises as much as he can while on his knees. 

"I'll tell you what.... I'm going to give you a gift. I don't even have

to open that notebook to know that you never wrote down our little

confrontation earlier." His whole body went cold and he started to shake

as she continued.. "I could take this crop to your thighs...." She taps

his thigh for effect. "As a matter of fact I was going to make you cry

again, but I'll let it slide." Opening the locks, she removes the elbow

restraints and lets his arms down. Slipping the wig off his head she then

grabs the back of his collar. He hears a lock click open as she undoes

the posture strap, posture collar then finally the ball gag. He winces in

pain as he closes his mouth, the soreness from being distended by the gag

now evident. She continues to remove the hood and pulls the plugs from

his ears before replacing the wig.

He is eurphoric at the return of sensation and finds himself asking if he

can thank her properly and kiss her feet...and she can't help but smile

and agree. She allows him continue for a few minutes then stepped away.

Sitting again on the couch, she grabbed the remote and turned the

television on then turned to him. "Go and turn down my bed, then go into

my closet. At the back you will see what looks like a handicap toilet

seat. It looks just like a small bench with a toilet seat on top. Bring

that to me."

He rose from the floor, unsteady on legs weak from the days activities.

Heading to her bedroom and turning down the sheets his mind raced with

concern . What did she mean by gaurantees? And now this toilet seat. He

could only imagine the worst, and he was coming to the realisation that

he shouldn't underestimate her. He already did when he signed on for

this. Opening the closet door, he finally gets a good look at what is

inside and is taken aback. Much of it he has seen before and is expected,

but a few things stand out.

On one shelf he see's a medium sized butt plug in a ziploc bag, but what

sends a chill down his spine is the tube of ben-gay that is also in the

bag. There's several rows of clips attached to ropes, wood and plastic

clothespins, even a row of metal ones. But the last one is a rope filled

with about 50 alligator clips with serrated teeth about 2 inches long..

He tries to shake off the feeling these inspire as he moves to the back

of the closet. He sees the seat she spoke of, but his eye catches a

framed photograph on the back wall of the closet.

It's her standing next to a bound man, his back to the camera. He is

bound standing spread eagle with ropes running from his ankles, knees,

elbows and wrists. She is smiling and looking quite proud, almost like a

fisherman on the dock with a record fish. He has to move in to make sure

he is seeing this right. His stomach does a flip as he looks at the

picture up close. The ropes are pulled so tight he can see that the guy

has been pulled up onto the balls of his feet and you can see the ropes

are dug in.

He sees a set of clover clamps on the guys nuts, they're being pulled

down with a pair of high heels hanging from the chain. His back is

crosshatched with red streaks, hundreds of them. From his calves to his

ass he can see the familiar welts of a cane, but there's so many of them,

some crossed over one another. Short blood trails run from a handful of

places on his back as well as his ass. A full size rubber cat hangs from

her waist and she is holding a long thin neoprene cane. A look of

sheer delight on her face, while the mans head is hung forward so that

you can only see the very top of his head.

He is gripped with panic and looks around thinking, "I gotta get out of

Here," as he heads out of the closet. He stops himself once in the

bedroom and takes several deep breaths, trying to organise a clear

thought. He tries to push the image out of his head and tells himself he

is going nowhere right now, and that he had probably better not keep her

waiting. He goes to grab the bench, averting his eyes from the photo.

Looking over the bench as he carries it out of the closet, he can see it

has been modified. There is some type of harness hanging beneath the

seat, by ropes that loop through small pulleys then up through holes in

the bench where they are tied off onto rope anchors. Rather than try to

figure it out, he pauses to regain his composure before returning to her.

Meanwhile as she waits on the couch, she wonders if he saw the picture

she had hung for him. Looking at his face, he looked pale and scared and

she knew he had not only seen it, but believed it to be real. Sure that

sub of hers was tied like that, but she had just pulled him taught and

hung the shoes from him moments before it was taken. And while he did

have some marks on him, it was quite simple to enhance them and add more

in photoshop. But he didn't need to know this, and she also made a mental

note to take the photo down, lest he take a very close look at it.

She directs him where to place the bench as she rises off the couch.

Stepping behind it she kneels down and instructs him to lay on the floor,

face up, then moves the bench forward directly over his head. He finds

himself looking up through the seat, with this harness hanging loose

against his face.

She reaches under the bench and slips the wig off his head, then grabs

each wrist and attaches the cuffs to clips on the sides of the bench

seat. Standing and walking across the room, she reaches under the

bookshelf in one corner and produces the end of a rope, tossing it

towards him as she walks to the opposite corner, then pulling another

from beneath that bookshelf. Clipping the ends to his ankle cuffs, she

walks back to pull each tight. He meanwhile is trying not to show his

fear and suppress the desire to ask what she has planned.

Kneeling behind the bench again she undoes several of the buckles on the

harness, then tells him to raise his head and hold it there. He feels a

strap looped around his neck, then her work the buckles behind his head.

A final loop runs under his chin and through the straps on the sides of

his face. This buckles on the top of his head and he can feel the harness

drawn tight around his head as she pulls the buckle tight. He can now see

the ropes run from the topside of the bench and are anchored at 4 points

around this head harness.

Looking up through the seat he can see her step over the bench, then her

sex fills his vision as she sits down, her feet placed on opposite sides

of his body. A moment later he feels the ropes tighten one at a time,

then his head is drawn up to her a little at a time until his nose

touches the cleft of her ass. He hears her bark from above him to, "Open

up and stick that tongue out and keep it there!"

He extends his tongue and he can feel the tip just slip between her lips.

She repositions herself slightly, then he feels the ropes draw him closer

and closer to her, until his face is pressed tightly against her, his

mouth cupping her mons and his tongue inside her. "Now I want you to

start sucking and work that tongue of yours."

As he does he can feel her press even tighter against him, either that or

she is drawing him even tighter. As he works with his tongue, he can feel

her grab onto his nutsack and attach a set of clamps. He winces as she

continues to attach another set to his nipples and he feels the slack

taken out of the chains connecting them.

Then he feels her sex push into him while at the same time the clamps are

pulled tight. He lets out a guttural moan and he hears her react by

shifting her hips as she draws the clamps tighter. He moans again louder

as she pulls and he can hear her respond with a moan herself and he can

feel her become even wetter.

Then she settles in for what ended up being an almost 2 hour ride.

holding the clamps like reigns on a horse, while using the crop on the

insides of his thighs to motivate him. The more he bucked beneath her,

the more excited she became and the harder she pulled. While his moans

vibrated through her exciting her even more.

In the end she was spent and slumped forward on the seat. While his jaw

ached and he was drenched in her juices, utterly exhausted. She releases

the ropes holding his face tight and he drops away from her She runs her

hands up the inside of his thighs, feeling the small welts she left with

the crop. She removes the clips and he squirms as the blood returns.

Resting a moment she speaks. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna like having you around.

But while I could probably do this all day, it's getting late and we have

a big day tomorrow. That includes running around town for a while, but

don't worry. I'm not taking you out dressed, at least not yet." She

unclips his wrists, then dropping back down onto the couch she instructs

him to grab his wig and go clean himself up real quick. Then to tuck the

ropes back under the bookcases and clean-up and return all the equipment

to it's proper place in the closet.

As he walks to the bathroom she tells him to not worry about his make-up

because it's time for bed anyways. He looks at his face, disheveled with

the make-up smeared and washed away by her juices. His jaw ached, along

with the rest of his body. He ponders his fate as he washes his face. He

takes a moment to pause before he exits and studies himself in the

mirror.

Then asks himself, "What the hell am I doing here?" Shaking his head he

thinks, "I gotta get out of here. This is way too much." But he knew he

had only himself to blame. He wanted to feel trapped and he was the one

who left his limits wide open. He knew she wasn't going to maim or kill

him, but he had underestimated her dedication as well as her willingness

to hurt him if she wished. What struck him most was how she truly enjoyed

it. Others he had met had some sense of reluctance and showed pity.

Yet his expressions of pain or discomfort only seem to encourage her. A

true sadist it would seem, yet she never claimed to be anything else.

What the hell was he thinking? He stepped back out and began collecting

the items and putting them away. When he was finished she called him over

to her and had him kneel at her feet. As she bent down to unlock his

ankle and wrist restraints she spoke to him.

"Now I know you have had a rough day. But I want to remind you that I

don't want any trouble out of you. I gave you the opportunity to ask to

be released and I would think that if you had a valid reason for it, you

would have spoke up. I've also given you a second chance at learning to

serve properly, so I feel that I have been more than accommodating. At

this point I don't want to even get the feeling that you no longer wish

to continue. As a matter of fact, you are not even allowed to ask about

it. If you make any effort to avoid holding up your end of the bargain,

it will come back to you 3 fold. Now were going out together to take care

of a few things tomorrow and i expect you to be on your best behavior, is

that clear?"

All he could do was nod and answer a meek, "Yes, Mistress".

She left his collar in place and let him know that she would be rising at

9:00 to 9:30 again. He was to bring her coffee and although He did not

need to be dressed and made up, she made it quite clear that it was for

this one day only. He could just present himself naked and she would

retrieve his clothes once she was up and around. He could shower once

they returned. And with that she dismissed him.

He went to his bed with a million questions and concerns swirling in his

head. He rolled into bed and tried to think of nothing in an effort to

clear his head. Then he focused on one thing. Did he want out of this?

yes. fantasies are nice, even this one could be nice. He just hadn't

expected her to be so far to the extreme side. What would happen if he

does break it off?

Well, she does have a contract, but that's far from enforceable. If he

can get his stuff out of here, he won't have to come back for it or lose

it. There is the spare key to his car under the wheel well and he can

drive home naked if he has to. He figures he can't get his clothes or

wallet, but everything in his wallet can be replaced. So he figures the

worst she can do to him is besmirch his name to other doms. He sets his

alarm for 5:00 a.m. and tries to sleep.

He sleeps in fits and starts and is out of bed before the alarm goes off.

Looking out into the hallway it all seems quiet. Walking out to the front

door he finds it is locked with a keyed deadbolt from both sides. No

matter he tells himself, he'll go out a window if he has to. Then he

remembers the garage. Checking the door that leads to the garage he finds

that it's bolted, but has a knob on this side. He decides to go check his

car before collecting his things. Turning the bolt he steps out onto the

cold garage floor. Looking at the large door he tries the side one

instead. Again a bolted lock he can open.

He knows his car is just down the driveway and it's still dark outside,

so opening the door he slips outside. Thinking he should have brought

anything to cover up as he feels the cold night air he steps back inside

where his eye catches a old blanket. Wrapping this around him high on his

neck to conceal the collar still locked to his neck he sprints the short

distance to his car. Reaching under the wheel well he finds the key still

there. Slipping it out of the box he opens the door, but somethings

wrong. He tries the dome light and gets nothing. Dead battery? Oh, god

not now. Or maybe even she took it. He pops the hood to check and

it's there and he realises he's being paranoid. Regardless of how it

happened, the battery is dead.

Running back to the garage he rummages around for a charger or an old

battery to no avail. There is a locked storage room, but he can't get

into it without making a racket. Shit! he curses himself. Not knowing

what to do he locks the outer door and slips back inside, locking the

inner door behind him. He knows that he won't be leaving until the

weekends over and resigns himself to that fact. Realising that he can't

leave and thinking about what may be in store for him, he actually begins

to get excited. He pushes it out of his mind. Slipping back in bed and

resetting the alarm he drifts off to sleep once more.

The silence broken once again by the alarm, he is startled awake. Looking

at the clock and seeing it's 8:30 he panics for a moment, then realises

all he has to do is make coffee, which he does. Sitting at the table when

her alarm goes off, he hears her call for him. Bringing the coffee to

her, he feels more uncomfortable and exposed than ever. She sits up and

takes a sip of the coffee. Looking over at him she tells him that he can

wait for her in the kitchen and she will bring him his clothes.

Fifteen minutes later she emerges. Tossing him his shirt, she sets the

rest of his clothes on the table. Pulling a chair out she sits down next

to him, folds her hands and says nothing for several minutes. He doesn't

know what to do, so he does nothing. Finally she turns to him and calmly

says, "I am not going to get upset about this, not now. We'll take care

of it later. Right now I want you to go and grab your wrist and ankle

cuffs, as well as your notebook. Then come back in here and make a little

note about how you forgot to put your cuffs on today."

His gut felt like he had just crested the hill of a rollercoaster. He

hurried to get the cuffs and notebook. He thought about how he should

apologise, but stopped himself. He realised it was probably safer just to

keep his mouth shut. Sitting at the table he writes the note then slips

the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, clicking the padlocks into place. She

tells him to turn his chair sideways and to put his hands behind the

chair.

Standing, she walks behind him and connects the cuffs with a clip. Moving

back in front of him she produces a roll of fishing string from beneath

his clothes. He watches as she takes an end and runs it through one pant

leg then through a D ring on his ankle restraint. Then pulling some slack

in it she tells him to spread his legs. She lifts his balls and loops the

thin line around his sack several times then ties it off. Guiding his

pants down the line, then onto his legs up to the knees. Reaching around

him she releases his wrists and tells him to finish getting dressed. He

stands and carefully pulls his pants up then finishes dressing.

She steps in front of him and picks up the spool of line. Taking up the

slack, she gives it a light tug and he responds immediately, his knees

buckling at the first tug. She lets out some slack, then explained it to

him, "You see, this is to make sure you behave yourself. That's 20 lb

test line. I ran it down your leg and through the ankle cuff so that

nobody will notice. It may be thin but it's quite strong. As a matter of

fact I could probably rip your nuts clean off with this if I pulled hard

enough. I have no qualms about dragging you out of a crowded store by

this if I have to.

She chose to skip breakfast, so they headed to the car, with him careful

to keep up with her. He still hadn't asked where they were going and she

didn't say.

Pulling out of the driveway, she only drives about 3 blocks or so then

pulls into a strip mall. Shutting the car off she turns to him and tells

him to put his hands behind the seat as far as he can, where she connects

the wrist cuffs. Looking at him directly she says, "I've said it before

but it bears repeating. I will respect your limits. By the same token,

you will keep your word, and that's what we're here for." She reaches

beneath the seat and pulls out a folder. "This is a simple lease that

says I'm renting a room in your house for 600.00 a month. It is a

standard lease that after 12 months renews on a monthly basis with each

party required to notify the other in writing about any changes in

residency 60 days in advance.

However, I have no need or intention to spend even a night in your house.

We are stopping here because we have to sign it and get it notarized."

She gives a tug on the fishing line. "Give me a problem in here and we

can go back to my place and string you up by these until you change your

mind. And here's a fair warning, if you ever choose to get into a

physical fight with me, limits go out the window. Am I clear?" He replies

with a nod and a yes.

She unclips his wrists and hands him his wallet. "You'll need to show the

notary your I.D. Let's go." He opens his door as she opens hers. He feels

a tug at his nuts as she suggests that he might want to get out her side.

The whole time he is mulling this over in his mind. Why this lease? It

didn't make much sense to him. 600.00 would damn near pay his mortgage

each month. What did she have to gain and why should this be a problem

for him? As a result he was rather nonchalant as they stood at the

counter and signed the document then paid the notary fee. She slid the

document back into the folder and they left.

Again they were on the road only a few minutes before turning into a bank

and pulling up to the deposit box. She asks. "This is the bank you use

isn't it?" He nods yes as she pulls out her checkbook. Handing him the

check she has him write 'for deposit only' on the back along with his

signature and account #. Now he's really confused. She's making a deposit

to my account? She fills out the other side of the check, slips it into

the envelope, then drops it into the deposit box. This seems to please

her greatly, and she is all smiles as they take the short trip back home.

He is merely confused.

On their return she unlocks his cuffs and collar and sends him off to

grab clothes and head to the shower. The warm water feels good on his

back as he showers, then checks his body for hair and decides he wont

need to use the depilatory for a more days. His mood improves as he sees

the fetish maid take shape in the mirror before him and he steps out in a

pleasant mood.

He presents himself to her and she has him kneel before her. Grabbing a

binder from next to her she opens it and sets it before him, then hands

him a pen. The binder appears to be a receipt book. She points to one of

the blank receipts and tells him to sign there. Holding the pen he tries

to think what her purpose would be when she chimes in.

"When you're done with that you can grab your notebook and make an entry

about why you choose to hesitate."

He gets the message and signs, then hands her the binder back. He kneels

there for a moment before seeing a impatient look flash from her.

Remembering the notebook he pulls it from his apron and makes the note

she asked for.

She rises. "Very nice, now wait there a minute. I'll be right back so

stay just as you are." A few moments pass then he hears the sound of

heels on the kitchen floor behind him and he grows excited. "Put your

wrists behind your back for a moment."

He feels her connect them, then a strap looped around his elbows and

drawn tight. A clip is attached to his collar and he is told to tuck his

chin against his chest and close his eyes. He hears her move away from

him, then nothing. His nervousness grows as he kneels there. Hearing a

slight rustle besides him, he then feels the slack taken out of whatever

was clipped to his collar. He hears her voice, and there's a tone to it

that says danger to him.

"Lift your head and turn your face to me."

He opens his eyes and sees a rope running from his collar to an eyebolt

in the floor. As he turns his head to face her he follows the rope to

where it ends in one of her hands. A crop is in the other. Looking down

at him she asks, "Is there something you would like to tell me?" His mind

races. Tell her what? what does she want from me. "Last chance to come

clean and fess up."

Then he thought of his little excursion last night, But how could she

possibly know? At a loss he asks "What is it Mistress?" He feels her pull

roughly on the rope as she replies "Wrong answer!" Then his face

approaches the floor quickly. She lets off just before he hits, but then

pulls hard once his forehead contacts the floor and he is forced to turn

his head sideways as the rope is drawn tighter. He looks up in time to

see the bottom of her boot approaching his face, then press into the side

of it.

He cries out as she presses it into his face. Panic grips him from being

handled so roughly and unexpectedly. He makes a desperate pull at the

collar so he can get out from under her boot. It doesn't budge but seems

to draw him tighter and he begins to squirm with his legs. Then he feels

the crop bite into his legs in response. She steps off of his face, but

continues to swing the crop in one hand as she pulls the rope tight with

the other. He cries out, then curses angrily.

Hearing this she pauses long enough to chide, "A liar and a potty mouth!"

then takes another few swats at him. "You know, I don't think you realise

that the more of a challenge you make this, the more I enjoy it." She

taps at one of his legs telling him to lift it up and slips the rope

beneath it. Looping the rope through the d ring of one ankle cuff, then

the other before tying it off. "Still nothing to say huh? and to think I

might have gone easy on you if you did." She waited for a long pause then

as she turned to leave the room she said. "You know if you are going to

be running around barefoot you should probably wash your feet when your

done. Not to mention the footprints you left behind in the garage." And

with that she left the room.

He was left to his own thoughts, and he couldn't seem to get past 'shit,

what am I gonna do'. He was at least thankful to have some of the tension

off the rope to his collar, even if it was tied to his ankles now. He

rolled onto his side as his knees ached. And there he was, struggling

mentally about what to say when she walked back in.

She stopped a dozen feet from him, hands on hips. "Cat still got your

tongue?"

To which he replied "I'm sorry." She stood there, saying nothing. "It was

stupid, I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry." Again a long pause,

then she spoke.

"Very nice. No excuses, no passing the blame. Maybe you are starting to

learn how to be a good little bitch." She walks toward him then paces to

one side. Looking down at him she says, "You know though, accepting

responsibility is only half of it. The other half is accepting the

consequences." She stops pacing in front of him. "I'd like to hear you

add that into your apologie."

He clears his throat. "I'm sorry mistress, I shouldn't have done it and I

accept any of the consequences that may result."

Nodding her head as she begins to pace again. "I let you know that lying

would come back onto you tenfold, but I'm going to let the lying go for now.  you were trying to leave early, which comes back on you threefold. 

so now you get to stay late. Instead of 60 days notice, you now have to

give 180 days notice that you are going to end your service to me." His

heart jumped into his throat. She could see his reaction and reveled in

it. "I was also leaning towards putting you back into the restrictive

uniform, that of course on top of any direct punishment. But that apology

was unexpected and seemed so sincere that I'm going to give you another

chance. Would you like to tell me what you were intending to do and how

far you went, or should I just draw my own conclusions based on what I

know.

He really didn't want to let her know that the only thing standing

between him and leaving was a dead battery. He couldn't imagine what she

would do. There was a long pause, then he let out a heavy sigh. "I guess

I'm not really sure what I was going to do. I know I wanted to see where

my car was and if I could get to it, But I knew I didn't have keys."

She just nodded, knowing it was a lie because she had placed a piece of

clear tape on the drivers side door, then made a small cut in it so it

would tear freely if the door was opened.. 'I got as far as seeing where

it was and at that point I couldn't figure out what to do. I guess I was

just out of my mind from yesterdays activities. I looked around the house

to see if maybe you had left my keys somewhere that I could get at them.

When I couldn't find them I just went back to bed."

She thought for a moment, then spoke. "Well, that was insightful and I'll

have to give you credit for letting me know what you are capable of. I

don't believe for a minute that you were unsure of what you were going to

do. Yet I can't blame you for having a hard time admitting it. You had

every intention to leave and this is one of the big no-no's and warrants

a punishment most severe but you haven't made it any worse. I also know

that you got farther than you say you did. I'm not going to say how I

know, just that I do. This tells me that you are quite willing to lie to

me in order to get out of our agreement. This is very good information

and lets me know just how difficult to break I have to make our

agreement. You did lie to me. This is another big no-no and also warrants

a most severe punishment, which we will probably have to defer until

tomorrow."

"So by opening your mouth when not being truthful you managed to commit

another major offence and pick up another severe punishment. But I think

that's probably the best thing for you at this point. Mainly because when

both are finished I'm going to let you plead your case about whether or

not to return to the restrictive uniform or not, and you'll probably be

in a better mindset then. Now then, up on your knees."

As she unties his ankles and takes the rope leash in hand again she helps

him to his feet. As she leads him to the bedroom she decides that she is

going to explain a little more about why they had signed the lease. His

arms still bound behind him, she tells him to lay face down in the center

of the bed. Bringing the ropes up from the 4 corners she secures his

ankles, then unties his arms. She explains that the lease allows her

access to his house and thus to him, should push come to shove. It would

allow her the right to have a locksmith open the doors for her. She could

even contact the county sheriff and get a court order allowing her

access. She remarks that it's quite a powerful document.

She continues, as she secures his hands and he is now spread eagle, face

down. "About her monthly payments well, she's already paid in full for

the first 6 months. The check she deposited noted that it was the second

half of the first 6 months rent. The receipt he had given her says that she

paid 1800 by check and 2400 in cash, and that the last months rent as

well as the first 6 months have been paid. When he returns the 1800 as

a cashiers check Tomorrow he is told, they can do the same thing and

cover it for the entire first year.

The thought of what she said sinks in to him, as does the anxiety of

being tied like this. She adds to this by adding 4 more ropes at the

elbows and knees. He couldn't move more than a few inches, yet the ropes

weren't overly tight. Grabbing that full hood once more she explains why

the ropes aren't tight. He is going to be like that for 12 hours total

with only a 10 minute break every 3 hours. During the 12 hours he will have

his ears plugged and be blindfolded. She says she will start without the

gag, but it will be used if he gets chatty. He will receive four strikes

from the cane each hour for a total of 48 strikes. He won't receive any

warning that one is coming as he cannot see or hear and they will be

randomly spaced. These strikes will be as hard as can be done without

splitting the skin.

Just before she puts the earplugs in place and pulls the hood over his

head she lets him know that it's almost 11:00 a.m. so he should be done

at 11:00 tonight.

    "Just think, for that little excursion you now have to give 180 days notice, then for lying about it you get this. Was it worth it?"

She doesn't wait for an answer.

An adult story involving bd/sm/ds and forced

feminization. If this offends, read no further.

In Her Service #4

He is plunged into darkness as the hood is slipped

over his head and quickly realizes the eye openings

are covered by a blindfold. He begins to plead with

her "please ma'am, you really don't need to do this.

I promise I'll be better."

Hearing his pleas as she pulls the hood tight, she

can't help but smile a bit. Reaching for the gag she

brings her mouth close to his ear and speaks loudly

so he can hear through the hood. "Looks like we will

have to use the gag after all."

He tries to think of what he can say to convince her

otherwise, but quickly feels the gag press at his

lips and accepts it with a whimper. Again the sound

of his breath fills his ears. He tests his bonds and

quickly learns that although he's not stretched

tight, he can barely move an inch due to the extra

ropes at his elbows and knees. He holds his breath

for a moment, straining to hear if she is still in

the room.

Time passes, and he's left alone with his thoughts.

He thinks about last night and his failed attempt to

leave. Alternately chiding himself for trying as well

as for not just walking away. He could have just went

to a phone booth and called a cab. Sure there might

have been some explaining to do, and he would have

had to break into his house, but at least he wouldn't

be where he is now. 12 hours, 48 strokes he thinks to

himself shaking his head. The thought of it fills him

with dread and yet spread eagle face down as he is,

he feels himself becoming excited from his thoughts

as well as the pressure. His mind drifts momentarily

but he snaps back when he realizes he has a hard on.

His stomach turns as he realizes that she may see,

and what she might think. He tries to will himself

limp, but thinking about it only seems to make

matters worse and he can feel that he is leaving a

puddle of precum on her sheets. He tests the bonds

again when he is suddenly startled by her breath on

his shoulder.

He hears her voice in his ear "See, I knew you loved

this. Can't wait for it, can you?" Then feels her

fingernail run down his sex.

He shakes his head and says, "no, no you don't

understand," into the gag, but he doubts that she

hears him because he can barely understand himself.

Moments later as he lays there the calm is broken by

a searing pain that streaks from his buttocks to his

brain. His body stiffens and seconds later he feels

the cane again. He pulls on the ropes as he bites

down hard on the gag. He pulls a breath in so that he

can scream, but two more quick blows knock the breath

out of him. His body tenses up expecting more but

they don't come. He struggles to calm himself but

finds it impossible to do. Less than a minute passes

before the pain streaks through his body again, then

silence. He holds his body tense and his mind races,

expecting another blow. It takes him at least 15

minutes to relax and again he's left alone with his

thoughts. There's a lump in his throat and his

stomach churns knowing that another blow may come at

any time. He can feel the lingering sting and heat

from what were only the first six of 48. These were

forceful strokes and combined with not knowing when

they were going to come was psychologically torturous

and was already affecting him.

It had now been two hours since he was first tied,

and he wanted out of this situation. His jaw ached

from the gag. The last time she had come to him she

had given him four quick strokes with the cane and

hadn't returned for what seemed like an hour. He

could feel the heat rise from his behind and thought

she may have split the skin in places. He tried to

relax and thought again how the ropes were holding

him, and how exposed he was. Although he tried to

suppress it he felt himself becoming hard again.

Meanwhile she had been standing next to the bed for

the past five minutes and took note of his growing

member. She doubted he was actually enjoying this.

She knew in such situations that this was often

beyond their control. Thinking for a moment she

figured why not use this as a smile crossed her face.

She brought a knee up onto the bed and saw him flinch

when he felt her. She ran her hand over the welts on

his buttocks as she brought her mouth close to his

ear. Slipping her hand between his legs she gently

ran her fingers over his sex as she spoke.

"Tsk, tsk, such a naughty little girl. And such a

good actress too! You see, you had me worried that

you didn't want to do this or that I was being a bit

too harsh. I can see that isn't the case, is it? Then

again, I should have known. You did say how much you

craved helplessness and submission and I can see now

that the more control I exert and the more power I

have over you, the more you like it."

His eyes had rolled back into his head at her touch,

and although he heard her, he couldn't assemble a

coherent thought. All he could do was shake his head

half-heartedly and moan weakly into the gag. She

slipped her hand from him and rose from the bed.

Seeing his headshake side to side she commented

mockingly "Oh, I know. Please don't do this mistress,

I don't like it!" she chuckled. On hearing this he

came to his senses a bit more and started protesting

into the gag as he pulled at his bonds.

When she saw this she commented "I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to ruin the fantasy for you. I'll tell you want

we'll do, and I think it will fit your needs

perfectly. From now on you are not allowed to express

your displeasure at your situation. I don't mean the

little stuff, but your situation as a whole. For

example you can tell me, politely of course, that a

pair of shoes are hurting your feet. You cannot tell

me that you no longer want to wear heels. And most of

all I don't want to hear anything about you no longer

wanting to serve. If I even think I hear something

like that we will simply start the 180 days over, or

add 90 days, whichever is more."

He then became even more animated, protesting louder

into the gag. She in turn rested then pressed the end

of the cane on the backside of his thigh to get his

attention.

"And that is effective immediately, is there

something you'd like to tell me?"

Feeling the cane and hearing her words, his protests

subsided. Then, feeling the cane lifted, he tensed

his entire body for the expected blow. Meanwhile she

had rested the cane at her side and watched his

anticipation. He quickly tired of bracing himself for

the blow. He realized that this was driving him

insane and relaxed his body with a sob. She waited a

few more moments; just standing there watching him,

then raised the cane. She brought it down onto the

backside of his thigh in one quick motion, pausing

for an instant, then striking again slightly lower.

The effect of the cane on his thigh was even more

intense and he reacted by clamping down on the gag

with the squeal. She watched him squirm as she

stepped around to the other side. He had just begun

to sob when he was interrupted by two more quick

strokes to the opposite thigh. Screwing his eyes shut

behind the blindfold, his vision goes white with

pain. Twisting, yet going nowhere, he instinctively

pulls at his bonds. He pulls short shallow breaths as

the pain subsides. She pauses at the door listening

until she can no longer hear him, and then exits.

Once again he's left alone with his thoughts and he

finds it has to physically will himself to reduce the

tension from his ankles and wrists. How long has it

been, he wonders. How many strokes was that? 10? 12?

He shakes his head wondering how he's going to take

the rest of them. God, did his thighs burn. He felt

that he was no longer hard, but had left a large wet

spot of precum. He holds his breath for a moment and

strains to hear if she is in the room. Time passes,

he's not sure how long, and then he's startled by a

hand on his hood.

She sees him jump at her touch and chuckles at his

reaction as she unsnaps the flap covering one of his

ears. Running her fingers over the welts she has

already made, she speaks to him.

"As you know, this little exercise is the result of

your little excursion last night. Well, as I said,

you also need to be shown the error of your ways for

lying to me. It looks like what I had in mind for the

second half is going to fall in place this afternoon,

so we'll need to interrupt this at the halfway point

as well as hurry up a bit. But don't worry; we'll get

back to it as soon as we can. We're 12 strokes into

this and we still have a little time left for now so

we'll probably do another 12 strokes, that way we can

stop right at the halfway mark, and finish later."

She steps away from him and begins flexing the cane

in her hands, as she looks him over.

"Now, I'm going to need you to be on your best

behavior for what I have planned and you will obey

absolutely and without question or hesitation, and

this I am deadly serious about. I think you know

already that I have no qualms about hurting you,

nevertheless I want you to keep that in mind for

these next 12 strokes and remember that things can

always get worse."

She leaned forward again and unsnapped the blindfold,

as well as the other ear. Stepping back again she let

him know that he's welcome to listen to and watch

this next part if he can. She slices the cane through

the air for effect and a chill runs down his spine

and his muscles contract against the bonds. Turning

his head sideways he sees her standing next to the

bed with the cane raised in the air and her back to

him, he can't help but close his eyes as she brings

the cane down. He feels the cane bite into him and

clamps down on the gag with a growl. The next blow

follows immediately and he squeals into the gag as he

tries to twist his body away from it. His vision goes

white with pain though his eyes are shut as the cane

slices the air and him in rapid succession. She

pauses to walk around to the other side of the bed

her breath heavy with excitement. Turning his head

again he can see her approach. He begins screaming

into the gag, begging and pleading as he tries to

make eye contact with her. She doesn't even

acknowledge him as she plants her feet and raises the

cane again. Even though he's thrashing quite a bit,

she can see that her target moves very little and

through his screams she lands six more blows in rapid

succession. Flush with excitement she has to steady

herself when she finishes. Slipping a hand to her

moist sex she thinks to herself that it's a shame

he's face down, because if he was face up she would

have that gag out of his mouth and would be grinding

herself into his face right now.

As he regains his composure he finds himself shaking

uncontrollably. He opens his eyes to see that she has

left. His quick shallow breaths turn to sobs as the

worst of the pain ebbs. Exhausted and aching, he

relaxes in the bonds as his breath slowly returns to

normal. Spent, he drifts into a half asleep state.

Meanwhile, she greets her guest at the door. He is a

good friend of hers as well as a Dom. She invites him

in and after some small talk; they began to discuss

what she has asked her friend there for. After a few

minutes she excuses herself to go get him ready. She

steps into the room, and walks up to him pausing

momentarily to watch him at rest as well as to admire

the marks she has left.

As she grabs the blindfold and moves to reattach it

to the hood he's startled and awake. Slightly dazed,

he sees the blindfold approach and feels the aching

in his jaw and quickly remembers where he is. He

tries to ask her why she is blindfolding him again,

but it comes out as just a mumble.

As she snaps the blindfold in place, she speaks to

him. "I have a visitor here, who is probably going to

agree to help you out with your situation. I don't

want you to try to interrupt, just pay attention and

listen. Any questions you may have will be answered

later."

Grabbing a D ring on his collar she pulls his head up

and towards her, and hissing in his ear. "Are we

clear on that?"

He shook his head yes while at the same time wondered

what the hell she was talking about when she says,

'help me with my situation'. Releasing her grip on

the collar she lets him down then places a hand on

his shoulder.

"Now that's a good girl. You know, if you behave you

can avoid much of the unpleasantness involved but, if

you give me a hard time and choose to be difficult, I

can make things most unpleasant." With that she heads

for the bedroom door and he is left much like how he

started except now he can hear his surroundings.

After about 10 minutes she returns, but this time he

hears conversation and when they enter the room he

can pick out that it's a male voice and his anxiety

rises. They're speaking to each other and he tries to

relax so he can hear what they're saying. As they

come closer he can hear her...

"Well, here she is, my newest little maid in

training."

Then the male replied, "Very nice, nice marks too!

May I?"

The next thing he feels is a contact on his buttocks

and he startled by it. Wincing slightly as he feels

this person's hand run across the welts she had left,

then stop. "So you say that this little one loves to

feel helpless, and at the same time is worried she

won't follow through?"

"Oh yeah, she's already made excuses to double her

time with me."

Her friend studies the figure bound on the bed as he

speaks, "so, if I have to call her or visit her, just

to let her know that you're looking for her, then

I'll get her services for eight hours. But if I

actually have to escort her here I'll get her

services for 48 hours. If she puts up a fight, then I

get the equivalent of a week?"

She replies "Yeah, that about sums it up. I don't

think she'll put up much of a fuss, as she won't want

the extra attention."

Lying there and listening to them talk; he tries to

suppress his panic. Her guest speaks again.

"So she knows that if she puts up a fuss and attracts

Johnny Law or a concerned citizen, the first thing

I'm going to do is let them in on the nature of the

relationship. And in the case of Johnny Law, she had

better agree with me because if I get arrested then

all bets are off, and she could only imagine what I'd

do to her then."

She beckons her guest to follow her as she speaks.

"Well, you know one of her limits is that her service

can't be exposed to her family or the public at

large, and you know how I feel about honoring limits.

That would only happen if she violated my agreement

with her, then chose to make matters worse by

resisting you. As I see it, that's her call."

With that, he hears them leave the room. His mind

races. What the hell did she think she was doing? No

sooner than he thought this she once again entered

the room. She sounded alone and he felt her sit on

the bed next to him. He started to mouth into the gag

"why are you...." but was shushed by her. She began

to remove the hood as she spoke.

"I don't want to hear any complaints from you. None

of this violates your limits, and he is aware of them

also. Besides, it would be your actions that would

result in your serving him. I'm going to untie you. I

want you to stretch for a moment and head for the

bathroom to straighten yourself up and take care of

anything else you might need to. When you're done,

return here and wait for me."

His muscles and his jaw ached from the ropes and the

gag and it took him a full 10 minutes to get up and

off the bed. Looking at the clock he realizes he had

been there a little more than 4 hours. Still dazed,

he makes his way to the bathroom and empties his

bladder. He studies himself in the mirror for a

moment and thinks to himself, "this is too much, just

way too much." He then fixes his makeup, straightens

his uniform and looks himself up and down, then makes

his way back to the bed and sits on the edge of it,

and waits.

He doesn't have to wait long before she enters again

and with one word "up" she has him on his feet. She

paces a semicircle around him looking him up and

down. He's shaking now, even after she announces that

he looks acceptable for now. Stepping behind him she

slips the elbow cuffs on him, separated by 12 inches

of chain. Followed by ankle cuffs separated by 12

inches of chain. Clipping a short leash that she had

wrapped around her wrist she pulled it taut with one

hand while wagging a finger with the other.

"There are a few more things we need to take care of.

Again, you will be on your best behavior. That means

you will do what you are told when you are told

without complaint or question, and I want to hear

nothing from you unless I ask you to speak. If you

embarrass me or screw up I have about 100

clothespins, a closet, and about eight hours to burn.

Am I clear?" All he could do was nod yes.

She led him out into the living room where he saw her

friend sitting, all six feet 220 pounds of him. He

had gotten undressed except for a leather vest and a

pair of thong underwear. She motioned her friend over

to her and he struggled to suppress his inner panic

as she ordered him to his knees then handed her

friend the leash.

She saw the look of panic in his eyes and let it

build for a while before announcing, "Don't look so

scared. We're just taking a picture, but I need it to

look natural so wipe the look of concern off your

face and wrap your arms around his leg. Press your

cheek up against his leg, look slightly upwards and

smile." She then directed her friend to hold the

leash taut in his opposite hand in front of him and a

crop held in the other, at which point she snapped

off a few pictures.

Taking the leash back from her friend she led him to

the kitchen table and told him to sit. Pushing a pen

and paper to him he is told to write a short note.

She dictated the contents to him, which addressed it

'to whom it may concern' and stated that he was in

several alternative relationships that involved acts

of Dominance and Submission, and that chances were

that he was a willing participant in whatever it was

they might be concerned about, and to please ask

about it.

Meanwhile she had gone to her printer and printed

several copies of the pictures she had just taken and

stapled these together with the note he had written.

She then handed them to her friend who had already

gotten dressed. She asks her friend to wait a moment

than steps behind his chair. Grabbing the leash from

the collar she reaches under the chair from behind

and clips it to the chain connecting his ankles.

Then, she guided it back under the chair and onto the

chain connecting his elbows.

"Now, don't go anywhere" she whispers into his ear.

He can see them further discussing things as they

head out the door and she walks him to his car. In

the meantime, he sat there slightly in a daze and

secured to the chair.

She sweeps back into the room and heads directly for

him. She unclips the leash from his ankle chains and

his elbow chains, wrapping the leash in one of her

hands. She then drops onto the couch about 10 feet

away and lets out a sigh.

She turns to him and says, "whew! Glad that's done

huh?"

She motions for him to come to her and he stands to

take a step but is stopped by the wave of her finger.

"On your knees now."

He apologizes as he drops to his knees and crawls the

rest of the way, a task made much more difficult by

the chain connecting his elbows. He stopped when his

face was a few inches from her feet.

"Now then, I want you to show me how good you are at

being nice to my feet.

Let's start with gentle kisses and while you do that,

I will go over our little agreement just to make it

clear that you understand the situation." He began to

work at gently kissing her feet as she explained the

situation to him.

"Just so we're clear, you came to serve me -- I did

not seek you out. I have given you, on more than one

occasion, the opportunity for this to be over with

and done. Once when you first arrived, and again

after I had caught you in a lie. You chose to stay

and because of the lie the length of time you are to

serve increased from 60 to 180 days. Now you may

think that is harsh, but let me remind you not only

is that within your hard limits but also you had been

warned beforehand that lying to me was one of the

major violations. You will become what you came here

to be, a skilled maidservant. And remember that 180

days you are to serve begins once you become a

skilled maidservant, so it hasn't even begun. I made

you aware when you agreed to this that I decide when

it changes from training to service, but don't worry,

I'll let you know when you're trained enough that you

can start counting the 180 days."

"Now then, just in case there is any doubts, let me

state this. You will honor your commitment. I think

that between legally leasing a room in your house as

well as my friend that just left, I have given myself

enough leverage to make sure you that do. As I see

it, the only option you have left is to go to the

police. Of course if you do that, all of this will

come out in court, and the best results you could

hope for would be a restraining order. If you try to

ignore the situation, I might show up with a

locksmith and have the locks changed. Then just wait

for you to come home. Or, I might show up in the

middle of the night when you're sleeping. If not, I

will just ask my friend to come and get you. If he

gets arrested because you put up a fuss, and you

don't come clean right away, that's no different than

going to the police and then all of this comes out at

trial. Hell, they might even televise that one, after

which I'm sure he would come back after you with a

vengeance."

"Make no mistake, if I have to do anything to come

and get you, who knows how long you may end up

serving me. A year or two? Regardless, I will make

sure that they are miserable. If you try anything

after that, well then all limits are out the window.

I'm not telling you all of this to scare you and

there's no reason that this would have to happen --

and it won't as long as you stick it out and give

your best effort. Just do your best and in a little

more than 180 days you can leave with a sense of

pride for having accomplished something. Screw up and

try to get out of this and you may find yourself

still in service a few years from now. Try to hurt me

and you may find yourself castrated and working in a

Mexican whorehouse. Of course, I could be bluffing

about all this or I could be dead serious. The

question is, do you want to take the chance?"

"Remember how it felt this morning when you were

right here with my boot on your face pressing you

into the floor? Well, that is the kind of response

you can associate with lying to me. That's not just

speaking untruthfully, but that also includes lies by

omission. If there's something you think I should or

just might want to know, you are to tell me as soon

as possible. That especially includes anything that

affects your schedule. Okay, I want you to stand up

now and turn around, your back to me."

He rose with some difficulty mainly due to the elbow

chains not allowing him to balance or push off

anything. Combed with the ankle chains, it became

quite the ordeal. Turning to face away from her he

felt her hands at the elbow cuffs, removing them and

then removing the chain connecting his ankle cuffs.

"It's about time for you to start on dinner, but

before you do let's deal with this issue of when

you're expected back. I had asked you to be available

at least through Saturday night, but then again I

hadn't expected to have so much trouble with you. Now

what I want to know is just when do you absolutely

have to be back? You told me that your son was with

his grandmother this weekend, so what I want you to

do is to call her and ask if he can stay with her

another night and if she could take him to school

Monday morning. Do you think that would be a

problem?"

He knew that it wouldn't be, but thought that maybe

he could fake it. "No ma'am, can I use your phone?"

With that, she stood up, but instead of motioning him

to the phone, she grabbed the phone herself. Pressing

the speaker button, a dial tone fills the air and he

sees her hands over the keys.

"The number?" She asks.

He's startled, but rattles the number off and a

moment later it connects. With the conversation out

in the open there's not much he can do to fake it and

a few minutes later he's saying goodbye. Hanging up

the phone with a smile on her face she turns towards

him.

"Now as I understand it, your ex-wife picks your son

up from school on Monday and has him through the

week, right?" He replies yes and a feeling of dread

sweeps over him as he tries to imagine what she has a

store for him.

"Good, now I want you to take a minute to go check

yourself in the mirror and cleanup, while I grab the

recipe card. Then you can start on dinner when you

get back."

He walks a little unsteadily to the bathroom and

shuts the door behind him. Resting his hands of the

counter he leans forward and stares at himself in the

mirror and ponders the situation. It's Saturday

evening, and it looks like he's going to be spending

at least another day here. He shakes his head in

disbelief and drawing a deep breath stands up

straight and checks his makeup. Stepping back he

looks his uniform up-and-down and straightens the

seams on his stockings. When finished he, steps out

and into the kitchen. He is a bit startled to find

her standing there and he comes to a dead stop. His

mind races as he tries to remember if there's any

particular way he's supposed to enter if she's in the

room.

Whether he's over thinking it or just doesn't

remember, he simply stands there unable to move. She

sees this look of bewilderment on his face and

smiles. She realizes that she has started to get to

him and that he's actually afraid to move right now.

"You forgot how to enter a room, haven't you?"

He looks down at his feet and replies "yes ma'am."

She smiles, arms folded "you know, as long as you are

polite and respectful you're doing OK. As a general

rule if you are expected to be entering the room

during the normal course of your duties you don't

need to do anything. If you had entered because you

are summoned, simply present yourself with a curtsy

directly to the one who had summoned you. Now if you

weren't expected and you had entered in order to ask

a question you'd stop as soon as you enter the room,

stand at attention and wait for eye contact to be

made before dipping into a curtsy."

She grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and sat in it,

and then she motioned for him to enter. She watches

him as he enters and begins to prepare dinner. She

watches him a few more minutes, and then calls him to

her.

He sets down what he's doing and walks directly up to

her. Then tips a quick curtsy and stands up straight

asking, "yes ma'am?" To which she replies, "the first

thing we should work on his how you carry yourself,

in particular how you walk in heels. Just so you know

you will be expected to be able to move and serve

gracefully while wearing a full 5-inch heel, and when

I say graceful I mean graceful. That means no

stumbles, no missteps or little jerky movements. I

think this should be one of the first things we

should focus on. So what I need you to do is to slow

down, take smaller steps and focus on careful, smooth

movements and steps until they become second nature

to you. She lingered for a while to watch him, then

returned to the living room and waited for dinner.

Dinner was relatively uneventful except for him

brushing up against her with his petticoat not once

but twice. The first time she had merely cautioned

him, but the second time he had to log it in his

notebook. The other problem was water spots on the

silverware, which he did have to log, but he also

received quite the verbal chiding about it. She

considered it nothing less than carelessness and not

paying attention on his part.

After dinner she retired to the living room and he

was left to eat his meal, clear the table and do the

dinner dishes. When finished he steps into the living

room and stands at attention, at which point she

beckoned him to the floor at her feet. Sitting there

at her feet, she brushed the hair from the side of

his face. Then laid her hand on his neck, running her

fingers up his cheek, and then tracing his ear. This

sent shivers down his spine and she continued as they

sat there. The relative peace of the moment was

broken when she began to speak to him.

"You probably think I'm being too hard on you, don't

you? Wait, don't answer that, I'm pretty sure I know

the answer but I really don't want to hear it." There

is a long pause before she speaks again.

"I am the way I am because I want you to succeed and

I know what you want, whether you know it or not. You

have a great deal of potential and you could be a

fantastic maidservant. I also think that once you're

there, you'd love it. So believe it or not, I'm doing

what's in your best interest. I won't lie and tell

you I don't enjoy it, because I do. I wouldn't be

here if I didn't. However, you need to give it 100

percent of your effort, and to do that you need to

accept your place and your fate, because they're not

going to change. The sooner you do, the sooner you

can move on."

There's another long pause, as if she is searching

for words.

"You see, something about you has really clicked with

me and because of that I'm going to make sure you

succeed, and I will do whatever it takes. Just

remember that the next time you think I'm being too

harsh, I'm doing it for you. Not only is it what you

want but it's what you asked for."

Chills ran down his spine as he sat there. He tried

to think of what to say about how he felt about the

situation. Then remembered that he wasn't allowed to

discuss it. His thoughts were interrupted by her

tapping him on the shoulder. She let him know that

it's time to work on something and tells him to grab

a coffee cup from the kitchen and fill it halfway

with pennies from the jar on the counter. When

finished he returns and stands in front of her, cup

in hand. Motioning to the corner of the room she

tells him to place the cup on the end table there. As

he does this she begins to explain why.

"We're going to work a little on your movements and

how you carry yourself.

First of all, you are no longer allowed to display

any masculine traits or motions. This includes how

you walk, sit, and all other motions. That even

includes sitting when you go to the bathroom. Right

now we're going to work on your walk. What I want you

to do is go to the kitchen and grab another coffee

cup and place it on the kitchen table. From there

you're going to walk to the opposite corner of the

room and grab a penny out of the cup. Then, you will

walk back into the kitchen and place the penny in the

cup on the table. You're going to do this until

you've transferred all the pennies from one cup to

the other. While you do this you will focus on how

you carry yourself while you walk, avoiding any

stumbles, missteps or clumsy movements." She motions

to the cup in the corner, letting him know that he

can begin.

As he grabs the first penny he tries to estimate how

many are there and figures there must be at least

100. From her position on the couch she corrects and

instructs him to walk properly reminding him to be

careful and not to rush. When he looks down to check

how he is placing his feet he is immediately

corrected and told that isn't allowed. She tells him

to return to the cup and bring her the penny he had

just placed there, then continue. A few trips later

he stumbles on the way to the kitchen. Again he's

told to bring the penny to her.

This continues until after about 20 roundtrips she

begins to see him getting sloppy and warns him about

it. By the time he's halfway done, he's had to bring

her six pennies for mistakes and again he begins to

get sloppy. He's told to bring the penny in hand to

her again without being told why then instructed to

stand where he is until she returns. She returns with

a pair of thumbscrew type nipple clamps. While

letting him know that he's gotten sloppy again, she

drops his blouse and places the clamps on his chest,

tightening each until he lets out a whimper and

mentioning to him that perhaps these will keep him

focused on the task at hand. He continues with the

clamps on his chest constantly reminding him to be

careful.

After what seemed like an eternity, he drops the

final penny into the cup only having to bring her

another 2 for a total of 7. He's been told to bring

the cup to her and kneel in front of her to count

them. He counts quickly, the dull pain in his chest

urging him on. When he tells her that there were 103

she tells him to write in his notebook that he failed

seven times out of 110. Reaching under the couch she

brings out a long leather strap. Handing him one of 7

pennies she tells him to bend over and lift his

skirt. Without pause she swings the strap, connecting

with a loud crack. He lets out a yelp and struggles

to maintain his balance. She then tells him to return

the cup to the table and return the penny in his hand

to the cup, then return to her. He does and again

he's handed a penny and told to bend over and lift

his skirt. This time before she swings she warns him

that should he fall, he has to start this whole

lesson over again. Then she brings the strap down

hard. Again he yelps and returns the penny to the

cup. By the time they got to the last one, his legs

are trembling uncontrollably as he bends over --

partly due to exhaustion and partly due to fear of

having to start over again. She pulls no punches but

he manages to stay standing and after returning the

penny to the cup is told to kneel upright in front of

her.

Pulling down his blouse she tells him "You did pretty

good, and with practice you'll get much better." He

squeals and twists as she removes first one of the

clamps than the other and the blood flows back.

Grateful to be off his feet, he tips forward onto all

fours and rests his head on his forearms as the pain

in his chest fades to a dull ache. Almost immediately

she asks, "aren't going to thank me for that little

lesson?"

He pulls in a deep breath as he slightly shakes his

head. He almost can't believe it. He probably

couldn't have stood another minute on those heels the

way his feet ached and he knows that she was trying

to knock him over with that paddle. Now she wants me

to thank her? Lifting his head he sees her position

one of her feet close to him. He plants a few kisses

on her foot as he says "thank you ma'am." Then rests

his head again. She senses a tone in his voice and

moves her foot to tap him on the head as she notes

out loud "well, that didn't sound very sincere. Is

there a problem?" Again he draws a heavy breath and

pauses for a moment to resist the urge to complain or

tell her off. "No ma'am, I'm just tired. Thank you."

He replies, his head still resting on his arms.

Moments later he feels the end of a crop slipping

beneath his chin and pushing his head up. He tries to

hide his emotions from showing on his face as he sits

up in the kneeling position and looks across at her.

She studies his face for moment, then sets the crop

down next her. She leans back and announces, "OK,

that's it. We need to talk one-on-one. It's important

that we be perfectly clear on what's happening here,

so I'm going to explain it from my point of view. And

you're welcome to give your opinion."

"Now, I had been seeking a subjugated obedient little

maid to do my bidding for some time. What's more is I

also wanted a maid that would make anyone envious and

impressed with how well trained she was. I was

looking for a maidservant well before you answered my

ad. And then you contacted me saying that you were

looking to serve and you wanted to be trained and

about how you 'crave helplessness'. I considered and

accepted you not just on what you were looking for

but also on your look as well as what you are willing

to do, what you've done and what your limits are.

Since then, not only have I turned away others but I

also have time invested in you. So whether you like

it or not, you're it because I have no intention of

starting over. You're going to be held to some very

high standards once you're in-service, and you need

to be prepared for that. If you want me to start

holding you to them right away, I will. But I think

you know that if I did, you would be in so much

trouble so fast it would make your head spin."

"You had ample opportunity to ask questions when we

were discussing all this. You stated your limits and

they matched almost perfectly with mine so I didn't

ask you to change a thing. You came of your own free

will. And if now you have decided that this isn't

what you want, I would suggest concentrating 100

percent on your training. That way you can begin

serving and can start counting off those 180 days."

He had turned his gaze downward when she first

started to speak and it had dropped steadily since.

By the time she finished his chin rested against his

chest.

There was a long pause and then she asked, "Am I

wrong about any of this? Is there anything you'd like

to say?"

As he continued to stare at the floor he realized

that there was nothing he really could say. He

couldn't argue against the truth and he knew that it

wouldn't do any good to complain about the situation.

That would probably only get him in deeper and she

would probably love that.

A few moments passed when suddenly she barked "Well?"

He jumped, startled at the break in silence then

replied a meek "no ma'am", after which she directed

him to her feet so that he could thank her properly.

As he did this she leaned back on the couch her hands

behind her head and began to think out loud. "Maybe I

should give you a taste of what will be expected of

you. That could be fun watching you struggle to

perform. Totally unprepared and racking up the

corrective discipline." Hearing this he became more

attentive of her feet and she took note of this with

a smile. "Who knows, I just may try that tomorrow".

A short while later, she motioned for him to sit up

and he did, at her feet and resting his back against

the couch. She then reached out and brushed the hair

from his face. As she did this she explained to him

that this doesn't need to be confrontational and to a

certain degree it is really up to him how difficult

or how easy it ends up being. He nods his head

indicating that he understands, suppressing the urge

to ask her then why she is making it so hard. A half-

hour passes until she announces that it's about time

to get ready for bed. She has him present his wrists

and ankles and she removes the cuffs as well as his

collar then tells him to hit the shower.

Again, he studies himself in the mirror as he removes

his wig and uniform then washes his face. Shaking his

head he almost can't believe he's here. It now seems

so surreal. Removing his uniform then stepping into

the shower he lingers under the hot water letting it

wash away some of his body aches. Moments later he

hears the door opened and she enters. Without looking

in on him, she announces that she's going to leave

something on the counter for him to wear and that she

would take care of his uniform for him, which she

grabs before she leaves. He washes himself well then

lingers under the hot water until he becomes

concerned that he may be taking too long. Exiting the

shower to towel off, he sees that she has left his

collar on the counter along with an open padlock.

When finished drying himself, he folds the towel

carefully and returns it to the rack.

Meanwhile, she takes note that the water has been

turned off. She waits for about five minutes then

enters the bathroom, one hand behind her back holding

a short leash and a pair of handcuffs. He had dried

himself already and had just finished placing the

collar on his neck.

"All cleaned up?" She says with a smile.

He nods and replies a simple "yes ma'am."

She tells him to rest his hands behind his back and

turn away from her and he complies. She deftly slips

the cuffs on his wrists and ratchets them in place.

Placing one hand on his shoulder she turns him toward

her as she speaks to him.

"Sorry about the cuffs, but with all that's happened

today I figure better safe than sorry." Reaching up,

she clips the leash to his collar and leads him out

of the bathroom. "Besides, I'm having a bit of

difficulty getting a read on you and the last thing I

want is any trouble tonight."

Leading him into her bedroom he sees that there's a

blanket and the pillow laid out on the floor at the

foot of the bed. She guides him to the floor then

secures the leash to the footrest of the bed with a

padlock, leaving about two feet of chain.

"So you're going to be sleeping in here tonight." She

then removes the handcuffs. She drapes a blanket over

him and adds "maybe tomorrow you can put me at ease

by your behavior." With that she hops in the bed and

turns off lights, leaving him on the floor.

He sleeps in fits and starts, drifting in and out of

sleep. When he hears the alarm ring in the morning he

sits up only to be stopped abruptly by the collar

around his neck. It takes a moment to remember where

he is, as if waking from a dream. He hears her stir

as she turns off the alarm, then silence. A few

minutes pass and his fingers nervously trace the

collar and padlock around his neck. He thinks he

hears her slip off the side of the bed but he can't

be sure. Staring up at the ceiling he sees her head

pop out above the footboard and quickly he removes

his hand from the collar, almost as if guilty of

something. She sees his reaction and smirks a bit.

Reaching over the end of the bed, key in hand, she

unlocks the padlock securing the collar and tells him

to stand. She then slips off the bed and walks to the

closet as he stands up. She emerges from the closet

holding an enema bag, which she hands off to him.

"I want you to go clean yourself out, call out to me

when you're done" she tells him and she slips back

into bed.

He stands there a few moments feeling slightly

awkward and still shaking off the sleep he had just

awoke from. His confusion is broke by the sound of

her clearing her throat and he recognizes that he

should get moving.

In the bathroom he cleans himself out twice, then

after making sure that he's completely clean, he

steps into the shower to quickly wash himself. While

in the shower she slips in and sets his collar,

wrists and ankle cuffs on the counter, then leaves

without saying a word. He hadn't heard her slip in

and so is surprised to see them on the counter.

Drying himself off, he hears her call to him telling

him not to close the padlocks on the cuffs just yet.

He's in the middle of putting the collar on when she

steps into the bathroom. He jumps, startled for a

moment, and then continues trying to suppress his

concern when he sees what is in her hand. She sets a

large butt plug with a wide base on the bathroom

counter, and turns to face him.

"Once you've got that in, I want you to connect the

locks for your wrist cuffs to the D-rings on the

collar before you close them, then get down on your

knees facing away from the bathroom door. When you're

done call out to me."

With that, she exited as quickly as she had come in.

It took him a while but he eventually managed to get

the plug to slip past its widest point. He felt

uncomfortably full as he got down on his knees and

struggled with the padlock's connecting his wrists to

his collar.

And that's just how he was when she reentered. She

couldn't help but smile at the prone figure on the

floor, plug and ass in the air. Unfolding the special

harness, she then knelt down behind him. The harness

appeared deceptively similar to a pair of latex

underwear with a pouch inside and in front. She held

the pouch open and slid it up onto his sex, guiding

it into the pouch. Pulling a drawstring, it closes

tight behind his balls. Pulling the harness up around

to the small of his back, she pulls another

drawstring and he can feel the pouch drawn back and

between his legs, up tight against his body. Finally

she grabs a strap from the front of the harness and

guides it through a loop in the back, bringing it

around to the front where it's buckled tight and

locked around his waist. As she draws it tight he can

feel the plug pushed further inside of him, and

reacts with a slight moan. Ordering him to his feet,

she unlocks the cuffs at his collar. Once off the

collar she closes the locks on the cuffs again.

"Start on your makeup, I'll be back with your

clothes."

He found it a little more difficult to concentrate on

his makeup because of the pressure from the plug. On

top of that, his eyes kept drifting down to his

crotch; amazed at how well the harness hid his sex.

As he worked on his face, she stepped in with his

clothes and a wig. Setting them down she instructed

him to meet her in the living room once he was

dressed.

He looked over at the black and white maids outfit

and replied a simple "yes ma'am."

Once finished with his makeup and hair he began to

get dressed, but quickly noticed that she left no

stockings or shoes. Once he had everything on, he was

unsure of what to do next. He wondered if he should

call out to her and wait to see if she would bring

them, or just meet her where she said. He finally

chose to go out there as he was. It was odd how he

actually felt undressed stepping out into the living

room, then standing at attention as he announced "I'm

finished ma'am, but there were no shoes left for me."

She looked over at him with a slight smile. "That's

because I left none.

Come over here then turn around and kneel, facing

away from me."

She removed his ankle cuffs then told him to place

his arms at his sides. As he knelt there she slid

another pair of leather cuffs around his arms

directly above the elbows and padlocked them in place

connected by about 18 inches of fine chain. He

remembered these from when she had him in the hood

and posture collar and his stomach did a somersault.

She then ordered him down onto his hands and knees.

Lifting the maids outfit she undid the knot in the

corset laces, then straddling him she pulled the

laces tight. He reacted with a slight moan as the

corset tightened. She then placed a knee in the small

of his back and gave the laces a final tug, before

tying them off. As she pulled his uniform back down

she let him know that he should have left no more

than a 1-inch gap and that he should be more careful

in the future.

She sat down and told him to turn around and kneel

facing her. She then placed a new pair of stockings

in front of him.

"Now then, I thought that I detected a little bit of

attitude from you yesterday. This, after I went

through all the trouble of helping you walk in the

heels better. It seems to me that you felt you didn't

need to or didn't want to improve. Now I could be

wrong about what I saw, but I doubt it. Besides this

will be a good learning experience."

She then set a pair of his ankle strap pumps with

five and a half-inch heels as well as a tin of shoe

polish in front of them. "I know that you're used to

fishnets, but I want you to wear these. I expect you

to be extremely careful with them because if you

snag, run or damage them in any way you will pay

dearly. I'll probably inspect them, at least at the

end of the day, but you may want to let me know of

anything that happens to them as soon as it happens.

The shoes I want you to buff and polish before you

put them on. Once on, the only marks I expect to see

on them would be on the bottom face. That means no

scuffmarks from bumping into the furniture or each

other. Again, with this I would suggest you be very

careful as well as let me know if you have any

problems."

With that, she stood and placed her hands on her hips

"This should give you a small example of the

standards you may be held to once in-service, at

least as far as your uniform goes. Now hurry and

let's get those on so that you can start breakfast."

Grabbing the shoes and the shoe polish he buffed the

heels until they shined, then when he thought he was

done with them, he went over them a second time

realizing that he could be blamed for scuff marks

already on them. He carefully slid the stockings over

his feet, being careful not to snag them. He was

focused on not allowing his toenails or the calluses

of his feet to catch the delicate fabric. Perhaps a

bit too worried as he caught one stocking on one of

his fingernails. He panicked a bit and made it worse

by pulling, then caught himself. Moving in the

opposite direction he carefully unhooked his nail.

Inspecting the fabric he was thankful to see that he

hadn't started a run, but there was a small snag. It

was just a slight bunching of material, noticeable

but barely. He finished unrolling it up his leg then

started on the other one as he debated whether or not

to tell her about the small snag. Would she even

notice? As he slipped the shoes on and buckled them

into place he thought that the way things have been

going, he had better tell her about the snag.

Standing on the heels, their height hit home -- five

and a half-inch heels and with no platform. These

were the highest he could handle walking in yet alone

being careful with. Looking to where he had last seen

her he walked over to her bedroom door, but was

startled by her exiting before he got there. She

stopped to size him up nodding her approval.

After a moment's pause, he cleared his throat and

began, "ma'am, I'm afraid I put a small snag in one

of the stockings while putting them on."

She instructed him to show her, and she took note of

it. She then told him that he didn't have to write it

in his notebook. Instead they would just add them all

up when the time comes. She even thanked him for

telling her and he let out a sigh of relief. Relief

that was short-lived however when she informed him

that just for reference, a snag like that would cost

him about 10 strokes or maybe 10 clothespins for 10

minutes. That was much better than the 25 he could've

received for not telling her. 10 strokes? He thought

to himself. It could barely be seen! What if he had

actually put a run in them?

She took note of the look of bewilderment on his face

and would have smiled, but she didn't want him to

see. Instead, she kept a straight face.

"We can re-educate you about that later and

throughout the day -- which reminds me, in the

bedroom there's a rope hanging from a pulley. It's

directly above an eyebolt in the floor. I need you to

attach a spreader bar to the floor. And while you're

at it, grab all three strings of clamps from the

closet and lay them on the dresser in that corner.

You can take care of that after you start breakfast."

She shooed him back into the kitchen as she headed

for the couch. Before he could ask she called out "3

eggs, over easy, hash browns and an English muffin

with butter and jam. Orange juice with the meal and

coffee now." On hearing that he looked out into

living room and saw that she already had a coffee

cup. He minced out into living room to retrieve it.

On his way back to fill it he heard her call out "no

need for the tray, but I do want that filled to

within quarter inch from the top."

He managed to fill the cup and return it to its

coaster without incident then started cooking

breakfast. As it cooks he walks to her bedroom and he

rolls what she said over in his mind. Stepping into

the closet he says to himself "spreader bar and three

strings". Grabbing the spreader bar he looks for

three strings of wood clothespins, then it hits him.

Looking up he sees only one row of regular

clothespins and he remembers the other two. One is a

string of strong but smooth clamped clips, but the

third was alligator clips -- serrated teeth and all.

He began to shake and had to calm himself for a

moment. Swallowing hard, he carried the spreader bar

and the clips out into the room. He quickly attached

the spreader bar and laid the clips out on the

dresser, then rushed back to the kitchen to finish

breakfast. His feet were already starting to ache by

the time he announced to her that breakfast was

served. And while he wasn't sure, he thinks he may

have scuffed his shoes several times already.

He turned to begin cleaning up as she started to eat,

but she stopped him.

Offering him a seat if he wished as they had

something to discuss. She began by reminding him that

today was Sunday and that she knew he had to work on

Monday. She also reminded him that this upcoming

weekend was the weekend of the ninth and while she

knew he didn't have to work on Friday, she also

wanted him to turn in a request for the following

Monday off. This would give them another four-day

weekend she said with a smile. She then had him

confirm to her that he lived alone during the week,

usually having his son on the weekends.

She explained that normally she would just have him

return here Thursday night, however with the problems

they've had so far she thinks it best that she drive

him to work on Monday as well as pick him up. Unless

he can show it to be a problem, she will continue to

drop him off and pick him up all week. His heart felt

heavy in his chest and he began what he thought was

going to be a protest. He started with the words "but

ma'am...." but was cut off by her.

"Now before you start bitching, let me remind you

that you yourself said your son wasn't with you during

the week. Remember, you have to be completely honest with me

about the time you're available to serve and that a

lie by omission is still a lie. And of course being

dishonest is one of three things that you're quite

aware I simply will not tolerate. If I catch you in a

lie, I will make your life miserable and that's a

promise. Keeping that in mind, is there still

something you want to say?"

He knew there was no reason why he couldn't serve

through next weekend, but he still didn't think it

was fair and was becoming upset. Then suddenly it hit

him why it wasn't fair and he spoke up.

"But you said I only had to serve 40 hours a month,

I've already been here more than 40."

On hearing this she stopped eating and pointed at him

with her fork.

"No, no no, let me remind you the agreement was you

must serve a minimum of 40 hours. There's nothing

written about a maximum, as long as it doesn't

interfere with your job or family."

His head spun as he thought to himself, "did it

really say that?"

The more he thought about it, the more he thought

that she was right. All he could do was sit there

shaking his head. She finished her breakfast and

pushed her plate away from her. Standing up as she

looked over at him, she decided to snap him out of

it. Bending over and placing both hands of the table,

she speaks directly to him.

"Listen up, you are the one who decided to be a

problem child. Before we started this I gave you

three rules that were absolutes, and you broke two of

them in the first weekend. One of them twice! Now

then, if you're just going to sit there shaking your

head, you might as well be ball gagged, hogtied and

stuffed in the back of a closet. You have made a very

poor first impression, and it would be in your best

interest to do everything you can to correct that.

Now grab yourself something to eat and get started on

the breakfast dishes and cleanup."

He found himself torn with emotions. On one hand he

honestly thought he was going to cry, and yet when

she began speaking so forcefully to him, he felt his

restricted sex stir in its confines as he did the

dishes and cleanup. She meanwhile kept a close eye on

him from the living room, watching for when he would

be finished. And as soon as he was she approached

him, leash in hand.

Looking at him, she announced, "now then, little

girl, because of the attitude you gave me about that

little training exercise we did, I told you that I

was going to give you a taste of being held to a high

standard. So, let's have a look."

Clipping the leash to his collar she turned and led

him to her home office and sat him next to her

computer. Stepping behind him, she attached his wrist

cuffs to a pair of clips mounted beneath it. She got

on one knee and began to examine his shoes. Then she

began to count off "1, 2, " she trailed off and he

thinks he hears her say 5 total, and she stands and

confirms this. "5 scuffs in a mere two hours, but I'm

not done. There is another 2 for water spots, one for

each shoe, apparently from you dripping on your

shoes. So that's 7. Also, you'll find that crooked

seams are a major pet peeve of mine so that's another

10, 5 for each for your seams. So that's 17 total.

Normally that would be 10 points each, or 170 total

but I'm afraid you didn't tell me about any of these

or catch them yourself, so I'm afraid that's doubled

for 340."

His heart sank as she added the totals and he

squirmed in the chair. "Plus another 24 for what we

didn't finish when I had you spread eagle on the

bed." She then leaned over and grabbed his notebook

from his apron. "There's more than 100 here, but

we'll round it off to an even 450 total." She turned

the spreadsheet on the screen for him to see. "Now, I

see that look in your eye and yes I'm afraid that

each of these equals a single stroke with a cane. But

that could be boring so don't fret dear. That could

also be 2 strokes with a strap for each point, or 20

clamps for 20 minutes could equal 20 points.

Regardless, you will have plenty of time to catch up.

And just so you know, you can always volunteer to

work some of them off."

His stomach was doing back flips and he was starting

to shake. He wanted to say something in his defense,

or to just tell her he didn't want to do this

anymore. But he knew it would do more harm than good.

His bottom lip began to quiver and the more he tried

to stop it, the worse it got. She could tell what his

state of mind was, and when she saw his lip quivering

she chose to pause for a few minutes to let it sink

in. Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her legs

then rested her elbow on the desk, her chin in her

hand and stared at him until he looked up at her. She

waited a long pause then began again.

"You see, this is all about taking responsibility for

your actions, which you seem to have difficulty with.

But that's O.K. because I have some news that will

help you along. You see, I'm basically self-employed,

which means that I pretty much set my own hours. What

I'm going to do for you is change my work and sleep

schedule around for at least the next month. That way

you can report here late Monday night and serve me

during the week, right up until you have to leave for

work on Friday. You will still need to keep me

informed of any weekend you may be available, of

course, but this schedule will give us about 35 hours

a week to work with, so I feel this will help you adjust.

We still have some time until you need to start lunch,

and I can see you are still having problems with

this. I'm sure these 450 demerits are hanging heavy

on your mind too, so lets take this opportunity to

help you along a bit."

She stood up and walked behind him. He swallowed hard

to try to keep his stomach down and closed his eyes

to brace himself for what may come. He shifted

uncomfortably in the chair, the plug he wore making

it's presence more and more known the longer he sat.

He felt her disconnect the wrist cuffs from the

chair, but then felt them attached to one another.

She ordered him out of the chair with a stern "UP!"

and he struggled to his feet.

No sooner had he stood, than they were off and on

their way with her leading him to her bedroom by the

leash. Once inside she made a beeline for the

spreader bar on the floor. Allowing his leash to hang

loose as she bent down and secured his ankles.

Reaching up to unclip the leash, she then stepped

around behind him. He felt the leash clipped to his

wrist cuffs then felt a slight tug downward on them

as she wrapped the other end around the middle of the

spreader bar. Stepping to the closet, she returned

with a long leather strap. One end of this she slid

beneath one arm, looped it around his back, then back

out front beneath the other arm. The whole time he

was becoming increasingly worried. She took the two

ends of the strap and clipped them to the rope

hanging from a pulley on the ceiling. Stepping over

to the wall she pulled the opposite end tight and he

found himself bound tight, standing with his arms

pulled downward behind him. She picked up some type

of harness off the dresser, and then paused to admire

her handiwork before stepping around behind him. He

saw the harness approach his face from over his head

and recognized it as a pony bit gag. The low moans he

had been unable to control turned to a whine and he

bounced in place on the heels in frustration.

"Open up!" she commanded.

He couldn't help but say "please" and as he did, the

bit slipped into place.

"Please what? Please change your attitude? Please

help me accept my position? Why of course dear," she

taunted as she tightened the chin and head straps.

Stepping over to the dresser, she twisted the full-

length mirror towards him so he could see himself

clearly, then picking up the wooden string of clips;

she casually strolled up to him.

Draping the clips over his shoulder she ponders aloud

about how many to use.

Pulling the top of his maid's outfit down, she tucks

it into the top of his corset. Grabbing several of

the wooden clips she begins to apply them across his

chest, starting with one on each nipple, then fanning

out from there until there is 7 on each breast. He

hisses when the first one is applied, and by the last

he is moaning as he clenches the bit in his teeth.

She runs her hand down the length of them, pushing

them down and he writhes in place. Then, almost

matter-of-factly, she folds them up against his body

and pulls the top of the maid's outfit over them. His

eyes go wide and he yelps into the gag. She responds

with a smile. He starts to beg through the gag and

she shushes him, saying that it's much too early for

that. Grabbing another handful of clips, she drops to

one knee and lifts his skirt and petticoat.

She sees that his legs are trembling and remarks

"Gee, I hope you're gonna be okay, after all you're

gonna be here for a while!" and she lets out a low

chuckle. "You know what? I forgot about your little

harness you have on. Well, I can't put these on your

balls, guess I'll have to put them on the inside of

your thighs" she says, shrugging her shoulders.

At this point he begins to plead into the gag again. A

muffled "please, no" escaped from behind the bit.

Pinching the flesh on the inside of his thighs she

attaches one pin then another, ignoring his pleas.

She comes out from underneath the skirt and looks up

at him. For a moment he thought she was done, then he

sees her grabbing another handful of clips. He began

shaking his head and saying "no, no!"

She clucks gently at him and says, "You know, it's OK

to cry if you want. No one will think any less if

you."

Again she disappears beneath the petticoat. As more

flesh falls victim to the clips, he pulls more and

more on the bonds. Finally she stands, satisfied with

her work. His breathing has become rapid and he's

biting hard on the bit.

Stepping back to admire her work she remarks "oh my,

don't you look cute!

I'll be back, so don't you go anywhere." She says

with a laugh and turns to leave. This time he screams

into the gag and she remarks over her shoulder, "It's

OK, you can scream. The room is soundproof enough and

neighbors are far enough away that you shouldn't

disturb anybody." Then he hears the door click shut

behind her.

The fire from the clips slowly changes to a dull

aching pain. He finds it hard to assemble a clear

thought other than he can't believe she left him

here, like this. After an eternity he hears her enter

again. She walks in a wide slow circle around him.

Grabbing a chair from the corner she sets it down

about 10 feet in front of him. Then she sits down in

front of him and crosses her legs, watching him with

what seems to be cold indifference. He closes his

eyes from the pain only to hear her bark, "Look at

me!" And he opens his eyes again in time to see her

slide her hand between her legs.

Her eyes half close and her head tips back as she

asks him "so would you like me to take those clips

off?"

He nods his head feverishly. She just smiles and

says, "Aren't you going to say please?"

Clenching his teeth on the bit he moans "please".

She rises up out of the chair and walks to the wall

where the ceiling rope is tied off. Undoing the rope,

she sees him relax a bit. That is until he feels the

leather straps dig under his arms and realizes that

she's pulling the rope tighter. She ties the rope off

and slowly walks towards him. He looks at her as she

approaches and it's all he can do to shake his head.

Standing directly in front of him she lowers the top

of his maid uniform and he squirms in pain just from

them falling straight again.

Grabbing the ends of a pin between her fingers she

opens it just enough for the blood to return, then

lets its snap back into place. He squeals into the

gag, twisting on the leather strap. She does this

again and again as he writhes in his bonds, growling

with the bit clenched in his teeth. When she pauses

and takes a step back, it takes a while for him to

regain at least partial composure. He's winded and

struggles to catch his breath. When she feels that

he's recovered sufficiently she orders him in a

sharp, stern voice to look at her. Their eyes meet

and she sees the desperation in his as well as he

sees the determination in hers. She steps towards

him, speaking in a calm even tone.

"So you'd like me to take those off? Oh, I know they

hurt, but don't you think you deserve them?" He can

only answer by shaking his head as he is still trying

to catch his breath and his thoughts are consumed by

the throbbing pain in his shoulders, chest, thighs as

well as his feet from being perched on the heels.

She continues, "You really don't think you deserve

them? As I see it, I'm taking its easy on you. After

all, I accept you for a position that many would be

thankful for. A position you asked for. Then you

totally disrespect me by trying to leave." She grabs

his chin to make her point. "Am I right? Well?" He

nods in the affirmative and she pushes his face

sideways while growling, "you bet your ass I'm right,

goddammit!! And you know what? I took it way too easy

on you for that. Then I help you to improve by

showing you to correct way to walk, and you develop

an attitude as if you don't need the help. Either

that or you just didn't want to do it, but I can't

think of which is worse."

She lifts his petticoat with one hand. "By all

rights, I should be twice as hard as I'm being on

you. If you think making this difficult for me is

going to improve your situation or make me give up,

you are mistaken. Even if I entertained the thought

of giving up before, now it's personal. A matter of

pride."

She then grabs the side of his bit harness with one

hand and says that she wants him to beg. He looks at

her confused for but a second when she runs the other

hand down the inside of his thigh stripping the clips

off one after the other in quick order. His whole

body goes tense as he cries out. Now he is pulling

violently at his bonds and openly begging through the

gag.

"Please what?" She asks.

"Please, stop." He mumbles through the gag.

She places her hand on his other thigh and says,

"That's not what I want to hear." Then runs her hand

down his thigh, stripping the clips away again.

He screams, twisting his body in place and when he

recovers enough, asks through clenched teeth "what do

you want then?"

She waits and allows him to catch his breath. Then

steps back and begins to pace around him in a slow

circle. "I'll tell you what I ultimately want. I want

you to appreciate all that I've done and all I am

going to do for you. For now, I want to hear you beg

for your training. Tell me how much you want it. I

want you to tell me that you've seen the error of

your ways and that you'll do anything to make it up

to me." She continues her slow circle watching as his

chest heaves and his legs tremble.

He struggles to think straight, but as the fire from

his thighs fades and he catches his breath he's just

more aware of the throbbing in his chest and the pain

from his sore feet and tired legs. Pulling a deep

breath he tries to speak through the gag.

"Please, I'm sorry, I'll do anything just please,

stop."

She continues her walk, waiting to hear more and

carefully listening to the tone of his voice.

"Please... whatever you want," he pleads through

clenched teeth.

She steps up behind him and reaches one arm around

his waist and pulls herself up to his ear. "Tsk tsk,

not only did that not sound the least bit sincere,

but it didn't quite cover what I wanted. And that

really is too bad."

She slips away from him and walks back to the

dresser. Checking the full-length mirror there to

make sure it faces him directly, then picks up the

string full of alligator clips. Swinging them

casually in her hand as she approaches him. His eyes

once again closed from the pain, he opens them in

time to see her walking towards him as well as the

high heeled French maid in the mirror, bound and

spread and obviously in distress. It is a bit surreal

for him and he doesn't immediately see the clips in

her hand. Then he does and he starts to bounce in

place, like a child throwing a tantrum.

He squeals into the gag. "Noooo... please don't,

pleaseeeeee... anything..." shaking his head side to

side. "I can't... you... nooooo... don't do this..."

He is brought around by a hard slap to the face.

"Listen up!" she commands. "You need to be quiet for

a minute to hear this. You should consider yourself

lucky, as you deserve much worse. Now these are going

to leave marks, but they won't be permanent so I

don't see how they violate any limits of yours." He

trembles there before her, wide eyed and starts to

shake his head side to side, which she ends with

another slap to the face.

Grabbing several of the clips as she says, "Now, you

are going to stand here and look at yourself in the

mirror and think about your situation, how you got

here, any mistakes you've made and what you're going

to do to improve." He tenses up as she lifts his

skirt and continues.

"Feel free to make all the noise you want. Beg me to

stop if you want, but to tell the truth, I know you

deserve worse and that just may encourage me" and

with that she began placing the clips on the inside

of his thighs, 4 on each.

He squealed and shook and tried to stay coherent, but

felt he was going insane.

The pain was unimaginable and he began to sob as she

stood back up.

She looked at him with a wry smile and told him,

"Don't worry, you'll make it. Just concentrate on

yourself in the mirror. By the way, don't let me see

you looking away or closing your eyes." She tucked

the clips on his chest back and pulled the top of his

uniform back over them and he let out a gasp. Then

she turned and walked towards the bedroom door,

speaking over her shoulder as she did. "Now don't let

me see you closing your eyes or looking away if and

when I peek in on you because if you do, I have some

shopping to do and I'll just toss my coat on and all

you'll hear is the front door closing behind me."

Looking back at him before she exits she says, "It's

O.K. to cry if you need to, nothing to be ashamed

about..."

Looking at the figure in the mirror across from him

seemed almost surreal, as if it wasn't him. Yet when

he saw her shake and begin to convulse with sobs from

the pain, there was no doubt it was him...

By azsub1@yahoo.com

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