29 December 2009

Poor Percy -t

I face the mirror and study my reflection. Without vanity, I must admit to
being very beautiful. My three ladies (I call them ladies in Waiting) are close
to being in the same category as myself, but not having the advantages of
wealth as I have, are not quite at my level. They are around me – Cynthia, my
beautiful English rose, pale blonde, creamy complexion, is brushing my hair
gently, just the way I like it. Tracy, the striking raven-haired beauty with the
swarthy skin of her gypsy ancestors and the whitest of teeth is sitting on the
bench beside me, doing very fine fingernail maintenance. Alice, she of the
titian hair and lazy hazel eyes sitting at my other side, just yawning – but I
see her comparing our reflections through her half closed eyelids, no doubt
wishing our positions were reversed and that she was the Queen of this
particular court. I smile to myself, enjoying the fact that she isn't

Most people would consider these three ladies as maids – but only because of the
aprons they wear. Psychologically, they are no more maids than I am. All three
were hand picked by me over the period of almost a year and I am almost
beginning to believe that they are ready to be turned loose for my further
entertainment. The working maids that support the house do not like them, but I
don't care about the opinions of the lower classes one way or another. I dress
these companions of mine in sumptuous clothes – but make sure they remember
their true status by making them wear the traditional aprons. I only make them
wear the lace caps when I'm feeling particularly bloody minded.

After dinner each night, the ordinary girl servants are sent off to their own
quarters on the estate and forbidden to come near the main house on pain of
instant dismissal. My pretties and I then amuse ourselves. Sometimes we play
cards, sometimes board games – but always there are sexual undertones, whatever
we play. We all enjoy feminine company very much, if you know what I mean. At
other times we just sit and talk about various subjects. Naturally, some of
these discussions involve Percy, my husband. At these times, our primary area of
commonality seems to come to the fore. Tonight, they are sensing that I am
going to unleash them soon and the predatory shine to their eyes matches my own.

I've said that these ladies were all hand picked. The criteria I use is very
simple. They have to be slim, very attractive, taller than five foot nine
inches – and carry an unshakable dislike of the male sex. A deep desire to
humble and humiliate all men.

This predatory and domineering nature is of course not visible to the naked
eye. I survey the pretty, feminine, picture we make in the mirror – the flash
of satins, the susurrus of taffeta, the whisper of lace on silk. The vibrant
colors of the satins, tempered by the muted understatements of the silks. I can
smell the air, redolent, with enticing traces of our perfumes. See the
highlights of our individual hairstyles gleaming in the bright lights of my
dressing table. I start to inhale contentedly, but feel an itch that calls to be
scratched growing by the minute. Stretch my arms out and yawn.
"Feel like a stroll ladies?" I ask lazily, watching to see their reactions from
half closed eyes.
And my three attack cats all react. Just in little ways mind you. A half smile,
a tightening about the eyes, an eyebrow raised no more than a quarter of an
inch, but my sleek beasties know that something is on my mind. This is an
activity we only do rarely.

"We might just run across my husband if we do so." I drawled. "I'm afraid I've
been neglecting him for a long time now." I sniffed regally. "I really must
find something for the poor dear to do with himself. He seems so listless these
days."

Tracy flashed her eyes at me and I knew she was going to find a way to be
impertinent – but I like that streak of wildness in her. Wondered idly, what
she'd do to Percy – if I ever turned her loose!
"If Madame would not be offended?" she purred.
"You could never offend me, silly girl. What are you thinking?"
"You could perhaps allow him to leave the house? So much time indoors? Maybe a
turn in the garden now and then would revive his disposition? N'est pas?"

I pretend to reflect on this. "Yes my dear. You may have a point. But as I
have pointed out to the dear man on a number of occasions, his pale skin suffers
terribly from any contact with the sun – and I'd hate to see his beautiful
complexion be subjected to such danger."
Cynthia stops brushing my hair for a moment. Smiles wickedly. "Yes. His
complexion is one that any girl would envy. So pale and smooth. Peaches and
cream. Lovely."
"But there is always the evening to be considered Madame. The fresh air then
might help without the danger from the sun?" Tracy persisted.
"But his delicate physical condition could be possibly damaged by the night
air." I replied. "And you all may laugh at my old fashioned ideas – but I don't
think that the night air is good for him."

Cynthia commenced brushing my hair again. "I would never laugh at your way of
loving your husband ma'am.. Looking after him, protecting him from all sorts of
harm. Making this beautiful feminine environment and cocooning him inside it.
Not allowing the crass masculine attributes of the outside world to impact on
him. I truly hope that he appreciates all that you do for him?"

I straightened up in my chair. Decided to let the leashes out a little. "You
know, Cynthia? I am not sure that he does!"

A theatrical gasp comes from all three girls. "No Madame! Surely not! How
could anyone not be appreciative for the care and love you lavish on him?" Alice
was reacting beautifully, a hand carefully placed on her heaving breasts. "Only
a male beast could fail . . Oh, I am speechless with indignation!" she said –
but laughed to show that it was all in jest.
"You are a Saint, Madame! To be shown such ingratitude and not wish to punish
the offender!" Tracy added, reading my mind perfectly. I sighed, inwardly
delighted at the turn the conversation was taking. Decided to add a little more
fuel to the fire.
"Oh? Sometimes I DO think that some punishment is merited. But I am so opposed
to any form of corporal punishment that I cannot conceive of chastising my poor
dear husband." I paused. "Maybe one of you ladies could dream up something
appropriate?" I added softly.

"Perhaps he could be forced to throw himself at your feet and beg forgiveness?"
Alice said thoughtfully after a moment. "That way he would be showing that he
realizes that, though you are the strength in this house, that you also have the
delicate sensibilities of the female of the species, and that he should
appreciate all of your kindnesses towards him?"

I toyed with the idea. "A nice proposal Alice. It surely has some attraction
for me, but? Men being men, you know? It would be very difficult to force him
to his knees. Might damage the male psyche, poor thing."
Cynthia took a slow stroke through my hair. "Mistress? Perhaps he could be made
to feel that he should do such a thing voluntarily, so to speak?"

This was getting interesting. I caught her reflected eye in the mirror. "Yes?
Go on dear. You think he would prostrate himself voluntarily?" I asked.
"Well, perhaps not as things stand. But with a little guidance?"
"Guidance my dear? Who do you see providing such guidance?"
"Of course, you would be the most qualified Madame. But it might seem somewhat
demeaning for you to point out how he should behave towards you. Perhaps
myself, Alice and Tracy could let him . . let him. . " she paused, searching for
words.
"Realize the error of his ways?" I coached.
"Wonderful Madame! A perfect way of describing it."

"And how do you see this being done?" I asked smoothly.
"Why mistress, I don't know for sure. But perhaps he could be trained to serve
you as we do?"
"You mean, be a Man in Waiting, so to speak?"
She laughed her soft, seductive, laugh that I always find so attractive. "Oh no
ma'am. I was thinking that as a man, he doesn't appreciate you. Perhaps if we
brought out his feminine side more. . . .?"
"Make my husband into a Lady in Waiting? Serve me, like one of you delightful
companions? As an idea Cynthia? It has merit. Decided merit!"

Cynthia speeded up her brush strokes, blushing at my praise. Alice looked up at
me. "But Madame? Would you wish to have a maid-in-training serve you?"
"Of course not!" I answered.
"Well? I was thinking? Perhaps he could learn to appreciate feminine virtues
more if he served myself, Tracy, and Cynthia? Was trained by us? I'm sure that
he would be much more appreciative of your kindness and generosity after we had
finished with him?"

I pretended concern. "But? You ladies are so proper. So demanding! My poor
husband would perhaps take a week, maybe more to train!"
"I would think it would take longer Madame. Of course, you would be the final
judge of that, but I feel – and I'm sure that Alice and Tracy would agree with
me - that we would want him to be the perfect servant for you. After all, you
deserve the very best!"
I reached up behind me and took a gentle hold of Cynthia's wrist. "How wonderful
it is to have such considerate ladies in my employ. Thank you dear. That's a
lovely suggestion. How long would you estimate the training would take – if I
were to allow it of course?"

She shrugged. "Three months? What do you girls think?" she asked, addressing
the other two.
"About that amount of time. Yes, at least." Alice answered.
"Don't be mad at me Cynthia dear," Tracy said. "But we are probably not the best
trainers in the house."
Cynthia bristled. "I can't think of anyone better!"

Tracy put her nail file down, and reached an arm across my back then around.
Caressed my breast as only she can. Put her other hand on my thigh and stroked
it.
"You are very forward – you hussy!" I said softly, enjoying her ministrations,
leaning back for a kiss. After the few seconds it took, Tracy lifted her mouth
from mine and addressed Cynthia.
"But Cynthia? Think on this. If you want to train someone in anything? Do you
start that person at the very top?" Tracy whispered this, all the time
continuing to pleasure me with her hands.
"Of course not!" Cynthia replied sharply.
"Well then? Why not start him at the entry level position? Have one of the
other maids train him." Tracy said slyly.
"Oh, you devil!" I giggled, suddenly seeing the possibilities. "That is
something I would very much like to watch. My husband under the supervision of a
junior maid? Oh, I couldn't!" But I smiled broadly to show that I could
retract this negative reaction of mine quite easily.

Alice spoke up. "I would love to watch that as well. May I suggest that Madame
have surveillance cameras installed all through the house and in the maid's
quarters? That way we . . "
"We could ALL get to watch!" I enthused. "What a wonderful idea! You girls
are SUCH gems! I think I'll give you all a tiny reward tonight. Cynthia? You
came up with the original idea – but I'm afraid that Tracy topped it. Then
Alice's suggestion just put the topper on that. I'm hard pressed to say who's
input was most valuable – but bear with me, I'll figure out something that
will please all of you."

Being rich, I am also quite frugal. My girls know this, but they are also aware
that any rewards I give are usually enjoyable – even if monetarily worthless.
They all smiled at each other as I spoke. Tracy actually curtseyed!

A few minutes later, we were all walking along, chatting amicably – on the hunt
for my sweet little husband. The rustle of our clothes as we moved through the
house was very titillating to me – I knew the terror that the sound would impart
to him once he heard it – but he was going to be given good reason for his fear
on this particular evening, I thought. The gentle teasing was over. I was
going to start the game! I had been contemplating various ideas for some time
now, but the conversation I'd just had was providing the impetus for my slowly
forming plans.

We tracked him down in his study, poring over a stamp album. On my knock, he
called out for us to come in – his voice soft and weak.

I did feel a small pang of remorse about what I was going to do to the poor
dear. After all, my total wealth had come from him. He'd been fortunate enough
to hire me as legal and financial counsel after his father died and some nephews
and nieces contested the will. He'd been SO sweet – and careless with his money
- that I'd suggested that he give me power of attorney. That had been almost
three years ago. Now he belonged to me, body and soul.

He hadn't many friends, so was easy to isolate. Not caring for men, I'd
eliminated all male servants gradually. Then, as I declared him to be frail and
delicate, I basically took control his exits and entrances from the house – all
for his own good of course. Now he had spent the last three months without a
single chance to go outdoors, so had spent that time in close proximity to an
entirely female environment. As I often bedded one or more of my companions,
I'd had to move him from the master bedroom into one by himself.. I'd allowed
him to decorate it by himself – well actually with the three Ladies in Waiting
assisting him.

He'd blushed a great deal when I complimented his taste – the satin spread and
pillows in pink and white. The white furniture, the silk canopy over his bed in
pink – with a pale blue lace trim. The little dolls in formal evening wear
sitting on top of his bed. Everything was SO pretty! My girls told me that he'd
actually wanted something else, but they had 'convinced' him that I wouldn't
care for what he wanted. He'd also discovered during this process that none of
my ladies actually paid the slightest attention to any authority he might have
thought he possessed. Now, as he looked up at us as we swept into the room, I
could understand his trepidation.

I went over to him and gave him an effusive hug. "Darling! You're sitting all
by yourself again! And in your robe and pajamas! This early!" I then turned
to Cynthia." Cynthia? I'm so glad you commented on my husband's health. You
were absolutely correct!" Turned my attention back to him. "Cynthia had
mentioned that you seemed peaked. And? I think she's correct. Are you feeling
unwell, darling? Were you going to bed?"
"No Susan. I'm feeling fine. Just felt more comfortable this way. But thank
you for your concern." He turned to Cynthia. "You too, miss." he said.

"Miss?" I asked quickly. "This is Cynthia! That is a disgraceful attitude
Percy! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"But darling. She . . ."
I knew perfectly well, of course, that all of my three ladies had taught him to
address them as "Miss" as a mark of respect, but there was no sense in letting
him know that.
"I will NOT have you talking down to these young ladies!" I snapped. "Please
don't even try to apologize for your abominable snobbishness!"

The poor dear was almost in tears, but he was wise enough to be quiet. I'd only
spanked him once before but he was well aware that I would spank him again if he
argued with me. He opted for peace. "I'm sorry dear." he said meekly.
"That's better. But it's those ladies you should be apologizing to. Go and
kiss Cynthia, and beg her forgiveness. Then? Do the same to Tracy and Alice
please."

Faltering, he got up from his chair and approached Cynthia.. He was taken
totally by surprise when instead of waiting for him, she stepped forward quickly
and took him in her arms. He actually struggled for a second, but she was too
strong for him. When she finished with him, he never had a chance to apologize
as Tracy pulled him into her embrace. Then Alice took him over.
By the time they had finished with him, his mouth was red with their lipstick –
that almost matched his blushes.

"There! That's better. See how nice it is when you are friendly with people
Percy?" I asked.

Standing there, disheveled and cowed amongst the grinning females that
surrounded him, he managed a weak smile. "Yes Susan. I see what you mean."
"Very good Percy! Now, I want you to cement your friendship with these three
ladies by joining us for a game of Trivial Pursuit. My ladies really want a
game tonight, but I don't feel like playing. I'd rather watch. I've been
neglecting you and I'm sorry, so this will kill two birds with one stone. You'll
become closer to the girls and, at the same time, get some mental stimulation."
"Perhaps Madame would like to be the judge? Available to arbitrate arguments?
Hand out forfeits?" Alice asked.
"That sounds like an excellent idea. Yes. I'll be the judge. Come along Percy
don't keep us ladies waiting!" I beckoned to him, then turned and left the
room, everyone following me.

Telling them to make themselves comfortable once we got back to the bedroom, I
suggested that they play on the floor. I sat on a chair of course, overseeing
the players and the game. The girls all crowded around my poor little husband,
practically drowning him in a sea of femininity. I decided that it would be a
quicker game if they teamed up, so awarded Percy to Tracy as her partner
against the other two. She gave me a sly glance of thanks. She knew that this
was an indication of the reward I'd promised.

As they set up the board for play, I was aware of an analogy – a peahen
surrounded by bright flashy peacocks. There was the sex aspect to consider of
course – it was actually the other way around, but the thought amused me and
gave me some points to consider as I leisurely considered my plans of action –
both for the short and long terms.

My Ladies are all adept at most any games of skill or chance. I thought,
perhaps a little too late, of what fun they'd have had with Percy in a game of
strip poker, but stored that idea away for future use. The set up I had now was
ideal.

I had been distracted by my thoughts for a little while, but was brought back to
reality by an argument between Tracy and Alice. I pondered the question then
decided in Tracy's favor. Alice made a little facial expression of
disappointment, so I gave her ten demerits immediately. I saw Percy's puzzled
expression at this, as he obviously didn't know what the assignment of demerits
meant.

The game proceeded apace, with a great deal of giggling and verbal jousting
between the girls as the answers flew thick and fast. I could see Percy
gradually getting caught up in the excitement, then gave Tracy a signal. At
Percy's next correct answer, she let out a squeal. "Oh partner! You're
wonderful!" With that, she embraced him and gave him a long, lingering kiss. I
noticed her hand snaking up under his robe. His ineffectual resistance didn't
last very long and the other girls and I watched with amusement as he finally
laid in Tracy's arms, passive and compliant.
"All right you two girls!" I protested. "Fun's fun, but we have a game going on
here!"

With reluctance, Tracy slackened her embrace, but kept a proprietary arm around
his shoulder, kissing him now on a regular basis. The poor dears eyes began to
glaze, I'll swear. At first he was nonplussed by her attention, scared probably
of my reaction. After I ignored what she was doing to him though, he just
accepted her ministrations with all the signs of a meek enjoyment, gradually
sitting in her embrace, just as if he were a feminine possession of hers.

Then I gave Alice her reward – and Cynthia hers as well. It was a stroke of
genius. Alice had made an incorrect answer. I held my hand up. "Alice? That
was an easy question. You should have answered that. Ten more demerits!
That's twenty now. Cynthia? Will you give Alice her spanking please?"

Now Alice may be a domme when it comes to males, but she LOVES being spanked by
a woman – and Cynthia is equally enamored of applying her hands to a rounded
feminine backside. With a great deal of pretended protestation by Alice, the
punishment was finally administered, with much flashing of satins and lace,
squeals and giggles – as Cynthia's hand made six resounding slaps on Alice's
bared backside. While all of this was going on, Tracy of course was wooing my
husband assiduously, her lips and hands busy all the while.

The game resumed after the spanking, but the air was charged with sexual tension
as both couples were now attending to each others desires. Naturally, Percy was
so distracted by Tracy's attentions that he began to make repeated errors. I
started giving him demerits then, watching Tracy's eyes widen with delight at
what was now an obvious outcome, sentenced him to a spanking by his partner.

He did protest quite vehemently, protesting the unfairness, but when I sentenced
him to an additional three spanks for arguing, he settled down immediately.
Tracy started humming a happy gypsy melody as she arranged him over her knees,
and the other two gathered around – leaving my view unobstructed of course –
while she slowly lifted his robe then pulled his pajama pants down to reveal his
plump little backside.

The first smack of her hand on his ass was distinct and sharp. We all laughed
as he let out a little girlish squeal, and bucked a little. He started to
whimper at the fourth slap. By the ninth, he was weeping copiously.

He settled back into Tracy's embrace again as if it were the most natural thing
in the world, with her cooing and kissing him and saying how sorry she was.
Like a little puppy dog, he gazed up at her, so happy at not being spanked any
more. I showed my disgust for his sissified behavior, pointing out that Alice
hadn't cried at her spanking – and here he was, a big strong male, crying like a
little girl! If he didn't behave I'd give him something to cry about!

Later on, Cynthia earned enough demerits and was sentenced to a spanking. I
almost exploded with laughter when she demanded a "Revokement". Having no idea
what she meant, I was sensible enough to play along. "This is a rare request.
What makes you think you are entitled?"
"I bring this to your attention Madame. I have been the only one given demerits
in the last four instances – with nobody getting any in this period. You
yourself brought this rule some months ago if I may remind you to prevent any
miscarriages of judicial power, and allows me to apply the sentence to anyone
else who has been awarded demerits. As I see no reason to spank my own partner,
and Tracy has no demerits as yet, I ask for revokement – and that I be allowed
to spank Percy!"

I could not believe how sharp this little minx was! She had fabricated this
whole thing! I was so close to laughing that I couldn't speak, just nodded my
head gravely in concurring with her request. Squealing with no shame now, Percy
was ordered over Cynthia's knees and was weeping again before she even started.
While she lambasted him, I walked over to my lingerie drawer and pulled out a
half dozen pairs of satin panties, making sure that one pair was a delicate
pink. Then I went back and sat in my chair.

His face all swollen with his blubbering, poor Percy was finally allowed to
stand. Dazed, he pulled up his pants and started to walk back to Tracy's side,
but before he got there, I spoke to him. Gently, but with authority. "Percy?
Come over here please."

The poor dear tried valiantly to smile, but it was a travesty. "Darling?
You've shamed me." I told him as he staggered towards me. "What kind of man do
these ladies think I am married to? A sissy, that's what they must be thinking.
I warned you that I'd give you something to cry for, didn't I?. Come and lay
over my knees now. And darling? If you pause or complain I'll double up on the
number of the spanks I'm going to give you. NOW please!"

He rammed his hand into his mouth in a vain attempt to eliminate the whimpering
and muffled noises coming from it, but obeyed me and laid down gently over my
knees. I positioned him so that his backside was stuck up in the air
invitingly, then pulled the waistband of his pajamas down again. His backside
was scarlet before I started, as I pointed out to the girls as they crowded
around. "Feel girls! Feel how his nice little backside has become all hot!
Feel the heat!"

Oohing sympathetically, the ladies all laid cool hands on his bare and
defenseless posterior and pleaded on his behalf. I was adamant however. His
backside was red before I started but was an even more fiery red after another
six. Then I stopped and caressed his buttocks. "Oh dear! You're even more all
hot and bothered. Here. I've something for you." With that, I pushed his
pajama pants down and off completely. Then I put the pink satin panties on him
and pulled them up into place.
"Do these feel nice and cool dear?"
"Yes." He managed to gulp out.
"Well, being the sissy that you are, I thought that pink satin panties are what
you should be wearing. Wasn't that a good idea?"
He took a little too long in responding, but a sharp smack on his panties got
his attention.
"Oh yes dear. Thank you." He mumbled through more tears.
Not only that? Here's more for you to take back to your room with you tonight.
That way you can remind yourself of how you acted like a sissy in front of my
friends. Maybe, by wearing panties from now on will remind you of how to act
like a man?"
"Yes dear."

"Mistress?" Alice spoke.
"Yes dear?" I answered.
"I don't think it's fair!" she said.
"What's not fair?"
"I think that if anyone here has the right to spank him, it's me!"
"I don't understand dear. Why would you say such a thing?" I said, smiling at
her.
"When I passed him in the hallway this morning, I smiled at him and wished him
good morning. He just ignored me!"
"That's not true!" he said indignantly.
"Are you calling Alice a liar?" I asked him severely.
"No. But. . . Honest. . . I didn't ignore you Miss. I mean Alice. I mean .
. ."
"Maybe she didn't hear you?" I said quietly, offering him a way out of his
dilemma.

The poor dear grabbed at the opportunity quickly. "Yes … That must have been
it. I was preoccupied. Maybe spoke too quietly?"
"One of my ladies spoke to you? Was nice enough to pay attention to you – and
you were preoccupied? Too BUSY? Too much above her in social position to
acknowledge her?" I spoke in ever-increasing scorn. "I think Alice has a good
reason to make demands on you! Go to her immediately and apologize! Maybe if
you're contrite enough, she'll forgive you and won't feel that it's necessary to
punish you!"

And my servile little husband went to my lady in waiting and started to
apologize humbly and beg for her forgiveness. She, of course, considered
letting him off, agreeing that 'yes' he had to have a lot on his mind, and 'of
course' she understood, but then she said "But sir? You were naughty, weren’t
you?"
He must have seen the potential punishment looming again. "No! Honestly miss
Alice? I think I answered you. Honest!"
"Well? I'm positive that you didn't! Are you going to argue with me? Tell me
I'm wrong? Say that I'm LYING?"
"No, Miss Alice."
"Well then! I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt! Drop your pajama
pants and come over my knees immediately and I'll only give you three spanks."
"But?"
"FOUR!"

He was over her knees in seconds, pink panties gleaming in full view. Alice
thought up a new torment for him.
"My! I hadn't realized. Such pretty lingerie!" She gave his panties a soft
caress. "You're very lucky. You know that, don't you?"
"I don't know what you mean," he mumbled.
"You don't?" she said, continuing to caress his rear. "Lots of girls would just
LOVE to have panties like that! Isn't your mistress nice giving you those – and
lots more to wear?"

It was the first time that anyone had ever described me as his mistress to him,
and I wondered – but just a little – how he'd accept it. I should have known.
Lamblike, he never said a word, just nodded in agreement in answer to her
question – and took his four spanks like the little sissy he was, weeping again,
naturally.

Tracy took her little prize back into her arms and consoled him as if he was a
little girl. I almost died when she increased the resemblance by taking his
thumb and placing it gently in his mouth. Her didn't know what was expected of
him, and removed it. She replaced it gently. He started to remove it again,
but a short "Sissy!" from her, got his attention. He knew what she wanted now
and still sobbing softly, he lay in her arms, sucking his thumb.

He did start to make little pleading noises as she slowly started to masturbate
him through his pajama pants, but totally helpless with all of us crowding
around, watching, and making ribald comments, he finally moaned deeply and
ejaculated, soaking his pajamas and panties.
"You naughty thing!" exclaimed Tracy. "You've messed up all of your clothes –
and got my hand all sticky! Yech!"

I spoke up indignantly. "Honestly Percy! You keep finding more ways to
humiliate me in front of my friends! Take that silly babyish thumb out of your
mouth, then you can take Tracy into my bathroom and wash her hand for her. Then
get those sticky clothes off and wash yourself with a sponge while you're at it.
Cynthia? Get sissy some fresh nightwear from my lingerie drawer and take it
into the bathroom for him, would you dear? Get him slippers to match Alice. I
think yours will fit him best."

I sat enjoying my powers while everyone moved around, obeying my orders. Very
pleasant, I thought a few minutes later, my husband reappearing in a pair of
lime green baby dolls that I had never particularly cared for on myself.
Naturally, he also wore a pretty little matching peignoir. The slippers were
high heeled and pretty. Not a perfect match I told Alice – but close enough.

I then chastised him for being such a disruptive element in our game and told
him that it was cancelled. I then challenged Tracy to a game of chess. At
Cynthia's and Alice's looks of bewilderment, I suggested that they find
something constructive to do. "Maybe do 'something' with that sissy's hair?" I
proposed.

With squeals of joy, they pounced on him. Made him sit with his thumb back in
his mouth as they prettified him, putting his hair in rollers, then wrapping a
pink chiffon scarf around his head. Then they plucked his eyebrows. Then,
these two naughty girls! Know what they did? They made him up as if he was a
girl!

Then I suggested that they play some music – softly of course so not to disturb
our chess game. Got a great deal of amusement watching my perfumed, lipsticked,
mascara'd, blushed, husband learn to dance the women's part as my two ladies led
him around the floor, patting his backside lewdly and telling him how pretty he
was.

My bed is huge – specially built for sexual Olympics – but five bodies in it was
pushing its limits. I knew that he got excited watching a threesome of me,
Tracy, and Cynthia make love – but he was totally unprepared for Alice mounting
him, then the rest of us crowding around, commenting on his technique – or lack
of it – as she manhandled him until he was under her then rode up and down on
him, bringing him to ejaculation. We all fell asleep later, myself being the
last to go. Contentedly, I reviewed the evening's fun, and watched my effeminate
husband lying in Tracy's arms, his lovely complexion shown off by his pretty
nightwear.

The shame he must have felt the following morning! There, in my bedroom, eating
breakfast in bed in womanish clothes, surrounded by beautiful women in their
undies – the working maids serving the meal, trying very hard to keep their eyes
off of this sissified man!

I finally allowed him to return to his own bedroom, wondering aloud what he
would do about his hair after he left. Alice and Alice thought that once out
from under my direct control he would wash the hairdo out. Tracy and I thought
he'd be too frightened and would remove the rollers and brush and comb it into
the feminine style that it would take now.

We were ALL wrong. The poor, subjugated sissy actually reported to Alice and
Cynthia, asking what he should do! He had now apparently accepted the fact that
they were his superiors in the house! Forewarned, I made some complimentary
comments about how pretty his hair was – and how the two delicate blue satin
bows enhanced his eyes once my ladies had finished with him.

Over the next few days I was too busy to play games with him – and I made sure
that my savage little kittens kept their claws to themselves. I made quite a
number of phone calls to various security firms, then made my decision. Then, I
finally allowed Percy to leave the house for the full day – accompanied by his
three chaperones of course. I'm not sure that he was altogether enthused about
spending the whole day in boutiques of one kind or another while my three ladies
took advantage of my generosity by spending some of the bonus money they had
accrued working for me during the year. I'm not sure of course – but I have the
feeling that both they and the boutique salesladies embarrassed my poor husband
– but as he never complained, I couldn't very well punish them, could I?

I had given all the other servants a holiday – with pay, to stop any grumbling –
but demanded that they vacate the premises starting at seven in the morning and
not returning until dark.

The security system people were there as soon as everyone was gone. Working at a
furious pace to ensure the bonus I'd promised, the house and the servants
quarters had cameras and microphones strategically placed all over. The men were
mostly gone by one in the afternoon, leaving a most attractive young lady to
explain how the system worked. It was remarkably easy to use, and I got the
hang of it in no time – I particularly enjoyed the second bank of controls that
gave me entry into my Ladies quarters – that I had no intention of showing them
of course.

The girl and I took a stroll about the whole area covered and I was delighted –
there was absolutely NO evidence that anyone had been there – and no sign of the
devices at all. As we walked along, I started to seduce her. She was
frightened at first I think, but gradually came around. Later, we both lay in
bed and enjoyed watching the total seduction – and heard the words we whispered
– as we moved through the servants quarters – and finally into my bed. She
blushed a lot – very prettily – but was delighted with the bonus I gave as she
left. I made a copy of that episode, which I've watched, and enjoyed, a few
times now.

The following day, I played with my new toy for an hour or two before summoning
my Ladies to watch it with me. (They weren't informed of the second bank of
controls). I must admit that it was rather disconcerting to discover that the
servants actually had minds – and opinions – of their own. It was also amazing
to find that there was a great deal of sexual byplay – or should I say "bi-play"
amongst the girls there – two of them Brenda and Constance being obviously
'butch', the rest – their 'harem'. I particularly kept a surreptitious eye on
Pamela, one of the newer girls - a pretty little thing who I thought might have
merit. I was happy to see that neither of the butch girls seemed to have
claimed her, though obviously both were vying for her attentions.

That afternoon, after I'd sent everyone off for their naps, I had a private
little chat with Pamela.

"You're a very pretty girl Pamela – though I'm sure you must be aware of that,
yes?" I started.
She blushed, but kept her composure remarkably well (I'm sure she thought I was
going to try and seduce her – my servants aren't hired for their stupidity, and
must be well aware of my proclivities.).
"Yes ma'am. I've been told that before" she said pertly, giving just the hint
of a smile, and bobbing a deferential curtsey.
"How tall are you dear?" I asked.
"Five foot seven ma'am"
"I like tall girls about me," I said. "You're a trifle small, but I may consider
you for a position as one of my . . " I paused, as if searching for a
word…"Companions?"

I saw the interest flash across her eyes. "Companion ma'am? Like Miss Tracy or.
. "
"Yes. Exactly. Would you be interested in such a position?"
She was dumbfounded by my question, but recovered quickly. "Oh yes ma'am! Most
certainly.."
"I'm just not sure if you have the aggressiveness I like though. Are you
aggressive?" I asked softly.
"I don't know how aggressive you mean ma'am. I'm quite ambitious – if that
means anything?"
"Ah yes! Ambitious! Yes, that means a lot. Have you any supervisorial
experience? Would you make a good boss?"
She shook her head. "Don't know mum. I'm just a junior maid here, and this is
only my second job, so I've no real experience to go on."

I looked directly at her. "Would you believe me capable of spying on the
members of my household? Be honest now."
She blushed. "Yes ma'am"
I admired her courage in not trying to qualify her answer. Smiled back at her
in response. "You're absolutely correct my dear. I AM capable of spying – and I
DO. I'm thinking of a little test for you. See if you're a natural manager."
"Oh ma'am. I've never gone past high school. I'm not very well educated," she
sighed.

I shook my head and spoke in my kindliest manner. "Not to worry my dear. No
written tests of any kind. Just a test for my own information."
She brightened immediately. "I'd like that ma'am!"
"Very good dear! Within the next few days? You will get a chance to supervise
someone. You will proceed to take that person over. Supervise that person,
manage that person. Make that person your subordinate!"

She was obviously perplexed. "May I ask who . ."
"No, you may not. If you see an opportunity and lose it? I will fail you, and
we will not speak of this matter again. If I see that you naturally want to
lead ? You will be notified. I can assure you that if you have not heard from
me within the next three weeks? You can consider it a lost opportunity. Is
that understood?" I looked at my watch, signaling that the interview was over.

"Understood perfectly ma'am. Thank you for the opportunity. I hope I don't
disappoint you," and she curtsied. "Is that all ma'am?"
"Yes Pamela. Run along now. And don't be discussing this with anyone. If you
do? I'll know of it, and the test will be over."
"Understood ma'am. Thank you." With that, she left.

My next meeting was with Percy. He was wearing day clothes this time, but the
traces of his feminine hairstyle still remained. He bore a strong resemblance
to a frightened little rabbit – a white rabbit! I had been thinking of something
that had happened on the evening we'd had some fun, so decided to experiment a
little.
"Hello, darling husband. Thank you so much for coming to see me. Come and give
your loving wife a big kiss!" and I stuck my lips in the air.

Tentatively, he approached and laid a very gentle kiss on my cheek. I snaked my
arms around his neck and pulled him onto my lap. "No darling! That will never
do! That's how one woman kisses another!" I said – and proceeded to kiss him –
but with my lips and tongue being the aggressors. As I expected, he settled
right into my embrace. I then took his thumb and gently pulled it up, and into
his mouth.
"Now don't move that dear," I warned him. "I'm going to have to chastise you,
and I don't want you to interrupt me, so pretend that you're a good little baby
and just listen. All right?"

Thumb securely fixed in his mouth – I noticed he was starting to suck at it
already – his eyes wide and frightened, he looked up at me and nodded.
"That's wonderful!" I cried. "You look so cute! Think I may buy you a little
bonnet – maybe a pink dress? Little woolen booties? Diapers? You'd make such
an adorable baby!"
I giggled happily at the thought, but collected myself.

"However dear, I didn't bring you here to tell you that. I've been thinking
about that conversation we had the other night. About you being so aloof? So
unapproachable to the servants? Remember?"
He nodded, his puzzlement obvious.
"I'm very concerned about this aspect of your personality. It's SO masculine,
and not a trait I particularly admire. That being the case, I've thought up
what may be a pleasant solution for you. Would you like to hear it?"

He nodded vigorously – and I noticed that his thumb was really getting a workout
now, his soft pink lips wetly sucking away. Made up my mind there and then to
order some pretty clothes for my little baby husband. Took his thumb from his
mouth and kissed him on the lips gently. "Such a good little baby." I
murmured, then placed his thumb back in his mouth again.

"Here's what I want you to do, darling. Starting today? I want you to become
friends with one of the servants."

I saw his questioning look. "Yes dear. That's all. Approach her, and tell her
that you want to be her friend – her best friend as a matter of fact.
Understood?"
He nodded, still puzzled, but quite happily.
"It'll be a test for you, to let me see that you CAN lower yourself to be
friends with someone on a lower social scale than yourself. I shall be MOST
disappointed if you fail!" I paused for a moment, then continued. "But there's
another part to the test. I wasn't going to tell you about it, but now I think
I shall. I deliberately picked a very attractive girl for you to be friends
with. Her name is Pamela. Know her?"
He shook his head.
"Well you will. I'd bet on it" I said, unable to suppress a grin. "Anyway?
I'll expect you to keep your hands to yourself. None of this macho stuff with
that little girl! I will be very jealous if I see or hear any evidence of that!
Understand?"
He nodded, eyes fixed steadily on me now.

"Well. Just one thing more, " I said. "Are you wearing a pair of the pretty
panties I gave you?" As I spoke, I reached my hand up along his thigh slowly
and unzipped his pants. Then I slid my hand in there to feel his erection under
a layer of satin. "There's a good little sissy" I said, starting to caress him
there. He started to squirm at being humiliated in this manner, but was
obviously delighted at the same time, and his face turned a bright red. "Will
you do something for mummy?" I cooed.
He nodded, his eyes almost at the point of glazing over.
"Say goo-goo for mummy."
"Goo-goo?"
"Yes. Goo goo. Like mummy's little baby. Keep saying it. Nice and soft and
gurgly. Yes, that's it!"

And he came a few minutes later making the "Wah Wah, Goo Goo" sounds and other
gurgles that I demanded of him. He really made a mess of himself, and was
totally embarrassed, but I graciously excused him – commenting that it was
perfectly all right – my baby was not expected to be grown up yet – and sent him
back to his room, reminding him that I might check and make sure he had fresh
panties on when I saw him next. I also 'suggested' that he initiate his
friendship with Pamela the following day, indicating my potential displeasure if
he failed to do so.

I didn't see him that evening of course. I had other fish to fry. I dismissed
my ladies after dinner. I wanted to play with my new toy and ensure that I was
totally familiar with all of its capabilities. If truth be told I also wanted
to do some private eavesdropping – though well aware of being likely to hear
some criticisms of myself in the process – but as I said earlier? I am not
concerned with the opinions of employees.

My Ladies were actually behaving themselves! Tracy was reading some trashy
novel, Alice was working on a crossword puzzle (as it so happened, she was
perfectly positioned in a camera's view finder that I was able to zoom in and
actually see her making a mistake on the crossword! Cynthia was in her own
suite, watching television, looking somewhat bored. As can be expected, there
was little or no conversation, though I did practice with the concealed
microphones. Again, I was impressed by the system. I could actually hear the
sounds of Tracy turning the pages of her book, and Cynthia's yawns. Well
pleased, I turned my attentions to the maid's quarters.

There, things were a little livelier, but not much. Three or four of them,
including Pamela, were gathered in their lounge, chattering and laughing as they
effected minor repairs to their clothing or knitted and watched some silly
situation comedy on television. Brenda and another girl were busily engaged in
some mild kissing and cuddling, but I didn't watch them too long, getting the
feeling that any sex they'd had was over for that evening. Well satisfied with
the system, I shut it down and opted for an early night myself.

After breakfast the next day, I isolated myself again. In my room, I sat at my
desk and took care of business, flitting my viewing about the house until I
found Pamela secure in the Dining room, polishing the silver. Then, I zeroed in
on Percy, keeping an eye on him as he ambled about the house in a desultory
fashion. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but once I noticed that he seemed to
be covering all of the areas in the house, I gradually moved my attention from
the correspondence in front of me as he neared the Dining room.

I actually saw him straighten his head up with a show of masculine aggression
when he saw Pamela. I mean, I knew that being aggressive was totally beyond
him now, but was enthralled at what must have been deeply buried tendencies
coming back to the fore for a pretty girl. He coughed to let her know he was in
the room. She put down the silver she was polishing and made a polite curtsey.
"Good morning sir!" she said brightly.
He preened a little. (Finally a woman treating him with respect!)
"Good Morning! It is Pamela, I believe?" he said loftily.
She smiled. "Yes sir! How kind of you to notice!"

He coughed, unsure of how to go on. " I have . . Er . . a rather unusual
request to make of you?" and stopped.
She stood quietly waiting, then dropped another curtsey. "Yes sir?"
"My wife? Your mistress? Has made an unusual request of me." And he stopped
again.
"Yes sir?" A little less respectful now. A touch of asperity creeping into her
voice.
"It's all for my own good of course," he said "Susan is a very clever woman! I
admire and respect her deeply. Her opinion means a tremendous amount to me!"

She didn't curtsey or say anything at all, just looking at this foolish male
fumbling about in front of her. He continued.
"She feels that living in the moneyed class like I have done all my life, has
led me to lose touch with the common folk?" He paused again.
Her impatience with this dolt was showing clearly now. Suddenly it dawned on
me. She hadn't grasped the fact that HE was the one being given to her to
manage! I gritted my teeth in frustration. He was talking again.
"So? Susan thinks it would be a good idea for me to become friendly with
someone on the staff. Someone like you?"

She giggled. "Oh sir! I think mistress must be teasing you! That would be
impossible! You being friends with me? You must be mistaken!"

She was turning him down! Angrily, I slammed my hand down onto the desk in
front of me. My scheme was coming undone! But my sweet little mouse-spouse
saved the day!

An expression of deep anxiety crossed his face and he took a step towards her.
"Oh no, my dear. Susan may tease me now and then, but she never makes
mistakes!" He licked his lips nervously.

I could practically see her mind working now. "Yes sir. I know. She's a very
clever lady, and a wonderful mistress. But I don't see how we could be friends
sir. I'm a working girl. Just a junior maid. I don't see how we could
possibly find the time to get to know each other. I've got too much work to do
during the day."
"Perhaps we could enjoy each others company in the evenings?" he suggested.

I could see the light dawning in her eyes – just a little, but she decided to
press it. "Yes sir. That might work. But we'd have to spend the time in the
maids lounge. We couldn't be alone."
"Don't see why not," he answered, but weakly.
"Well sir! You're a man – and I'm a woman! What would everyone think?"
"I see. Good point." He said. "But we could still get to know each other I
think."

She shook her head. " I hate to disagree sir, but I think that friends need to
know each other's intimate thoughts – and I'm sure that you wouldn't like to
open up like that in front of a bunch of girls, would you now? No sir. I'm
afraid that you and I becoming friends would be next to impossible. Sorry sir"

Even I was confused now. I was certain she'd picked up on what was happening.
She was watching him closely, very much the hunter after her prey – but her
words were dismissing him – letting him go!

His desperation was showing clearly now, but passively he accepted her
decision. "Very well," he sighed, "I'll tell the mistress." And he turned to
leave her.
"But sir? There might be a way?"
His back straightened with hope and he turned back towards her.
"Well sir? If Constance, the senior girl approved? Maybe you could keep me
company during the day? Walk alongside me? We could have private conversations
then. Learn to know what each of us thinks. That way, I'd still get my work
done – and you'd be obeying the mistress?" she added shrewdly.

"I hadn't thought of that! You're a very clever girl!" he said jovially. "When
do you think we should start?"
"No time like the present, is there sir? But may I ask something before we
start?"
"Of course dear girl!" he said, happiness oozing from him.
"If we're to be friends? May I stop curtseying? It would be most awkward."
"Of course! Of course! And you can call me Percy!"
"Alike as two peas!" she giggled.
"Huh?" he replied.
"Percy and Pamela – Alike as two "P's" in same pod!" she giggled. Then she took
him by the forearm and pulled him gently out of the room. "Come along Percy!
Got to find Constance! Got to meet the other girls! Wow, are they going to be
jealous!"

I settled back in my chair happily. My prospective Lady in Waiting had
performed beautifully. She seemed to have taken over the situation as, with my
husband in tow she headed for the senior girl.

Constance, being unaware of what was going on was agog at what she heard –
looking warily from Pamela to Percy, then back again. Obviously did not want
one of the masters wandering about in her bailliewick (ha!) but unsure if she
had the authority to forbid it. Finally, with a great deal of unwillingness
evident, she allowed him to stay with Pamela. As the two of them left, she
gained some confidence and called after them "I'll still expect you to do all of
your tasks Pamela! Sorry sir (to Percy) but if you're too much of a distraction
for her, I'll have to ask you to leave. Is that all right?"

At first I was impressed by her courage, but then decided it wasn't that much
after all – most of the downstairs staff considered him a weakling anyway. He
nodded his head in answer. "Don't worry Constance! I won't get in her way!"

A few minute later, they were back in the Dining room. Pamela immediately
started back in on polishing the silverware, while Percy took a seat at the
table, facing Pamela and watching her work. He sat there, obviously at a loss
for words, then coughed. "Tell me about yourself Pamela. I'd like to know all
about you."
"Oh sir! You'd be bored. But why don't you come and stand beside me? If I
have to take my attention from what I'm doing – well, we wouldn't want THAT,
would we?"

I noticed the little tone of command in her voice, and so did Percy. He blushed
and went to stand beside her. "Now then? Isn't that better?" she asked
brightly. "But, would you mind giving me a hand sir? I seem to have fallen a
little behind?"
"My fault I think!" he said gallantly. "What would you like me to do?"

Two minutes later, he stood blushing, while polishing the silverware with her.
Then, she noticed an invisible spot of polish on his sweater. "Oh my goodness
sir! What will the mistress say!. Here, put my apron on, while I go and get
another. I shan't be long!"

And, despite his weak protests, she left him there polishing the silver,
ensconced in her full apron – with the lacy mob cap pinned to his hair!

I suppose that I could have used the split screen capability to see her going
and talking with Constance, but was so entranced at how quickly my little sissy
husband had been taken over by a slip of a girl that I couldn't break my eyes
away from him doing what he was born to do – maid's work!

I was just about to leave though, when Constance stalked into the room, a scowl
on her face – certainly not intimidated now! Not by any man wearing a maid's
apron. She walked right up to him then grabbed him by the front, crushing the
frilly bib in her hands.
"What do you think you're up to?" she snarled into his face. "After my junior
maid, huh? All you men are alike! Bunch of predators! Leave her alone!"

I almost died laughing – "Men" indeed! And 'predator'! MY poor little sissy?

He shrunk away from her, practically cowering from her onslaught. A puzzled
look crossed her face at his lack of reaction. He took advantage of this pause
to say "I just wanted to be friends with her. Honest!"
"Friends?" she said, letting him go and stepping back a step. "What is this all
about?"
He adjusted his apron. "My wife Susan? She got the idea that I was too
snobbish. Too aloof. Felt I should have a more democratic approach to the
staff . ."
"So you pick the pretty one to glom onto?" she sneered.
"No! My wife picked her – told me to become her friend – honest!"

Constance was still puzzled, but a gleam was starting to show in her eyes. "Come
here!" she said, pointing to a spot just in front of her. He took a cautious
step towards her.
"Your cap's a mess!" she said. "Better learn to pin it up nicer than that! Be
a good idea to have Pamela show you, but here – let me do it for now."

Then she stood back again and surveyed him. "I can see why the mistress would
want you to be friendlier," she said. "But I think it would be very unfair for
you not to be friendlier with ALL of the girls – No? Sure, make Pamela your
special friend – but think how jealous the others would be if you weren't nice
to them too. Don't you agree?"

You could see her argument was making sense to him. After all, I hadn't
forbidden him to be friends with anyone else, had I? He smiled, obviously
relieved at the reduction in tension. Nodded in agreement.

She knew she now controlled him. Smiled sweetly. Looked at her watch. "Lovely!
It's almost break time. We'll go and join the other girls for our morning
break. Can pick up Pamela on the way. What do you say?" But without waiting
for an answer, linked her arm in his and led him from the room.

I summoned my Ladies from their rooms while Constance, Percy, and Pamela were
making their way to the maids lounge in the servants quarters.

My ladies were impressed by the clarity of both audio and video of our
eavesdropping into the lounge, but had no idea of why I'd summoned them. We
watched the maids beginning to gather, chatting – one actually told a good dirty
joke, which we all appreciated. And then my three stars entered!

Cynthia let out a smothered "What in hell? How…"
Tracy, focused on me. "Mistress? I sense that you have been pulling strings
here? That apron looks lovely on your husband. And the cap? Ooh la la!"
I smiled and looked modestly at the floor as Alice laughed loudly.
"Hush Ladies!" I said. "Let's listen!"

The maids who had been in the lounge were nonplussed at seeing who their visitor
was, and even more confused by his cap and apron – identical to theirs.. The
ones who had been seated jumped to their feet and joined the others in
curtseying him.
"No girls. No!" Constance told them. "This gentleman wishes to become known to
all of us – be our friend! Wants to learn how the other half live! Isn't that
so – may I call you Percy? – yes, Percy wants to know! I've assigned Pamela her
to be his – what's that fancy word? – liaison - while he's with us. How long
are you going to be with us Percy?"

He was nervous now, standing in this room surrounded by women, all looking at
him with rising curiosity. Licked his lips. "Nice to meet all of you," he said.
"I'm not sure Constance. Maybe a day or so? Not sure."
"Well sir" she said mock seriously. "I don't think that's long enough if you're
to become acquainted fully with a junior maids life? I'll think about it and
let you know later. In the meantime? You'd best begin acting like one right
away. I think you should refer to me as "Miss Constance" like the other junior
girls do. "And? Curtsey when I talk to you please!"

The girls amused stares turned into outright laughter as my husband dropped a
very clumsy curtsey and replied "Yes Miss Constance".
"That's a disgraceful attempt at a curtsey. Pamela? Take her in hand and make
sure she learns to curtsey properly before the day is out. In the meantime?
Why don't the two of you serve up the tea for the rest of us? I'm parched!"
She then spoke to another girl. "Nora? You look about sizes with him – see if
you can get him a uniform to wear by this afternoon. I'll check with the
mistress and see if I can get the authority to have a full set made for him. I
have the feeling she won't object!"

My ladies were all smiling at me. "You know? I don't think the mistress will
have the slightest objection," I said. "The viewing for the next few weeks
should be very interesting!"

The end

1 comment:

  1. Have ( Percy) on me! Victoria S.

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