Panty Thief

By: ??

I had moved into a new three room apartment in a building located nearby the place I got my new job at. I was lucky, prices in this area are high and apartments hard to come by. After moving in I was disappointed to find that most of the people in the building that I met in the halls or the elevator were significantly older than me. After several weeks I did manage to meet everyone on my floor except the person in apartment 507, the one next to mine.
At night around 8pm I often heard the door of the apartment 507 open and the clicking of high heels pass by on the way to the elevator. Determined to meet the mysterious lady I devised a plan to "accidentally" meet her. At the end of the hallway was our floor's laundry and I thought I could bump into here on my way to do my laundry. I got my laundry together and waited until I heard her open her door. When I emerged from my apartment and saw here I was breathless as we stood a few confused moments looking at each other. "Ummm Hi!" I managed to let out.
She was dressed in a tight black mini skirt. Her face expertly done up. Black heels and sheer stockings. I fumbled with the basket looking like the classic geek. She was way out of my league. She actually looked me up and down making me self conscious and noting the basket she said "You look very domestic". I blushed and smiled. "I just moved here, what's your name?" I managed to ask. She smiled and said, "I think I'm not your type." and brushed past me leaving a trail of musky perfume as she passed. I could see that her stockings had seams up the back and were perfectly aligned. When she got into the elevator she again looked at me and appeared to glanced at my crotch. She must have noticed my obvious erection. She smiled again and as the doors shut I thought I saw her wink at me. I returned to my room disappointed with my fumbled attempt at meeting her.
A few weeks later I had to do my laundry for real and brought my load to the laundry room. After the wash was finished I opened the dryer and to find that someone had left their clothes in the machine. I was in a hurry and removed the clothes to put mine in. I must admit that what I saw excited me a bit. There were a number of panties in the pile, different patterns and colors. All felt incredibly soft and sensuous as I stacked the clothes on top of the dryer. There was an assortment of other lingerie including two bras and a couple few slips. I was amused at the erection I got just handling the clothes.They clothes must be from the lady in 507 I imagined. This excited me more but didn't think about it any more.
When I went to retrieve my clothes I noticed the same musky smell I noticed the first day I met the lady from 507. The pile of clothes were gone and I brought my dry ones back to my apartment intending to fold them. As I folded them I was confused to find a pair of red panties. They were made of bright red nylon panties and looked new. There was just a thin elastic strip on either side connecting the back part with the front. The result I imagine would make the legs look great. As I rubbed the silky material between my fingers I felt myself becoming aroused. I undid my pants to free my cock and draped the panties over the head of my dick. They were still warm from the dryer and the sensation I experienced was fantastic. I thought of the lady next door, how she smelt and looked and began rubbing myself. In no time at all I was near orgasm. I stopped before coming confused with the emotions I felt. I finished folding my underwear and put the panty at the bottom on the pile forgetting the incident.
Two weeks had passed and it was laundry time again. Without knowing it I had tossed my last pair of underwear into the basket and reached for a fresh pair. I was momentarily confused when I picked up the red panty. Just feeling it in my hands made me excited.

"What the hell" I thought and put them on, "Who's going to see?". I wasn't about to admit wearing women's panties turned me on but my erect dick could hold no secrets. I gathered the clothes and went towards the laundry room. Again I noticed the faint smell of that intoxicating perfume in the hallway. When I opened the door to the laundry I was pissed off that someone had beaten me. There was a load in the washer and another heap of clothes in a basket waiting for the washer on top. Curious I took a closer look at the basket and saw some black shimmering material which was slightly covered. I picked it up delighted to see that it was a pair or rather exciting looking panties. I could not help but take a sniff and was rewarded by an exciting musky aroma. I was holding the panty rubbing it between my fingers when I heard.

"Wash day is such a drag, isn't it!". It was the voice of the woman from 507. Terrified I turned around being careful to conceal he panty behind my back. I must have looked as white as a ghost and extremely suspicious. I managed to smile and replied, "Ya" in a weak voice. She looked at me for a few minutes narrowing her eyes.
I was never good at hiding my guilt and it was obvious I was guilty of something and must have looked like I was hiding something behind my back.

"What are you hiding" she asked as she slowly approached me.

"Nothing" I said having to clear my throat. She walked the short distance towards me, her hips wiggling in a very sexy way. While she walked towards me she held my gaze, I felt like a dear caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic. I was wearing loose shorts and my prick was pushing against the panty I made the mistake of wearing. I'm sure you could see a bulge, I felt so exposed and helpless. She approached very closely and reaching behind me pulled my arms forward. She saw I was holding something in my hand and pulled the panty from me, holding it triumphantly before me.

She asked, "Are these yours?". After a moments pause, I lied "They were on the floor. I was just picking them up. "Really." she said unconvinced as she looked at the bulge in my shorts. She held the panty in front of my face swinging it back and forth while watching my tormented face. She then draped the panty over my head and with a quick and expert motion she pulled my baggy shorts down to my knees leaving me exposed.

"You little panty thief!" she exclaimed, more amused than angry when she saw what I was wearing. "I was looking for that pair. They are brand new", her voice acquiring an annoyed tone. She cupped my balls and squeezed them until I let out a tiny yelp. She did not let them go and said "I can get you kicked out of your apartment for this." I was quiet, what could I do? She had me by the balls. "Maybe we can work out an arrangement" she said not letting her grip loosen. "I need a someone to do some chores around the house and you look like you will make the perfect domestic maid with a little training." I remained quiet. "When the clothes are done, I want you to fold them and bring then to me in my apartment.", she let go of me and walked out with the same mesmerising swinging of the hips. "You know my apartment number, don't you? 507." she said as she left the room. I was mortified, I simply did not know what to do. I was convinced she could easily get me kicked out and cause more trouble. My only choice was to following along, hopefully I could convince her to forget the incidence. Unfortunately, as I would later find out, she had a rather good memory.
After her things were done I was folding then at the table in the laundry room as was startled by the sound of loud trumpet like noise. It was a rather obese lady, who smelled like cooked pasta blowing her noise. She seemed quite happy in her innocent accomplishment of making that tremendous noise. I admit that on a couple of occasions I had tried unsuccessfully to duplicate her feat while alone in my apartment. She was a rather friendly person always wanting to talk. When she saw me she smiled happily and put her handkerchief away. After some small talk she said "I did not know you had a girlfriend." I replied that I did not and realized my mistake when I saw she was watching me fold the clothes from the lady from room 407. She seemed as embarrassed as I but continued the conversation. I quickly bundled up the remaining stuff and tried to make my escape.
As I left, she invited me over for dinner, she would cook spaghetti and I could bring a bottle or two of wine. I said I was busy, she was quick to reply "another time?". "Perhaps", I said leaving quickly with a red face.
After knocking, I was let in and told to put the stuff in the living room. Her apartment was warm and I noticed she had changed into her black mini and sheer stockings. She told me to strip down leaving me in her panties. She handed me a pink silk bra with underwire support and told me to put it on. Hesitating only long enough to remember how she caught me I took the bra and struggled to put it on. "You'll get better with practice", she assured me as I finally finished. It was a bit tight and I did not fill it out. I stood before her on the tile floor, more embarrassed than ever. "Kneel!" she commanded. I obeyed. She was sitting on a stool and was watching me intently. "I enjoy seeing you squirm you little bitch!", she said in a low voice without breaking her gaze on me, "I like the rush I get exerting my control over men". "Play with your tits, you slut". I cupped my "tits" in my hands and began tracing tiny circles around my nipples.
The silky material acted as a lubricant enhancing the sensual feeling I experienced. "You like it! tell me you like it!". I mumbled that it feels good. My cock was swollen and pushing desperately against the material of her red panty. She got up and walked towards me. Standing slightly to my side she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. With her other hand she cupped me under my chin and pressed her thumb against my lips forcing my mouth open. She demanded that I keep fondling my "tits". I obeyed, not entirely unwillingly. She was driving me wild. Her fingers would probe my mouth tickling the roof of my mouth, caressing my tongue and gums while she told me to continue playing with myself with soft whispers of encouragement. I was in ecstasy, eyes closed sucking and licking her probing fingers. At times she made me gag when her finger went too far in the back of my throat, but she continued expertly getting me use to having her fingers buried deep in my throat.
"Touch your pussy, you horny slut." I freed my prick and stroked it in delight. I was on the brink of orgasm for what must have been 5-10 minutes. As I heard her tell me to stop I felt a convulsion and ejaculated. leaving a trail of sticky jism leading from my pulsating prick to the base of the stool she had been sitting on. "Naughty girl", she said and sat on the chair. Crossing her legs and swinging her top foot she stared at me. "I'm not happy that you disobeyed me!" she scolded, "I demand full obedience!". She then instructed me to crawl to her until my face was level with her swinging foot and told me to remove her shoe. When I did a pungent mix of leather, sweat and perfume was released. She teased me for several minutes rubbing her foot in my face and marking me with her scent. She then dipped her big toe in the pool of cum making circles in it until most of it was gathered on her toes. "Lick my foot, slave".
Reluctantly I obeyed pushing my tongue against the jelly-like jism until I could feel the firmness of her toe. "Lap it up my little kitten". I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying my predicament. I licked up a thick wad and saw a sticky string connecting my tongue to her toe as I pulled my tongue back in. "Nice kitten, yummy isn't it". I tried to hide my revoltion so that she would not make me continue. "Lap it all up". I continued and when the thick cum was more or less gone she made me suck her toes so I wouldn't miss a drop. Surprisingly I found myself getting aroused again, and was actually enjoying myself after overcoming my initial inhibitions.
She told me I performed adequately and that I was to return Thursday night in order to clean her apartment. She led me to the door and handing me my keys left me standing in the hall. The spell was broken when I heard the elevator bell. I realized I was standing in the hall wearing panties and a bra and clutching my keys. I rushed to my apartment and fumbling with the keys managed to open the door just as I heard voices in the hall. I was panting, leaning against the door wondering if I had been seen.
I watched the people pass my apartment and it seemed that they had not noticed me. A few moments later, I was still recovering, leaning against the door when I heard the door open next door and the lady I was bound to serve walk past. I thought I saw her smile as she passed my door but could not be certain it was not my imagination.
Thursday arrived. I knocked nervously at her door and waited. During the few days since I saw her last I could not get her out of my mind. I was thrilled at the new new sensations I was feeling. I wore her panties each day relishing the sensuous feeling of the soft tight panty hugging and caressing me. When I walked my pants slid across the slippery material giving me the sensation of someone caressing me. I was surprised and amazed at how excited it made me and I was looking forward to our meeting. The door opened. I was led into her living room and made to stand in front of her as she sat on the plush couch. She wore a short skirt with expensive stockings. As she crossed her legs and bounced her leg seductively I could see a flash of white and realized she was wearing a garter belt and thigh high stockings. "I thought you would not show up" she said smiling a tiny smile. Her smile faded and she commanded me to strip. Obeying I stood before her wearing nothing but her panty. My cock was straining in vain to be set free from its silken prison.
"I am giving you the opportunity to serve me", she began, "If you agree to my conditions you will completely surrender to me. The symbol of your submission is this collar. If you decide to put it on you are mine while you wear it. You will obey me completely and without hesitation. Disobedience will not be tolerated and severely punished. Your duties include cleaning and washing my clothes as well as running errands for me. You duties may be expanded depending upon your progress. Since you seem to enjoy playing the part of a woman", she said looking at the tiny wet spot darkening the material at the tip of my cock, "you will be dressed as my maidservant and I expect you to behave appropriately. Through your training I expect you to acquire a more feminine attitude." Handing me the collar she asked, "Do you accept?"
With a trembling hand I took the collar and fastened it around my neck and awaited my fate with head bowed. She got up and as she moved the air stirred her intoxicating musky smell heightening my excitement. She walk around behind me and secured the collar with a tiny lock, just in case I had second thoughts, she informed me. I was committed.
She said, "In the bed room you will find your costume, when you are finished dressing present yourself for inspection. Change your soiled panty and make sure you hide that disgusting bulge". Trying to conceal my eagerness I went into her bedroom and found my outfit waiting for me on her bed. I was delighted with what I saw. A pair of shear silken stockings lay on top. These had a reinforced toe and heal with a seam up the back. I had always had a fascination for stockings and liked they way they looked hugging the legs, I never expected I would ever wear a pair. I took them in my hand and marveled at how soft and silky they felt, like a feather.
I saw a lacy black garter belt with six straps for the stockings. Under the stockings I found a pair of crimson panties which looked a bit small. Next was a black spandex mini skirt which also looked rather small. Deep down I felt a tinge of disappointment at the prospect that my costume might not fit. I also found a light pink silk underwire bra similar to the one I was made to wear before except that the cups were smaller. Smiling to myself I thought that this was going to be fun. Completing the outfit was a black sweater. I removed my old panties amused at the string of jism which oozed from my excited member. I began with the garter belt, adjusting the elastic waist to fit properly. The stockings followed. As I pulled then on I my excitement increased. The black stockings caressed my legs and I pulled then up and I secured the lacy top with the garters.
Next the panties. The material stretched enough so that they hugged me firmly and fit very comfortably. Remembering that my mistress instructed me to get rid of my manly bulge I tucked it between my legs and as I did I found my right ball settled up in my abdomen. Experimenting I found I could also push the other one up which further reduced the bulge. The panty was snug enough to hold everything in place. I examined my profile in the mirror and was satisfied with the result.
To my delight the panty caught the light and would shimmer as I moved. I put on the bra next. It felt a bit tight and actually did push up my tiny breasts making them more pronounced. I caught myself wishing that I had larger breasts and wondered if this was going to far. Too late, I though, I was committed! For a few minutes I teased myself by making tiny circles around my nipples and found them responding by standing up at attention. I was brought back to reality when I heard a impatient voice call out not to keep my mistress waiting. I then pulled up my mini skirt which stretched to fit me snuggle outlining my small hips. I put on the sweater and a pair of heels I found at the base of the bed. With the high heels on my calves looked more defined. I stopped for a moment to examine myself in the mirror, pleased with what I saw. Before making my debut I noticed a tube of lipstick on the dresser in front of the mirror. Wanting to look my best I applied the lipstick, not a professional job, but adequate. Straightening my seams and pulling down my skirt I was ready.
I entered the dimly lit room. It felt warm and I was sweating. I walk awkwardly to the center of the room standing before my mistress. Looking at my crimson lips she said, "I'm glad you are so attentive to the fine details. Not a very good job, but I'm sure practice will make perfect." She got up and walked around me. I saw that she carried a riding crop, an instrument I would soon become familiar with. She examined my seams with satisfaction then abruptly pulled up my skirt. "From now on I insist that you will only wear ladies panties. Also so that you don't soil them you will wear a panty shield every day, understood?" She punctuated her sentence with a firm swat of the crop across my ass. Involuntarily I stepped forward. "Don't move again!" she instructed and continued her inspection. "Mmmmm. I like how you arranged yourself in front. The hair will simply have to go". I was stunned, what have I gotten myself into. At the same time I was incredibly excited and knew I would do whatever she required of me.
She bound my wrists behind my back with plastic quick ties. Next she secured a rope through a D ring in my collar and pulled up my bound hands leaving me exposed and totally helpless. I stood there with growing fear and excitement. I could not move my hands at all. She then attached a long lease to the front of my collar and sat on the sofa. The music was load and sensual. She then instructed me to walk back and forth in front of her, insisting I swing my hips. I could do nothing but obey.
She made me do this for what seemed a long time. If I was sloppy she would swat me on my thighs with her riding crop or give a yank to my lease. My feet were sore, this was the first time in high heels and I was not use to it. The muscles in my calves were being worked hard. When the CD finished she said she was not happy with the unnatural way I carried myself nor with the shoddy job I did dusting her place. She made me face away from her and pulled up my skirt revealing my panty clad ass. I could feel her cup my checks and rub them gently giving them a firm squeeze. I responded with a tiny moan. She then pulled down my panty and made me bend forward. It was difficult to hold my balance but I managed. She then made me spread my legs by tapping on my inner thighs with her cursed riding crop. She then spread my cheeks exposing my virgin hole. Instinctly I contracted as I felt a cool sensation around my ass hole.
Slowly, teasingly she made me relax by gently yet firmly massaging my hole. I could not see what she was doing but it felt like she was using something on me. I could feel some sort of lubricant. She knew what she was doing since in no time at all she had me squirming and purring like a kitten in heat. I found myself pushing back against the object as she pushed it in. To my disappointment she was not going to let me have it all just yet.
After a few minutes when she was pleased with my response she thrust the object firmly inside of me. This time I let out a load moan, my cock erect and pushing against it's silky trap. I was breathing deeply now, fully enjoying the new sensation. She told me to hold it in and as I straightened up I could feel the gently caressing of soft feathers on the back of my legs. I realized she had used the feather duster on me. I must have looked quite amusing standing there with such a colorful tail, like some exotic bird. She changed the CD and went back to her seat on the couch. I had difficulty holding the duster in and was afraid it would squirm out. She then told me that I had to dust the coffee table for her to the rhythm of the music. I was completely embarrassed but unable to do anything with my hands bound. I backed up a few steps until I was closer to the coffee table and squatted down a bit so the duster would touch the table. The duster had a large ball at the end which help keep the devilish instrument in place. I wiggled my ass back and forth trying my best to dust the table. I heard a sharp crack before I felt a stinging pain.
I was within striking distance of that blasted riding crop. I was beginning to respect her instrument of dissapline and the punishment it could inflict. I continued to dust the table trying to do it in tune with the music. I am sure she was much amused seeing me suffer like that, who wouldn't be? occasionally I would get swats of encouragement if I slowed down or seemed to lose enthusiasm. As I moved I could feel the handle of the duster pushing against the base of my cock, probing deep inside me and found that I could stimulate myself if I moved just right.
The torture continued for several songs and it seemed I was entranced by the combination of the music and the self probing I was receiving. Suddenly I felt a particularly stinging blow to my ass which snapped my out of my dream state. "Enough fun" she said and instructed me to get on my knees, "Now for your punishment!". With some difficulty I kneeled down and lowered my head to the floor.
The duster was still stuck in me and my ass was high in th air. I never felt more exposed or humiliated. She stood before me, with the toe of her foot against my face. She removed her panty which fell around her gorgeous ankle. I felt the material against my cheek, soft and still warm. She stepped out of the panty and with the tip of the crop caressing my ass she instructed me to take it in my mouth.
This was to be my gag for what was to follow. I did so, rather clumsily and when I finished she secured it in place with a piece of rope. I was trembling when she said "I don't want you to disturb the neighbors". I could only mumble a muffled protest as she took her place behind me. She began by touching my cock with the riding crop, teasing me until I was fully erect. Without mercy she began to strike my ass. It stung! She applied her punishment to both cheeks. At the end of it I was sobbing. She again worked on my cock with her crop until I was showing signs of excitement. She removed my gag and helped me kneel in an upright position. "You understand you deserved your punishment don't you?" I was surprised at my own reply "Yes, thank you". "Now if you do better we won't have to have so many punishment sessions", she held my head against her and caressed me.
The music was still playing and she surprised me when she freed my hands and after returning to her seat said "As a reward for holding up so well to your first punishment, I will allow you to dance for me." I did not know what she wanted but I knew better than to hesitate. I removed the feather duster and after pulling up my panties straighten out my short skirt. I then began moving around in front of her mimicking the dancers I had seen back in my university days. I found myself becoming aroused and would watch my tormentress to try to find out what she liked. I played with my nipples through the thin sweater and found that they responded to me touch. I pinched then until they stood up to attention. I then turned around to show her my ass as I pulled up the skirt.
I would sooth my burning ass with caresses though the silky panty. I even went as far as to give myself a spanking which seemed to amuse the audience. I closed my eyes and began to work on my pussy - or cock, I don't know which I was so confused. I rubbed my self becoming more daring as I tried to get a response from her. She sensed I was close to orgasm and much to my disappointment made me stop. "Ok - time for you to leave" she said UN expectantly. She instructed me to gather my stuff and said I passed the second test and I was expected to appear next Thursday to clean up. She told me that I had to give back her panties and bra and that I was expected to purchase my own as soon as possible. She also instructed me to start wearing them on a daily basis.
Saturday morning I was doing some chores around the apartment when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find my mistress standing there. Brushing past me she announced that this was a surprise inspection. She stood in my living room watching me still standing at the open door. "Come here and strip for inspection!". I stood before her and pulled my track pants down to my knees. She noticed with disappointment that I was wearing my old underwear and told me I disobeyed. "You know what happens when you disobey, don't you?" I weakly mumbled yes. She sat on the couch and said "Get me something to punish you with". With my pants still pulled half down I went into the kitchen to fetch a wooden spoon. My mistress instructed me to position myself over her knees. Humiliated, I felt like a misbehaved child. "Tell me why you are being punished" she instructed as I felt the wooden spoon caressing my bare ass. Hesitating since I could not think of a reason I felt a sharp swap across my ass. "Why?!" she asked again in a more firm voice. I suddenly remembered, "because I'm not wearing panties like you told me". Another swat, "that's correct my pet. Now beg for your punishment".
Another stinging blow. "Uggg, please, stop". "No dear, ask for it" again another swat this one a little harder. "Mmmmph, please spank me for disobey." She granted my wish with another swat and said "Beg for forgiveness you little worm!". "Please", I begged, "forgive me, please!" She continued administering her punishment making me ask for more swats and begging her to forgive me." After some time she stopped. "Now I want you to your room and bring me your old underwear". She gathered them up saying, "I want you to go shopping today to replace these with something more appropriate". She abruptly left after telling me to present myself at her place tonight at 7pm for another inspection.
I sat on the couch fully aware of my stinging ass. For a moment I wondered if I should stop this relationship. My erect cock didn't like that prospect and convinced me I should accept my fate and continue. I quickly got ready for my shopping spree. I felt both excited and nervous. It was 4:30 when I returned to my apartment with my new purchases. I had gotten carried away somewhat and bought nail polish and makeup while I was at it hoping to please my mistress with my initiative. My wardrobe now included 4 panties of different styles and colors. I chose the one I thought was the most sexy and put it on. I had remembered what my mistress told me about soiling my panties and had purchased a box of carefree panty shields. Taking one out I taped it to the crotch of my panty. Next I applied the nail polish on my toes and was delighted with the effect. I then tried on the makeup, the eye shadow, eye liner and mascara and finished off with bright red lipstick. I was surprised at the change in my appearance and continued my chores in the apartment.
The time passed agonizingly slowly - I could not wait for for my next inspection.
In my rush while shopping I had forgotten to purchase nail polish remover. Well I guess I will just have to wear the polish for a couple of days I thought, smiling to myself. The panty I chose had some lace in the front and I found that the sensitive skin of my penis pushed through the lace and would rub painfully against my track pants as I walked.
I solved the problem by tucking myself in. I pushed my ball up into my abdomen and folded over my penis between my legs. I was happy with the effect seeing my smooth front. Now ready I took a deep breath and went to keep my appointment. I made the short trip down the hall to apartment 507 terrified that someone would see me in my makeup.

I knocked on the door of apartment 507 and waited. As soon as I was let in I was handed my collar which I respectfully put on with trembling hands. I was then led to the kitchen and told I looked thirsty. My mistress held a large glass of water to my lips. Instinctively I was about to reach for the glass but then it occurred to me that if she wanted me to drink by myself she would have instructed me to do so. I began gulping the liquid as she tilted the glass. "Don't spill any", she warned as she continued to feed me. She did not let up and I had difficulty keeping up the pace but luckily I managed without spilling any. She then filled the glass half way and fed it to me again. I felt rather full and slightly uncomfortable after all that water. Being forced to drink like that was mildly exciting although I am still unable to explain why. Only later was I was to discover what her intentions were from this seemingly innocent task she forced on me.

I was then led to the living room where I was instructed to strip for inspection. I removed all my clothes except my panty and stood trembling before her. She walked around me and looked at my hairy legs with distaste. "If you intend to continue to serve me I expect you to maintain smooth legs", she said as she stroked then with her riding crop, causing goose bumps to form. Only a second passed before making up my mind and I said "Yes Ma'am" in a timid voice. I know then I was committed to serving her and with some trepidation accepted my fate. She was pleased with the fact I was wearing a panty shield as instructed and commented on my enthusiasm when seeing my cherry red toes. I blushed and lowered my eyes when she gave me a smile of approval. "Now lets go to the bathroom to do something about those unsightly legs of yours", she said, "our guest will arrive shortly." "Our guest!" I thought in horror, what could she have planned for this evening. I felt faint from a mix of embarrassment and fear for what lay ahead. All kinds of thoughts passed through my head. I imagined the guest was the pasta lady down the hall and she would present me to her as a gift. I was standing in the bathtub now still imagining terrible scenarios. She applied some foamy material from a spray can all over my legs. "Now wait here until I return and don't you dare move an inch", she said as leaving. I stood there trembling. She did say guest and not guests didn't she?

My mistress returned carrying a bundle of clothes. I tried to get a look at them as she placed them on the counter. She noticed me examining at the clothes with interest and smiling she commented "Patience dear, you'll be dressed up in no time". She then rinsed my legs off and I saw my hair disappear down the drain. She told me to dry off and get dressed. "I expect you to present your self in five minutes" she instructed, noting the time on her watch "and remove your makeup dear it looks positively ghastly!".

I quickly rubbed my legs with a towel and found that a few of the more stubborn hairs could be removed in this way. Once I was dry I examined the pile of clothes. I saw that on top there was a fresh napkin. Next I saw a pretty pair of emerald green panties neatly folded and catching the light
in an inviting manner. They were followed by a pair of shimmering brown panty hose. Just picking them up and feeling the silky material was enough to arouse me. I realized I did not have much time and I quickly began dressing. First the panty. I pulled it up part way then fitted the napkin. After tucking myself I pulled up the panty and looked at myself in the mirror. I was delighted with what I saw, a feminine crotch and smooth sexy legs. Next I pulled up the panty hose careful not to cause a run. I sat on the edge of the tub as I did this, first the left leg then the right. The fit was fantastic and without the hair my legs felt more alive and sensitive than ever before. The sensations were greatly enhanced by the sexy pantyhose I was wearing. I could not resist admiring my legs in the mirror. Next the bra and the then a thin white long sleeve blouse. The blouse had seven pearl buttons on the cuffs and somewhat baggy sleeves. The bra matched the panty and I was a bit self conscious when I noticed that one could see through the blouse. I could clearly see the bra I was wearing. Next I put on a short stretch skirt to compliment my outfit. At the bottom of the pile was a frilly apron which I put on after slipping into my high heels. The top of the apron managed to hide my bra somewhat but from behind I could clearly see the darker colored straps through the blouse. After straightening out my skirt with a wiggle of the hips I took a deep breath and went to the living room to present myself.

My mistress was pleased with how I looked and led me to the bedroom for the finishing touches. She first applied eye shadow, then eyeliner with skill and care. Next, mascara to define my lashes and emphasized my eyes. I was increasingly excited as she continued applying my makeup. She ended by painting my lips a pretty candy apple red which glistened seductively in the light. She crowned her work with a wig. All during this I was seated with my back to the mirror, she now let me turn around to have a look at the new me. I was trying to find my reflection in the mirror with some difficulty until I realized that the woman staring at me was in fact myself. I was astonished. Could I really look like that? I experimented with my reflection, first smiling at myself then licking my lips tasting the lipstick in the process. I got up and Instinctively glanced at the legs of the woman in the mirror, not bad I thought seeing the reflection of my smooth legs in the mirror. With my physical transformation came a subtle psychological one as well. My movements were more fluid and elegant. I was brought back to my senses when I heard my mistress say, "Enough of admiring yourself, you need to learn your place in this household. Into the kitchen and get the snacks ready. Take a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and put it in the ice bucket".

I had finished preparing the snacks and drinks relieved that there were only two glasses set out when I heard the door bell ring. I heard my mistress call out, "Answer the door!". Trembling, I went to obey my command. I opened the door to find a very attractive lady dressed in a light pink
skirt suit. The skirt ended mid thigh and she wore shiny ivory pantyhose. I was at a loss with what to do and I could only think of curtsying. "Welcome", I said in my best maid's voice. My mistress approached from behind and greeted our guest. "What a surprise", said our guest, "is she properly trained? She looks a bit green. "I'm sure she looked at my bra as she said this. I was so embarrassed and self conscious. "No training at all", I'm afraid, "but she shows signs of being a quick learner. She does have a fancy for feet as I have found out already", No I don't I though to myself turning a bright red upon remembering our last session. "Really? then I insist I be properly greeted" our guest responded and extended her right foot towards me. I knew what was required. Both ladies waited for my response. I was excited, there was not denying it. I edged forward and knelt before our guest. Taking her foot in my hand with the greatest of tenderness I removed her damp foot from her shoe. I saw tiny beads of perspiration gathered on the sole. After delicately collected them with the tip of my tongue I turned my attention to her shapely foot. With increasing excitement I examined how the light silky material of her stockings encased her foot. She held her foot so that I could run my hand along the underside which caused the material to wrinkle a bit. I found the sensual slippery feel of her stockings to be extremely arousing.

My tongue gently reached to meet her toe. The salty taste encouraged me to extend my tongue further to probe the underside of her delicious foot. I could feel the different texture of material forming the reinforced toe as I continued my licking. Careful not to stain her stockings with my
lipstick I only used my tongue. Did I really harbor these desires before meeting my mistress or did she instill them in me? It did not matter now, they were present and begging to be fulfilled. After a few minutes of the sensual worship I was commanded to put the shoe back on. My mistress then told me to fetch them some champagne. After pouring I was made to stand off to the side holding the tray of snacks. I waited patiently listening to their conversation. I found out that out guest was a professional dancer who also had maidservants and they were chatting about problems she had training a particular one. I found out our guest had a job at "The Latin Quarter", a classy strip club in the city center. My mistress had asked our guest if she could help me with some dance techniques. Our guest was happy to oblige on the condition that she could borrow me once my training was completed. My mistress added the further condition that I was to get further dance training when I was serving her. Both parties were content with the deal. I felt degraded being bargained over, but accepted it with what remaining dignity I had as part of my new position.

I was told to place the tray down and instructed to stand in the middle of the floor. A blindfold was fitted over my eyes, to help me overcome my shyness I was told. With the blindfold I did in fact lose some of my inhibition since I could not see them watch me. I heard music from the
stereo start up and then the command "Dance for us". I started by swaying my hips to the music and caressing myself. Soon I unbuttoned my blouse to reveal my tiny breasts and pointy nipples. I pulled and pinched them though my sexy bra and made tiny noises of pleasure. I found this act of exhibitionism highly stimulating and continued my caresses. I was given some suggestions, more like commands as it would be unthinkable to disobey, to turn around and show some ass or pull up my skirt. Being the center of attention was very exciting. Part way into the second song my blindfold was removed and I was told to interact with the audience some more. I was happy to oblige since I was now getting into it and loved playing the role of a stripper.

I walked towards them with swinging hips. My blouse fully unbuttoned and partially pulled down my shoulders. My skirt was pulled up revealing my crotch. I was still wearing the pantyhose and you could see my cute panty through the material. I could feel myself getting wetter as I continued to dance for them. As the act progressed I would approach very close trying to tease then with my body. I knew they could take me any time they desired and I wanted to build up their lust for me. I felt so feminine and devilish teasing them. I would roll on the ground spreading my legs wide for them to have a good look as I played with my pussy. At one point I was on my hands and knees crawling towards them, being careful to avoid ruining my stockings, when suddenly our guest got up and mounted me like I was a horse. She told me to carry her towards my mistress which I did with some difficulty. When we got to the couch she let her legs down releasing some of her weight and by pulling my hair forced my head back until I was staring at a rubber dildo inches from my face. My mistress rubbed it across my cheek and informed
me it was time for some oral training. I was taken aback. The head of the cock crossed my lips smudging the lipstick. "Kiss it!" she instructed. I was reluctant to do so and my mistress again pressed the head against my lips. "Come on, kiss it!" I reluctantly puckered up and placed a kiss on the head leaving a tell tale red smudge. With encouragement from both of them I parted my lips letting a bit in. My mistress pushed the cock in further than I would have liked and made me gag. Sensing this, she withdrew a bit but my mouth was still filled with the dildo. "Suck it with passion!" I was told and I tried my best. I was getting increasingly aroused as I continued which made me squirm. I tried taking more of the cock in and found I was able to control my gaging reflex if I went slowly. My breathing increased and my reluctance decreased as I continued my lesson. I was now able to take all six inches in with the head deep in my throat. I was panting with excitement and moaning as I worked on the cock. I felt a intense pleasant sensation starting in my groin and spread through my entire body in warm waves. Just as I heard my mistress say "Don't cum!", I felt a sticky warm wetness spreading in my crotch. This was unlike any orgasm I had before. My penis was not actually erect, it was still tucked between my legs. The orgasm involved my entire body. My napkin managed to absorb most of my cum but I did feel some overflow. My pussy was still twitching with each heart beat and I was breathing with some difficulty as I still had the dildo in my mouth. When I regained some of my composure I recalled what I heard before my orgasm and was immediately worried about the consequences for disobeying. It turned out my mistress was only mildly displeased since she was very happy with response to my training session. I was told I would have to wear the soiled panty for the rest of the day. I did not mind the squishy warm feeling between my legs as I performed my duties.

My mistress left the living room and as I was fussing over something on the table with my back to our guest I was startled when I felt her warm hands caress my legs and expertly pull up my skirt. I responded immediately to the sensual caresses. She pushed me forward with ease as I offered no resistance. I was bent at my waist with my body sprawled over the table. My skirt was pushed up and my bottom was exposed. Such a delicious feeling as she massaged my bum. I heard her say she wanted to take me here and now, and I was wishing she did. I was panting as she continued working on me. She parted my cheeks and pushed the damp pad partially into my
hole. Ummmm I was grinding my ass against her and squirming in ecstasy. When my mistress returned she said to our guest, "She is quite a yummy piece isn't she?". Our guest replied by saying, "I can hardly wait to borrow her. I'm sure she could benefit from some specialized training". She pulled down my skirt. I felt my pad was still delightfully wedged in my bum as I
carried on my tasks.

Back in my maid's role I was ordered to refresh their drinks. I still felt weak after my intense orgasm and still a bit awkward in my high heels. My pussy was still pleasantly throbbing. I poured too quickly and the bubbling champagne spilled over. It dawned on me that I did a bad thing and snuck a peek at my mistress hoping she did not see the spilled champagne. No luck,
she was staring at me with an intensity that made me blush and lower my eyes.

She got up and attached the leash to my collar. She then lead me to the center of the room, leaving me standing there. She returned with a fresh pair of panties, garter belt and stockings. After returning to her seat I was instructed to change into the new clothes. First I removed my pumps. I was instructed to get on my knees and kiss the toe of my shoe. I felt excited just at the thought. I could smell leather and saw beads of sweet on the inside just like from our guest. I kissed the toe leaving a red lipstick mark. I was instructed to lick it clean which I eagerly did. I felt somewhat embarrassed at my show of enthusiasm but I was beyond the point of being able to control it.

After my show of submission I removed the pantyhose, which were a damp around the edges of the crotch. Next the panty with the pad heavy with my cum. There was still some sticky jism on my balls and ass hole which I wiped with the panty. I then put on the garter belt and began pulling up the stockings. I was given instruction on how to properly put them on and how to adjust the straps. Ummmm much more sexy I thought. I was surprised to find that the panty was in fact a g-string and put it on again tucking myself to achieve a more feminine crotch. I stood before them, smiling. The way they looked at me made me stop smiling and I sensed I was in for a severe punishment.

My mistress approached and pulling down on the leash forced me to kneel. She stepped on the leash so that it passed under the space between the spiked heel and the toes. By pulling up
on it she forced my head down further until my cheek was pressed against her shoe. "I will now punish you for your sloppy work. This time I will go easy but if you ever spill my champagne again I will give you a canning to remember, understood?". "Yes Ma'am" I respectfully replied. She left me there for several minutes. The redness from my spanking I received earlier this
afternoon during my surprise inspection had faded but my cheeks were still sensitive. My ass was up in the air exposed and vulnerable. The thin strip of the g-string fit snugly in the crack of my bum parting my bare cheeks.

When she returned I saw that she was carrying a wooden spoon and the glass of champagne which I has caused to overflow. "Hands behind your back" she commanded. I responded quickly and without thinking. She placed the cool glass on the small of my back making me hold it. She then got the bottle and slowly filled it up to the rim.

"Remember what I said about spilling any more champagne, darling". I could imagine her
smiling as she said this. When she finished pouring she positioned herself behind me and caressed my bum with the wooden spoon. She gave me a sudden swat - not too hard. I managed to hold the glass without spilling a drop.

I let out an yelp of pain, somewhat exaggerated in the hopes that she would take mercy on me. As I would soon learn she could not be fooled so easily. The next swat was a bit harder and again I succeeded to prevent any spillage. The next was harder still and with this one I moved slightly but luckily nothing was spilled. She alternated cheeks as she continued my test making them glow quite red. The next one was harder still but I was expecting it and did not flinch this time. I was surprised by the next one - it was considerably harder and stung quite a bit. It seems she was tiring of this game.

I jerked forward and felt cool bubbly liquid make its way between my cheeks. She accomplished what she had intended, making me earn a severe canning. She took the glass from my hand and walked to the front of me and motioned me to kneel upright. As I did more of the champagne trickled over my stinging buns soothing them for the moment. She held the glass to my lips forcing me to drink the remaining champagne. My bladder was full from the water I drank earlier and this extra drink made me very uncomfortable. It was difficult to keep myself from peeing.

She stood before me watching, forcing me to averted my eyes towards the ground. Using her riding crop she lifted my chin and stared at me, waiting. "I'm sorry Ma'am" I groveled, "I know I can be a more suitable servant. Please let me prove it". She continued watching me and I knew what was required of me. "I request that I be punished for my sloppiness. Please give me the canning I have earned so that I can achieve perfection in my service to you." What am I saying!! I thought. I was shaking in anticipation of my punishment. With I lowered voice I begged, "Mark me with your crop so that I will remember the lesson I learned today". I humbly lowered my head and continued "I am deserving and ready for my punishment, Ma'am."

"If you insist" was the reply I got. She held the tip of the riding crop near enough so that I could kiss it. Satisfied she removed the sodden pad from my soiled panty. This was to be my gag. I was made to open my mouth and she pushed the napkin in. I dared not resist. When I closed my mouth some of my jism squeezed out and I swallowed by reflex. She tied my hands behind my
back and secured them to a D ring in my collar. In this position I was unable to protect my bum with my hands. I was made to lean forward head down and rear end high in the air. Any question as to who was in control was answered. I was helpless. I could not move and I knew I had to receive
my punishment with grace if I was to be retained as her maid. I waited, trembling for what was going to be the most severe punishment I have receive from her so far. In fact the most severe punishment I have received from anybody, at least up until that day.

Instead of starting out slowly each swat was of equally fierce intensity. There was a mixture of pain and curiously enough a pinch of pleasure in the ordeal. Pleasure in knowing that I have learned a lesson today and through my punishment I was being forgiven. I knew this would help me to better serve my mistress. My semi-swollen member trapped in the front of the panty expressed
a sense of pleasure in my humiliation. I counted twelve swats before she stopped. My bum was on fire and I was sobbing. She examined my cheeks and concluded with an extra sway to the left one to ensure both received equal attention.

She released me. I was then made to continue serving them with my skirt pulled up exposing my burning bum to my great humiliation. I imagined that all four of my cheeks were equally red.

By now my bladder was bursting. I still had the napkin in my mouth and was unable to ask permission to relieve myself. In fact I realized that I was instructed not to talk unless spoken to and even without the gag I would be virtually gagged. Desperately, I squirmed squeezing my legs together making whimpering noises. This amused them greatly and laughing my mistress commented
"Seems my pet needs to relieve herself. Well I'm not ready yet." They went back to their conversation discussing different training methods. I was in agony. Occasionally a droplet of pee escaped to be absorbed in my g-string. I could not hold it for much more.

I then got on my hands and knees and crawled whimpering to my mistress like a puppy. I really had to go and this was the only way I could think of to convince her. She finally gave in not for my sake but to prevent me from peeing on her carpet. She took the leash and made me crawl to the bathroom. Our guest followed. I pulled down my panty while facing the toilet and immediately got a stinging swat across my buns. "That's not how we do it, pull them back up!". I knew what she wanted. After pulling my panty back up I turned around. I was required to sit when I pee. I caught a glimpse of my bum in the mirror and could see the beginning of purple bruises forming on both cheeks. When I sat I could feel a bitter sweet pain. I had some trouble since my erect cock was pointing up. Both ladies watched me with amusement and told me I had two minutes to finish. I had to push my

penis between my legs in order to pee. I was terribly embarrassed as I heard the trickle of my pee while these ladies stood there. When I finished I wiped my pussy and pulled my g-string back up.

The night ended abruptly after that. I was dismissed for the evening as the two ladies when out for dinner. At first I though I would be dismissed for good and was looking at my mistress with begging eyes. I was relieved to hear she wanted me back next Thursday and I said "Thank you, Ma'am!" as I left apartment 507.