Life with a Princess

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't even untied the strings of my apron, was
actually in the act of rinsing my hands under the kitchen tap when Pamela - I
mean 'Princess'- came wandering in. She looked around the area, as if
inspecting it. Obviously didn't see anything exciting, so smiled gently at me.
Held out a bunch of yellow silken material.
"Missy?" She said, "there's a few buttons need tightening up on this blouse.
Think you could take care of it?"

She was - is - a beautiful woman. About sizes with me, maybe a little taller.
Has a beautiful complexion, cornflower blue eyes, lustrous blonde hair falling
to her shoulders, a willowy figure, a good carriage, sulky pouty lips and a sexy
expression at all times - what more could any man want in a wife?

I looked at her, a combination of exasperation and adoration coursing through my
mind.
"Pamela? What are you doing? We just got back from our honeymoon this morning.
I've done the unpacking. I've done the wash. I made the dinner. I did the
clean up. Now you're asking me to sew - is that it? Sew buttons on your
blouse? I'm your husband! Not your bloody servant!"

A sort of puzzlement crossed her eyes. "But you're supposed to take care of me.
Isn't that what you promised? Isn't that what you told Dorothy?"
"Of course that's what I promised." I remonstrated. "But I took on the
obligations of a husband! You took on the obligations of a wife!"
"But Dorothy said .." She started.
"I don't care what your mother said." I said recklessly. "We have to establish
a relationship - and that reminds me. I think you should start calling me
'Mike'."

Her puzzlement was replaced by a sort of surprised amusement. "But everybody
calls you Missy. Why should I call you Mike? That's silly!"

I gritted my teeth. "My name is Michael Mitson. Always has been. Just because
the people in your mother's office started calling me something based on my last
name doesn't mean that you have to.."
"But your name isn't Michael Mitson any more, is it? Didn't you change your
name to mine when we got married?" She retorted with a little giggle. "Isn't
your legal name now 'Mr. Pamela Laird?"
She gave a little shrug of her shoulders and added. "Or would you rather be
called Pamela?"
"This is silly!" I argued. "You may have a point. But you are Pamela. I'm
Mike. We're married. I'm the husband, you're the wife!"

"Ok." She replied carelessly. "You're the husband. I'm the wife. If that's
all you need to make you happy. Now? Will you tighten up the sewing on these
buttons. This is one of my favorite blouses.."
"Sewing is a wife's job! Cooking is a wife's job! Looking after a husband is a
wife's job! Don't you understand?" I interrupted, letting my aggravation show.

Another curious expression crossed her face. "You expect me to do my own
sewing? And all that other kind of stuff?"
"Yes." I said patiently. "Just like all the other wives in the world."
She still seemed confused by all of this, as if it was something she'd never
considered - or even heard of before.
"And you called me 'Pamela'" she added, as if remembering this suddenly.
"Isn't that your name?" I asked with a little sarcasm.
"Everybody calls me 'Princess'" she said.
"That's ridiculous!" I replied. "You can't have a husband going around calling
you by the pet name your mother uses."
"Oh!" Was all she said, walking out of the kitchen, her blouse still in her
hand.

I actually felt a little sorry for the poor dear, but thought that an
introduction to the real aspects of married life was badly needed.

She didn't talk much to me that evening, and we didn't have sex again in bed.
As we had been married for over two weeks by that time and hadn't consummated
our marriage yet, it didn't come as much of a surprise. With all the traveling
and clean-up I'd worked at that day, I was pretty tired though, so fell asleep
before I'd time to think about it too much.

The following morning I left her sleeping as I got ready for work. I'd intended
to leave her breakfast for her to make herself but relented - after all, I had
been quite firm the night before - so made the coffee just the way she liked it,
poured her juice, prepared her cereal, and left her newspaper propped beside her
place mat just the way she'd told me she liked it. I actually thought of asking
her for some money to get my hair cut - it was actually getting far too long,
even for my pony tail - but decided against it. She could get quite grumpy if
awakened too early.

The girls at the office were all pleased to see me back, making sly remarks
about how tired I looked around the eyes. Alice, the office girl, brought me my
mug of coffee just the way I like it. I did say a little about how lovely Kauai
had been but phones started ringing so we were all busily engaged when Dorothy
came in.

My mother in law is a commanding presence. Tall, burnished copper hair,
piercing blue eyes, immaculately made up and coifed at any given time, a deep
contralto voice to complement her usual office attire of tailored, yet feminine,
suits and blouses. A woman of great confidence - and one that terrifies the
living shit out of me. I hid this fear, or so I thought, quite well.
"Hi Missy!" She called out as she came into the office. "Survived, did you?"
"Barely. Dorothy, barely." I joked back in the same tone.
She smiled a tight little smile, then went into her private office.

At that particular time, I held a sort of position in the office. It had never
really been defined, but it had some power as the girls - Mary, Jan, Liz, and
Gretch (short for Gretchen I think) who were the senior girls all deferred to my
opinion in things great and small. These girls were all extremely competent and
confident. Alice, the office girl, was younger. She was extremely feminine and
the other girls teased her about this on an ongoing basis. Not meanly of course
- more like older sisters giving the baby of the family a hard time.

Before I'd married Pamela (Princess) I'd worked there about six months. At
first the relationship with the girls had been extremely formal. Everyone,
except Dorothy of course, called me 'Mr. Mitson'. Where it had started, I'd no
idea, but gradually, this had been changed to 'Mitson', then 'Mitsy' then,
somehow or other, I'd discovered that they all were calling me 'Missy'. I'd
wanted to comment on this a number of times, but never could seem to pick the
right moment.
What made this feminine connotation of my name stand out was the fact that, in
contrast, their names were all so short - and authoritative somehow. The only
exception was Dorothy - which was the name that everyone used when speaking to,
or of, her - and Alice, of course.

To tell the truth, I was shy of women. When Princess started coming around the
office, I was amazed to discover first of all that she thought me 'cute'. Then,
somehow, we seemed to have established an 'understanding'. I was confused, but
what young man wants to admit that he's no idea why an attractive, rich, young
woman is interested in him? We dated a few times, but it was more her taking me
out than the other way around.

An interview with Dorothy established a prenuptial agreement - and somehow or
other made it a fact that I took on Pamela's name as my own. (I don't know what
cock and bull reason Dorothy came up with - but I gave in on that - as I gave in
on other matters). The wedding was quiet and private. After the ceremony we
flew to Kauai and spent two weeks lolling on the beach in front of Dorothy's
house there - at least Pamel - I mean Princess - lolled about while I prepared
meals and drinks. Now we were home, and I was rather pleased at the amount of
backbone I'd started to show.

Some time later, I was quite surprised to hear Liz say. "Well! Here's the bride
herself! Hi Princess! You're looking nice and tanned."
Princess was pleased with the attention and preened in front of all the girls
for a little while as they complimented her on her appearance and clothes - and
her tan of course. She smiled distantly at me but, as I was on the phone at the
time, just walked by me into Dorothy's office with a tiny wave. She was
carrying a shopping bag. 'Spending money again' I thought. 'Have to get her
out of that habit'.

I was still on the same phone call when Dorothy came out of her office.
"Missy! My office please! On the double!" She said loudly.
I gulped. She was mad about something. God! Was she ever. Quickly I
terminated my conversation and scurried into her office, all of the girls
averting their eyes as I did so.
"Shut the door Missy." She said kindly enough, "then come over and sit here."
I shut the door, confused. She sat in her normal big chair but instead of it
being behind her desk, it was pulled out onto the carpeted area. Princess sat
in the couch on the other side of the office. I was confused because there
weren't any other chairs close to Dorothy. I smiled hesitantly.
"Where Dorothy? Where do you want me to sit?"
"Here!"
"But there isn't a chair.."
"On my lap silly! On my lap! Get your tush over here. We're going to have a
little family discussion, and I want to keep it friendly. Ok?"

I certainly didn't want an unfriendly discussion with this woman, so walked to
her and, gingerly, lowered myself onto her lap. She put an arm around my
shoulders and pulled me back.
"Very good Missy! Now lean back into my shoulder. Cuddle in. There, that's
it! Comfy?"
"Yes Dorothy." I whispered.

She stiffened underneath me. "There! That's one thing we need to take care of
immediately. We're all family now, the three of us, right?"
"Yes Dorothy. You're right.."
"So enough of this 'Dorothy' business. I want you to call me 'Mummy'."
"Eh?" I said. "Mummy? But that sounds... Well, kinda childish. And everybody
calls you Dorothy - even Pa - I mean Princess."
"But I want you to call me Mummy. Isn't that enough for you? Do you want to
displease me?" She was whispering in my ear now, but there was a threat there,
with little or no attempt to hide it.
"Oh no!" I said quickly.
"Oh no what?" She demanded.
"No Mummy." I surrendered.

She relaxed and directed her next comment to Princess. "See? Wasn't I right? I
just knew that Missy here would be nice and agreeable. Didn't I tell you?"
"Yeah Dorothy, but what about..." Princess said.
"Hush Princess." Dorothy said gently. "Now, I'm going to tell you - and all the
girls in the office to tell me if Missy ever calls me anything but Mummy again."
She turned her mouth into my ear again and whispered. "It'd be, well, just like
you didn't want to admit that you're part of my family. Wouldn't it? And you'd
want to be reminded if you forgot, wouldn't you Missy?"
Red faced with humiliation, I replied. "Yes Mummy."

"There! That's settled." She said, allowing me to raise myself to a little
more erect position. "Now what's this about you refusing to do a little sewing
job for Princess? And all this nonsense about you being the husband, and her
being the wife? What's got into you? If I remember rightly you sat in my home
and assured me that you would do everything in your power to take care of my
little Princess."
"But I can't sew Mummy. I don't know how!" I protested.
"Well! Is that all it was? Why didn't you say so? I mean, you can learn,
can't you? And you want to learn, eh?"
"But Mummy?" I asked despairingly. "It's normally - well - usually the woman
who does things like that in a marriage."
"Like what?"
"Well? Like sewing and cooking and cleaning and..."

"That's ridiculous and it's the most sexist thing I've ever heard!" She
snapped. "You mean to tell me that you expect my Princess to cook and clean -
and all that other shit - for you?"
"Well, no Mummy. It's just..."
"Missy! You're really aggravating me. Are you going to sit here and refuse to
meet your agreement. If you are...?"
"Oh no Mummy! Oh no!" I dithered. "Nothing like that. Oh no! Nothing like
that at all."
"So you'll take care of Princess, just like you promised?"
"Yes Mummy."

She relaxed. "Princess? Go and ask Alice to come in her, would you and, while
you're at it? Ask Liz to move all of Missy's stuff down to that vacant desk
beside Alice's - he's going to be working alongside her for a while."
As usual, Princess pouted a little as usual at being asked to do anything but
stood up and shrugged. "Isn't Missy going to need this?" She asked, touching
the shopping bag she'd brought in with her.
"Oh yes. I'd forgotten that." Mummy said. "Give it over here."
Princess handed it over on her way out of the office. A few seconds later,
Alice peeked her head around the office door.
"You want me Dorothy?" She piped, smiling. Then a puzzled expression crossed
her eyes as she saw me sitting on Mummy's lap.

"I want you to teach Missy here how to sew properly." Mummy said. "For
practice? Teach her - I mean him - how to sew buttons on blouses first. Like
this one." And she reached into the bag and pulled out the yellow blouse from
the night before, then handed it to Alice, who immediately inspected it.
Alice smiled. "Oh that's easy. I'd be glad to do it. There isn't much work
here at all."
"That's very nice of you dear." Mummy said, "but Missy wants to learn how to do
it right, wants to please Princess don't you Missy? And don't you need lots of
practice, eh?"
"Yes Mummy." I whispered.
"So what I want?" She continued talking to Alice. "Missy is moving down to
beside your desk. Today I want you to cut all of the buttons off the blouse and
have Missy sew them on again until you're completely satisfied that they're sewn
back on properly. You know? Nice and neat and delicate. Have him do them a
number of times if necessary. Then, for the next month or so after that I want
you two to spend all your time together. By the end of that time Alice? I want
Missy to be an accomplished little housewife. Isn't that what you want too,
Missy?"

I thought I'd reached the end of my humiliation later when, after I'd agreed to
everything and was sneaking out the door, Mummy cracked the whip some more.
"And guess what Alice? Missy was too shy to mention it to you, but wants to say
'thanks' in a very special way, don't you Missy?"
I looked at her, dazed, no idea what she was talking about.
"Want me to tell her?"
I pretended a smile and nodded.
"Missy'll do the coffees for you - and if you want, he'll run little errands for
you when you don't have the time. Isn't that nice?"

"But I don't need any errands run, Dorothy - it's the other girls..." Alice
giggled, then the implication hit her. "You mean he'll run errands for the
other girls? Oh, he couldn't! I mean he'd be so embarrassed.."

Alice was the one embarrassed at first but I guess the sight of me sitting
making dainty little repairs to a feminine garment gradually reduced her respect
for me. I was making, serving, and cleaning up the coffee cups by
that afternoon - that is, when I wasn't working on my sewing. Mummy took all of
my other assignments away and spread them amongst the other girls. Actually
gave Alice quite a lot. "As he'll be doing a lot of your work now Alice,"
she'd explained, "you'll have more free time."

Princess dropped by to inspect my work before she left. Smiled approvingly at
my efforts. "Isn't Missy so nice, girls?" She called out. "It isn't many
husbands do this kind of thing for their wives, is it?"
And the girls came by to examine my progress and agree that I had to be the
sweetest husband in the world - and didn't I have the tiniest little hands for
sewing?

Alice was a competent, though firm, teacher. By the end of that day, she was
complimenting me on the tiny stitching I had become capable of. "You've done
well Missy." She told me. "Now tonight? Ask Princess if she has any repairs
she wants done to her lingerie. If she does, bring them in tomorrow and we'll
work on that. Of course, if she wants anything else done, you'd better bring
that in first."

The announcement about me calling Dorothy 'Mummy' was made later that day. I
also discovered that my workday would from then on be only six hours Monday
through Thursdays - to allow me enough time to get home and cook dinner. I was
also given Fridays off to provide me enough time to 'help' Princess with the
housework. This occasioned some jealousy from the other girls at first - but
they knew damn well who was actually going to be doing the housework at my place
- and they got such a kick out of hearing me call Dorothy 'Mummy' that it was
soon forgotten.

At home that evening, Princess was really nice to me as I was tidying away the
dinner dishes I'd just washed.
"I'm really sorry Missy. I didn't want to bring Dorothy into our first quarrel
- but I hope you see that I just had to. You were being so unreasonable - and
see? It didn't take too long for you to learn how to do a nice job of fixing my
blouse, now did it?"
I blushed though whether at the compliment, or the reminder of the spineless way
I'd behaved, I couldn't tell. Thought it might now be a good time to ask, with
her being in an apologetic frame of mind.

"Dear? Could you possibly give me money for tomorrow?"
"But I always give you lunch money." She replied.
"I meant a little extra." I wheedled, smiling sweetly.
She frowned a little. "What for?"
"I really need a haircut. It's getting awfully long." I said.
"Let's see." She said. "Take the band off, and let your hair down."

I took the rubber band off and could feel my hair fan out at the back.
"Mmmmm." She said, feeling my hair. "You really have pretty hair. Nice body.
But I don't think I want you cutting it just yet. Can't really understand why
you'd want to. So maybe later. Ok?"
I knew better than argue. "Oh sure dear. That's fine." I said picking up the
rubber band.
"But hold on a minute." She said. "Here, let me try something to help show
your hair off. C'mere."
She led me across the room to a coffee table. A piece of scarlet lacy material
lay there. Then she twisted my hair into a sort of loose braid, then inserted
it through the scarlet band. It was elasticized, so held my hair in place.
Horrified, I knew that I was wearing a girl's lace hair band.

"There!" She smiled happily. "Just knew it needed something. Now doesn't that
look much better?"
I sighed inwardly, frightened to show any sign of disagreement. I looked in the
mirror, put my hand up delicately to the back of my head. Pretended to consider
her point.
"Oh yes dear. It makes it much tidier." I said agreeably.
"I meant prettier! Don't you think you look much prettier?" She asked.
I reddened. "Well. Now that you mention it, I guess you're right. Much
prettier."
"Well?" She asked.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to thank me for making you prettier?"
"Thank you Princess." I said as gratefully as I could.
"De nada." She smiled regally, with a tiny wave of her hand.

I started to untie my apron strings, but then the shock hit me. I'd forgotten
to ask her if she need any sewing repairs to any of her other clothes. What
would she - or Mummy - say if they found out I'd ignored Alice's order? I spoke
quickly.
"Oh, almost forgot Princess. Do you need any more sewing repairs to anything?"
She thought for a second or two.
"Yes. I'm pretty sure I do. There's at least one of my slips, and a couple of
my nightdresses have what looks like the start of seams splitting. Why? Do you
want to work on them just now?"
"Oh no dear." I said. "Alice just though she could show me how to do different
kinds of sewing tomorrow. I was going to take them to work."

"Very good! What a nice idea. Isn't it nice of Alice to take the time to show
you all this neat stuff? Here, I'll go and get them."
"Oh, there's no hurry." I said. "You can give them to me in the morning."
"Well, I was going to ask you to rinse out my undies anyway," she said "this
way, you can do the ones needing repair as well."
"Rinse out your undies?" I faltered.
"If you don't mind? And give them a touch up with an iron as well? I like my
undies nice and fresh feeling. And I sure wouldn't want you to take something
into work that wasn't freshly laundered either. Wouldn't want any of the girls
thinking that you weren't taking proper care of me, would I?"

Actually, I rather enjoyed rinsing her delicate undies out, they felt so soft,
silky, and luxurious. I put them on a cool dry cycle in the dryer not wanting to
damage them and, following Princesses advice, took them out while they were
still a little damp so that they'd iron nicely.

She let me set up the ironing board so that I could watch television with her,
and iron at the same time. I was really nervous as I'd never ironed anything
before, let alone such delicate satiny underthings, but I used a cool iron and
took a lot of care, so was quite pleased when I'd done everything without
mishap. I actually felt quite proud at the small piles of vibrantly colored and
pastel panties, slips, and nighties stacked in front of me by the time I'd
finished. I'd even given her garter belts (Princess abhors panty hose) a touch
with the iron as well, so she was thrilled at my thoughtfulness as well - "Marta
never did them for me" she said. "I'll let you know if I can tell the
difference tomorrow." She added.

At this point, I should probably let you in on a few things that I've forgotten
to mention. Before our wedding, Princess had lived with her mother in a
penthouse suite in the building we currently stayed in - two floors above our
current residence, an apartment much bigger than our actual needs - given to us
by Dor - Mummy as a wedding present. From the moment she was born, Princess was
treated like royalty. I've no idea what happened to her father, he just seems
to have disappeared, and it is not too smart to even raise the subject of
fathers around Princess or her mother.

On the subject of money, I'd made myself completely dependent on my wife. Mummy
had indicated that she felt Princess was in need of experience in controlling
the finances of running a home. Accordingly, my wages were automatically
deposited in Princesses checking account. (I'd been under the impression that it
was going to be a joint account, but obviously must have misunderstood).
Princess wasn't keen on handing me any money. I had to account for every dime I
spent - and give her the change from my daily allowance. Lunchtime was always
humiliating - I had to sit (usually) with three women and calculate to the penny
what my share of the bill - and tip, was.

Marta was her mother's maid. Had been for years, and was totally devoted to the
family - me excluded. She was of some mid-European origin, and had a touch of a
Slavic pronunciation in her speech, but I could never quite place it. A hive of
energy. Always neat and efficient in a series of maid's uniforms and aprons.
Quite soon after our return Princess started comparing everything I was doing to
how Marta would have done it - and usually to my detriment.

I found, to my sorrow, the very next day that I had better not be too far behind
Marta's level of excellence.

I'd thought I'd been very good. At the office, I ran some errands for Liz and
Gretch. Alice helped me deliver the coffees, though I did have to do the clean
up myself. She'd also shown me how to effect the tiny repairs necessary for
Princess's lingerie. I'd had to rip some of my attempts out a number of times,
but Alice told the other girls that I showed a really good aptitude as a
seamstress. She even had me take in a sample of my work that she was really
impressed with and show it to Mummy.

Mummy got the strangest expression on her face as she looked at it. It happened
to be a full length slip. Light blue satin, with lace trim in a sort of beige
shade.

As she turned it over and over in her hands, I had the feeling that she wasn't
inspecting my work at all. She really couldn't have been, as she was staring at
me rather intently with only her hands running over the material again and again
while she made little appreciative noises deep in her throat.
"You're starting to please me Missy. Do you know that?" She purred.

I blushed. More and more, I was reddening at what was being said to me. In
many respects I knew it was embarrassment at being talked at, as if I was some
sort of little girl. In others, it was as if I was feeling complimented for
things that I'd never been noticed for before.

She smiled, as if she knew my innermost feelings.
"You blush so nicely. All pink and girlish, but there's nothing wrong with
that. I mean, it's got to be fun working with these pretty things of
Princesses, eh?" She asked.
"Yes. Well, no. I mean, yes I guess." I stammered.
"Ever thought of trying something pretty like this on? I'd bet Princess
wouldn't mind." She was holding the slip up towards me. "Bet it'd fit. Maybe
a little big for you, but you'd look really cute in something satiny like this -
don't you think?"

I took a deep breath, trying to find my composure. Somehow, I knew that if
something didn't happen quickly, my mother in law was going to have me wearing
the slip she was holding in her hands. Luckily, Gretch came bursting into the
office with an emergency. I managed to sneak out in the resulting confusion
and, other when I delivered her coffee, didn't see Mummy for the rest of the
afternoon.

Living close to the office, I didn't need to drive. It was a glorious
afternoon, so I took my time getting home. It dawned on me that the only
freedom I was being allowed was between the apartment and the office. At all
other times of the day or night, I was under the control of my wife, my mother
in law - or lets face it, Alice the office girl. I dawdled, there was no
question about it. I probably took about ten minutes more than I normally take.
Then I discovered that even my travel to and from my work was not to be mine
either.

"Where have you been!" Princess snapped at me the minute I got home.
"Walking home." I explained. "It was such a lovely day..."
"You didn't ask my permission!" She barked.
"Oh c'mon Princess!" I started. "Since when do I have to.. Ow! Ow! Ow!"
My remarks were cut short with Princess grabbing one of my ears and pulling me
along into the kitchen.
"Just be quiet and listen!" She snarled. "I'm extremely unhappy with you
today. I was going to punish you the minute you came home. Do you think I feel
any kinder to you when I have to wait another ten minutes? Do you?"

I could only yowl, she was twisting my ear so hard as she pushed me through the
door opening.
"Get in there where you belong! Start getting dinner ready. And I better not
hear another word out of you until after dinner! And? Go put a nice frilly
apron on Missy - and your hair band. Be a nice little sissy Missy for
Princess!"

I found a hostess type apron. Quite small, made of a sort of lace material, and
scarlet in color to match my hair band. Then I started preparing dinner. I was
scared to let Princess see me in case the apron wasn't what she wanted, but when
I went to set the table I had to pass by her. She nodded her head approvingly,
then spoke in a far nicer tone.
"Yes. That's better. Go and get me a drink. Gin and tonic - there's a girl."

Mummy had referred to me as a 'her' earlier, but then corrected herself. My
wife was now referring to me directly as a girl. I felt a surge of shame within
me, but said nothing. Even managed a little smile as I went and did her
bidding. When I brought her drink back I then proceeded to demonstrate why I
was being treated the way I was. She smiled nicely at me as she took the drink
from the tray. I think she was just as astounded as I was when I bobbed a
little curtsey. I'll never know what possessed me, it was over and done before
I had a chance to even think about it.

She put her drink on the end table beside her and clapped her hands quietly.
"How nice!" She beamed. "That was really nice. Thank you dear." Then she
picked her drink up and took a sip, then looked at me again, nodding.
"Very good. You can go now Missy."
And damned if I didn't do it again! Scarlet with a mixture of rage,
humiliation, and anger at my own spinelessness, I turned and left the room, the
sound of Princess's giggles following me.

She had me take the apron off before I sat down to dinner, though I did have to
keep the hair ribbon on. I had made a nice Caesar salad and she was very
complimentary about it. As I rose to start clearing the table, she said
quietly. "No Missy. Sit for a minute."
I lowered myself back into my chair. Fearful of what was coming. She gave me a
stern look.
"You know why I was mad at you of course?"
I allowed myself an inward sigh of gratitude at her use of the past tense.
"No Princess. Honestly, I don't. Honest." I breathed sorrowfully.
"Oh come on! You must know of the careless job you did when you ironed my
undies. One of my slips and a couple pair of panties were just very poorly
done."
My mouth dropped open. "But Princess! It was my very first time. I'm sorry if
I did something wrong. But I don't know what it was. I really tried to be
careful."
"Careful indeed! It was a careless, sloppy job of ironing - that's what it was,
and I'm not used to wearing my lingerie, feeling as if it were some kind of
dishrag!"

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry!" I gasped, getting worried again.
"I was going to put you over my knee and give you a damn good spanking." She
said confidently. "But you've been so nice this evening - and I've come up with
an idea that might not be so hurtful for you. After the dishes are done, come
and see me."
I saw my chance to get in some more brownie points. "I was going to rinse out
the stuff you wore today Princess."
It worked fairly well. A little smirk of satisfaction crossed her face.
"Well I won't delay you too long. I'd tell you more, but I don't want to
overload your little brain. So run along now."

Gratefully, I rose from the table and hurried into the kitchen. My obedience
had won me some respite from whatever it was she had planned to punish me with.
If I kept it up, maybe she would forget it altogether.

This, however, was wishful thinking on my part. When I reported back to her,
she instructed me to go into the shower. Gave me some spray on stuff and a
ladies safety razor, and explained just how smooth I was to be when I reported
to her again.

Completely denuded of all body hair, and powdered with her favorite talc, I
reported to her about an hour later. She had indicated that she would give me a
thorough inspection, so I just threw a robe on, then met with her in our
bedroom.

She grinned as she inspected under my arms and around my privates. Sniffed with
appreciation as she caught the delicate scent I was now imbued with. Luckily, I
hadn't cut myself anywhere which pleased her no end.
"Ok Missy. You've done a good job. Now, out of that robe and into these."
With that, she held up a handful of ladies undies.

I paused, recognizing a set of crimson and black lace-edged teddies and panties
I'd ironed the night before. There were a garter belt and nylons in her hand as
well. I licked my lips nervously.
"Ha ha Princess. You're joking, aren't you?"
"Stop your babbling. Step into these panties." She commanded, holding them out
in front of me, opened.
"Please?" I said, but stepped into the flimsy garment. She pulled them up into
position.
"Please what?" She giggled, giving my backside a sharp slap. "Let me get this
garter belt on you. Stand still now!"

It didn't take long for her to fasten it around me, then pull the suspender
straps down through the panty legs. "Now, step into the teddies." She said.
"There! That's a good girl!"
Seconds later, I was in the teddies. Quickly, she pulled the straps up and had
me slide my arms through the shoulder straps, then she snapped a little belt
thing that fastened under my crotch. I was now enclosed in the satiny underwear,
with suspender straps hanging uselessly down my thighs. In some sort of
defensive move, I hugged myself.

"Oh stand up straight for goodness sake!" She snapped, punctuating her comment
with a resounding spank on my satin covered buttock. It stung, and I squealed,
but straightened up to her satisfaction.
"I wasn't going to have you wear a bra," she said going to a drawer and pulling
one that matched what I was wearing, "but the teddy just hangs on you and you
need something to fill it out. Luckily, this bra has a little padding, so we
probably won't need anything else. Here, stop being so bloody useless! Give me
a hand!"

And, with some pulling and stretching, I was wearing a bra as well. A few
minutes later, I had been shown how to put nylons on properly, keeping the seams
straight, and how to adjust the suspender straps for proper fit.

Then she said, "I don't think my shoes will fit you, but there's a pair in the
spare bedroom I was going to give to the goodwill. They're a little big for me,
but they might just fit you. Away and get them. We'll see how they are when
you get back. But here, before you do. You can put your apron and hair braid
on. They're not a perfect match, but they're not bad."

Minutes later, I was searching through the goodwill bag in the spare bedroom.
Walking there had been an experience. The shame at being dressed and treated
like a girl - by my wife for goodness sake! - Was still there, but there was an
underlying breathy excitement as well. The feeling of the dainty straps at my
shoulders, back, and thighs. The little tugs and compression’s of satins and
lace touching other layers of exotic materials next to my skin was incredible.
And not to be denied, a sort of wondrous excitement at being under the complete
control of my increasingly dominant wife. What was she going to do to me next?

I found the shoes but didn't try them on. Carried them back with me to the
bedroom. As I got to the door, I heard her say , "Oh that's a good idea! Bring
them along as well then, would you dear?" And she hung up the phone.
I didn't know who she was talking to, more concerned about the shoes in my hand.
They actually fitted me quite well, but they were a little high in the heel.
"It's not that I care about that," she said. "But they really do clash with the
rest of your outfit. Never mind. I've got something else that might work.
Before we put them away for the night, let's see how well you can walk in them."

She had me walk up and down the room a number of times. Even I could sense my
growing capability the sixth or seventh time. Then the door bell rang.
"That'll be Marta." Princess said. "Away and get the door for her Missy,
there's a girl."
I blanched. "But...But.."
"Missy!"
She gave me a sharp slap on my behind. Quickly, I scurried downstairs, then
opened up the front door for Marta.

She stood there, eyes narrowed, inspecting me. "If you worked for me, young
lady, you'd learn to dress properly, not running around like a floozy in your
underwear. I don't know how Princess puts up with it. You'd better never let
Dorothy see you that way! Here! Take these to your mistress!" She was holding
out two pairs of shoes.
"I'm not a lady." I said sharply, "and I won't have you.."
She reached in through the doorway and took a firm grip of my earlobe.
"Damn right you're not a lady!" She snarled. "You're a damned pansy-sissy.
That's what you are! Here!" And she let my ear go as she pushed the shoes
towards me.

"Aren't you coming in, Marta?" I said, docile now, taking the shoes from her.
"Maybe Princess wants to talk to you?"
"No. I know she's busy. If the shoes don't fit, bring them back to me. Right
away."
"Thank you Marta." I said meekly to her back as she turned and walked down the
hall.

On the way back upstairs, terror started to mount in me. Suppose the shoes
didn't fit? If I told Princess what Marta had said, would she send me up two
flights of stairs to return the shoes? Somehow, I was sure she would - and the
thought of going out in public in my new undies was more than I could bear.

But I needn't have worried. Marta's shoes fit me perfectly, and the heels were
reasonable in height. I couldn't figure it out. Marta had sent two pairs. The
pretty red ones that matched my undies with the heels was the pair I was
wearing. The others were a pair of low heeled brogues - almost like a pair I
owned myself.

Princess had changed into a pair of lounging pajamas and a matching robe while
she'd had me practicing walking in my new shoes. She sat at the chair in front
of her dressing table.
"Over here Missy. You can take the pins out of my hair, and give it a good
brush. Here, use this brush."

And, my hair in a lacy tie, my body encased in scarlet satin teddies, my legs
encased in smoky nylon, and wearing high heels, I stood like any lady's maid and
brushed my wife's long blonde hair. Every so often, her hand would snake out
behind her, and she'd caress my legs or tease the ruffled edge of my teddies or
panties.

After about ten minutes, she finally spoke. "You know why I've made you wear
these pretties, Missy?" She purred.
"Because I didn't iron them properly?" I asked hesitantly.
"Well that's the basic reason of course, but it's mainly to let you feel just
how uncomfortable it is to be wearing improperly ironed undies. Now do you
understand?"

I licked my lips nervously. "Not really Princess."
"Well you can tell the difference between them and properly ironed ones
- surely?"
Before I could respond, she giggled. "Oh, how stupid of me! You've never
really worn properly ironed undies, have you? So how could you possibly tell?
I can be so dopey at times!"

She giggled a little to herself for a moment then stood up. "There, that's
enough. Why don't you sit down, and I'll do your hair. Doesn't that sound like
fun?"
It didn't actually, but I wasn't going to be so stupid as say something like
that. In all honesty though, once she'd removed my hair band and had been
brushing my hair for a few minutes, I did find it very relaxing. So much so
that I got sleepier and sleepier.

In a real daze, I sleepily realized that she had stopped brushing my hair. I'd
been feeling the soft touch of her fingers at my throat, behind my ears and, for
some reason, at my wrists. Her touch was unusually cool, and a delightful
fragrance seemed to be enveloping us. I found myself leaning more into her
body, then her hands were tilting my face up towards her, and she was now
touching my lips, gliding her finger smoothly across them, giving feather light
little touches.

Then, I discovered that my mouth was sort of sticking together, and there was a
'perfume' taste on my tongue. I opened my eyes just in time to see Princesses
face coming down onto mine, her eyes gleaming in a way I'd never seen before.
Her hands were now behind my head, and she lifted me up until our lips met. We
hadn't kissed all that much, but this was far different than anything I'd ever
felt before.

There was still an element of 'stickiness' between us, and the her scent seemed
stronger somehow. Then, one of her hands left the back of my neck and started
down my body, caressing me under the satin clothing. The next thing, I was up
from the chair, and being led to the bed. On the way there, I had the
realization what was going on. It was my perfume I was smelling. It was my
lipstick that I was tasting, and I was being led to the bed like any young
bride.

And we consummated our marriage there. As to who played the normal roles, I've
no idea. I did have the male instrument, but I'm pretty sure it was used by her
in the manner she wanted. I was simply there as a sort of living vibrator -
with feminine trappings. I can't say I minded though - it was glorious. We
both came about the same time, then lay panting on top of the bed. I fell
asleep almost immediately.

I awoke to find her lips on mine, her arm possessively around me. I snaked my
arms around her neck and lifted my lips to kiss her. She climbed on top of me.
Straddled me, looking down and grinning a soft seductive smile. Traced her
fingertips down the underside of my arms.
"You're nice and soft.. Know that? I should have you put on a pretty nighty
last night. You're so like a girl. Do you like being all soft and silky and
sweet smelling? All submissive? I'll have to get you a new name - Melissa?
Priscilla? Margaret? Any of these you like?"

I couldn't help it. Giggled, and the sound that I made was decidedly girlish,
even to my ears. "Oh c'mon Princess." I then protested weakly. "That's not
fair."
"What's not fair? What on earth are you talking about?" She said, but she was
grinning.
"Well. It was you that made me wear these clothes. It was you that put the
perfume on me..."
"Oh shush Priscilla!" She said a little impatiently. "I'm only doing what you
want me to do. Here's an offer for you. I've decided that I'm going to put you
over my knee and spank you on your panties. If you can stop me? I'll never
call you by a girl's name again. I won't force you to put on girl's clothes, or
makeup, or perfume. But I'm going to spank you, amn't I? Do you know why?"
I shook my head, too frightened to speak.
"Because I'm stronger than you for one. Because I want to for two. Because you
want me to as well. So fight me. Let's see if you can stop me. Ok Priscilla?"

I felt a surge of pride rise in me. So she thought all these things, huh? I'd
show her! I got to my feet and started to struggle as soon as she got off me.

Without the appearance of the slightest bit of effort, she closed with me. I
saw our reflection in the mirrors around the room - and it closely resembled two
girls wrestling, little squeals and gasps coming from each, but not for long.
She had been right, she was much stronger than I was, and I found myself being
forced back onto the bed. Soon after, she was sitting down again, with me on my
back lying over her knees. Arms and legs weakly flailing I struggled, to
absolutely no avail - she even took the time to caress me through the material
of my undies and even adjusted one of the shoulder straps of my teddy while I
writhed in complete futility underneath her. Then she kissed me firmly. "Spanky
time dear." She whispered, and turned me over so that I was facing down.

Wriggling and writhing in my satin underclothes, I found myself gradually
accepting her domination. Squealing and whimpering, I felt her body tense as
she lifted her hand.

The spanking was a total surprise, consisting of a series of little 'love taps'
on my posterior. Trembling in total humiliation and subjugation, I finally lay
there, and tearfully admitted that the name Priscilla was to be her name for me
while we were alone, and that I'd always answer to it - like the good little
girl I was.
Finally, she let me up.
"Ok Priscilla. Need to get you fresh undies and pick out a dress for you to
wear to the office. You'll need to hurry and shower though. You've wasted a
lot of my time with this nonsense of yours. Dorothy might get real mad if
you're late and she thinks it's because you've been tarting yourself up."

"Undies? A dress? Tarting myself up? Princess! What are you saying! You
can't mean it!" I stammered vehemently.
"Course I can, you silly little goose." She argued. "It's about time you
dressed properly for your job."
"D.D.D.D. Dressed?"
"Yes. You're the office girl now, or hadn't that struck you - least that's how
it looks to me. Doing what Alice tells you. Running little errands for the
other girls. To my way of thinking, you may as well dress the part - and
anyway, I want you to start dressing like a girl."
"But they'll think it's me that wants to be dressing that way."
"Well, they're bloody stupid if they do. You're my little girl from here on -
and I want to be sure that everyone knows it! And anyway? If I want you to
start dressing like a girl, aren't you going to want that too? Just to please
me?"

I knew it was hopeless. She was already laying out a new set of satin undies on
top of the bed for me.
"Please Princess! Just one more day. Please?"
She paused, and I pressed some more. "Honest. I'll be good. Just one more
day. I'll put a dress on tomorrow. Please?"

She relented a little. "Well. Tell you what, let's compromise. You'll wear
your undies to work, but you can put your regular clothes on over them.."
"Oh thank you Princess. Thank you." I bubbled.
"I'm not finished yet!" She said sternly. "At lunchtime I want you to take
Alice with you to Melissa's boutique. There's a sweater there that I think
might look nice on you - a really pretty angora, yellow. I want you to go and
try it on. Make sure that the sleeves come halfway down your forearm. If they
don't? Get the green one instead. Melissa will know what one I'm talking
about. If they do? Buy it, then keep it on for the rest of the afternoon.
I gulped. "Wear it back to the office? But Princess.."
"Or you can put on a dress now. Let me see .."

I capitulated immediately. "But I'll need money Princess."
"To buy the sweater? No. I've got a charge there. As a matter of fact?
There's a really pretty shorty nightgown and robe set in yellow. Buy that for
yourself while you're at it. You can wear them tomorrow night."

I knew that my underwear straps were easy to see under my shirt, but everybody
in the office pretended not to see them, except Liz. She actually came and
snapped my bra strap, then gazed a challenge at me until I dropped my eyes. I
wasn't too comfortable with the fact that my nylons showed between the gap at
the bottom of my pants and the brown loafers of Marta's that Princess made me
wear - but no one made any comment with regard to that. There was one stroke of
luck. I had been frightened of what Mummy would say, but she didn't show up that
morning.

When I asked Alice to come to Melissa's boutique to help me buy a sweater, she
was really pleased. It wasn't too far from the office, so we just walked. It
being lunchtime, there were quite a few women in the store, who gave me curious
glances - that got even more penetrating when I had to try on the yellow angora
sweater.

I don't really know what I expected to do. Princess had made it abundantly
clear that I was to wear one of the sweaters back to the office, come what may.
Stupidly, I tried to avoid looking as if I were buying it for me.

Melissa herself met us. A small dynamic woman, she had all the poise and self
confidence of a successful entrepreneur, which she was.
"Ah!" She said, seeing Alice and I enter her shop. "You must be Missy?
Princesses husband?" She said this coming forward to shake my hand. I smiled
back at her and introduced Alice. The two women smiled at each other.
"There's a yellow sweater here that Princess is very keen on." I said to
Melissa. "Thought I'd pick it up?"
"Yellow sweater? Princess? She doesn't... Oh! You mean the one for you?"
I reddened. Quickly she put a consoling arm on mine.
"Oh Missy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you. You just surprised me
is all." She said softly. "C'mon through. I know the sweater you mean and the
changing room is empty just now. I assume you want to try it on?"

What could I do? Meekly, I followed her through into another area, Alice
tagging along, pointing out some of the lovely clothes on display. Melissa
produced the sweater from nowhere. It was yellow. No doubt about it - a bright
lemony shade, soft and feminine looking.
"It's the sleeves that Princess is worried about.." I started.
"I know." Melissa said. "But I don't know what she's going on about. I've
told her that they're a modified dolman, and this size will have the sleeve
length just where she wants it - halfway down the forearm. Just wait till you
try it on - it'll be dreamy on you. You'll love it!"

She ushered us through into the fitting room which, as she'd said was empty.
Then she left Alice and me together. "You might need a hand with these back
fastening buttons. They're pretty tight until you've worn it a couple of
times." She said as she left. "Maybe your little friend can help? While
you're doing that, I'll get that nighty and robe set that Princess wants for
you."

I stood there, blushing. I knew that Alice was perfectly aware of my undies,
but the taking off of my jacket and shirt just seemed impossible. She helped
though. "C'mon Missy. Better get it on. I don't think you want to be changing
and have some other lady come in, do you?"
I shook my head, and divested myself of my jacket and shirt. She held the
sweater open for me as I dived into it as quickly as I could.

I have to admit that the angora felt wonderful over the satin material of my
undies - it even felt good where it rubbed against the bare areas of my skin
that it did come in contact with, though it was a little on the itchy side. The
sleeves came down to the middle of my forearms, just as Princess had requested.
This made me somewhat happier - at least I didn't have to try on another
sweater. Alice took some time with the small fasteners at the back. "They've
really made these loops for these buttons real tight. You'll maybe have to have
Princess help you get undressed tonight." She giggled. "But it feels so nice,
you maybe won't want to take it off, eh?"

The sweater was actually quite plain, apart from the fluffy look of the
material. Fitted quite loosely and seemed to round my shape out considerably.
Came down to about the hip level.
It was extremely feminine - and this wasn't diminished when Melissa returned and
'suggested' that she fill in my bra cups with a little tissue. This completed,
I was showing small, but unmistakably, feminine mounds.

I was sensually aroused by the feel of the sweater - and I was starting to
realize that there was an underlying enjoyment of the intense humiliation I was
undergoing in being effeminized. But more was to come.
"Think I'd better get back to the office." I said , my mouth dry with
excitement. "Where's my jacket?"
"Your jacket?" Melissa asked sharply. "You're not intending to wear that
grungy jacket over your new sweater? Surely not?"

"I can't go back to the office looking like this!" I said defensively.
"Well! We agree about that!" Melissa countered. "Quick! Get these pants,
garter belt and stockings off. I'll get you a nice pair of pants that'll go
with that sweater just lovely - or would you rather wear a skirt? If you would,
you can keep the garter belt and stockings on..."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, shaken. "I'm not going to take my pants
off.."
"You're not walking out of here looking like that!" Melissa said in no
uncertain tones.
"You want me to walk out of here in women's pants?" I asked incredulously.

Melissa looked amazed. "Missy? You've got satin teddies, panties, a bra,
nylons, women's shoes and, if my nose doesn't deceive me, you've had perfume on
within the last twenty four hours. These pants you have on are men's pants.
They do not go with the rest of your clothes. Not only that? They do not match
your new sweater! You walk out of here like that over my dead body! Get these
pants off!"
"But Melissa?" I began weakly, but was interrupted by Alice's hand on my arm.
"Missy? She's right. Why don't you at least try the pants she'll show you. If
you don't think they're right? Well?"
"But Princess didn't tell me to.."
"Trust me Missy!" Melissa broke in. "She probably didn't think about it.
She's one of my best customers. If I let you leave that way, she'd be really
mad at me. I'd stake my life on it."

"She doesn't like pantyhose at all." I said, trying to retain at least some
measure of authority.
"Boy! Do I know that!" Melissa said. "But as you can't wear any kind of
suspender belt under the pants I have in mind, I've got some nice thigh-highs
you'll like. Trust me, she won't hassle you."

I didn't like the feeling of the thigh-highs but the pants were cream colored,
smooth, soft, jersey type material that clung to my hips, then seemed to fall
away quite gracefully. There was a suggestion of my undies showing, but not
enough to worry about. I looked at the decidedly feminine man/ woman? Who
looked back at me from the mirror.
"That really is much nicer Missy." Alice whispered in my ear. "She's not just
trying to sell you something."

"Oh. Ok." I capitulated. Then realized that the pants had no pockets. Stood
helplessly patting myself on the rear-end.
"But my wallet Melissa? How am I going to carry.."

She held out a little clutch handbag towards me. "Here Missy. A little present
for being so good. I took the liberty of putting your wallet in there - and
some complimentary cosmetics." She looked at her watch as I took the small
handbag from her hand.
"Sorry deary. Gotta run. You look really nice. Here's your new nighty." She
handed me a paper carry-bag with the name of her store all over it. "Hope
you'll come back. Princess is a good customer. Hope you won't hold me making
you.."
"Melissa?" Alice interrupted. "I'm sorry. But would you have a hair tie?"
"Of course." Melissa answered. "But you don't ... Oh! I see!"

With that, she rummaged around in a drawer, then handed a yellow one over to
Alice. She looked at her watch again. "Sorry girls. Gotta run. Bye!"

I took a deep breath. Managed a shaky grin. "Guess it's time I faced the
world, eh?"
"Well Missy? Why don't you wear this hair tie? And maybe? Just a little bit
lipstick?"
I looked at my friend, almost in tears. "You too?"

She sighed. "Missy? You're almost looking like a girl now. With the hair tie
and a bit lipstick, nobody will give you a second look as we get back to the
office. Honest! I'm not being mean. You do look like a girl now. The handbag
helps, your sweater and pants help. But just a little more?"

We used the lipstick from my handbag that Melissa had given me - a sort of pale
orange. Then, my pony tail fanned out a little, and tied with a piece of
elasticized yellow ribbon - I wasn't given a second look as we strolled back to
the office, my carry bag advertising the fact that I shopped at Melissa's
boutique. I did shudder as we went in, but things weren't too bad that
afternoon - with one exception.

Dorothy - Mummy, I mean, came back to the office about two o'clock. She saw me
and made an exaggerated reaction that everyone saw, though she said nothing at
the time. A little while later, she came out of her office and cooing about how
'nice' I was beginning to look, put her arm around my shoulder and led me to a
clear area of the office, calling out to all the girls that she had something to
say. Once she had all their attention, she started.
"Isn't Missy looking nice today, girls?"
Everybody grinned and various complimentary remarks came from all sides.

Mummy smiled, then looked serious. "But there possibly just possibly, be a
problem here, that just crossed my mind."
I had no idea of what she was talking about, but knew that it, whatever 'it'
was, was going to humiliate me some more. I couldn't have been more correct -
maybe I was starting to develop the so-called 'feminine intuition'?
Mummy continued. "Now we have a ladies room and a gents room. Missy here has
always used the gents - as was only right and proper. But now, other than him?
The only other people who use it are customers, right? Now how do you think
some man would feel if he was in there .. Doing whatever it is that men do, and
Missy here came out of one of the stalls?"
The girls all laughed out loud. I heard someone say "Faint?"

"Zactly!" Mummy continued. "Now. I don't know about you, but I'd hate to lose
a customer that way. Bad for business?"
There was a chorus of agreement.
"So what I was just thinking? If none of you had any major objection? Maybe
Missy should start using the ladies?"
The response wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but there were no arguments either.

Mummy kissed me softly on the cheek. "Wasn't that nice of them Missy? Now you
can be even more like one of the girls. Aren't you going to say a nice thank
you?"
Spinelessly I answered. "Oh yes Mummy." Then I turned to my co-workers.
"Thank you ladies" I said. And, at three o'clock, handbag in hand, I joined
the ladies before the afternoon break. Alice worked on my hair as much as
circumstance, and the lack of equipment would allow, then had me freshen my
lipstick alongside Liz, who was using the mirror. When I left the office to go
home, there wasn't anybody I could think of who would take me for anything other
than a (rather shy) young girl.

Remembering the trouble I'd got myself into the day before for loitering on my
way home instead of hurrying to serve Princess, I didn't make the same mistake.
I was home much quicker.
As I let myself into the house, I heard the sound of women's laughter, and
someone saying "My god Princess, this place is huge! What do you have in mind
for all these rooms - and are you thinking of getting some a servant?"
"Not really.." I heard Princess say, as she and three young women about her age
swept into the foyer.

"Oh hi sweetie!" She called out noticing me. "My! You're home early today.
Come here and meet some of the ladies from the club. Sorry. I'd forgot to tell
you it's my turn to be hostess tonight." Then she turned to the women. "Girls?
I'd like you to meet my husband, Missy?"

All three of them were very sophisticated looking in tailored suits and blouses,
but almost all of them did comical double takes. One recovered quicker than the
others. "You did say 'husband' Princess?" Then she came forward and took my
hand. "Missy is it? A pleasure."
"Oh yes. He demands that I call him that." Princess said. "He gave me a real
lecture the other night. All about the responsibilities of husbands and wives -
and all that junk."

As the other two introduced themselves and shook my hand, one fingered the
material of my sweater. "My! Real angora! And such a pretty shade of yellow."
"Oh, I like him in yellow." Princess said, then spied the carry bag in my hand.
"Oh! And talking of yellow. Did you get that nighty and robe at Melissa's?"
Without waiting for a reply, she dove into the bag and pulled out the shorty
nighty, the matching robe - and the frilled panties.

"Ooh! That'll be a killer shade on him too." gushed one of the women. "Maybe
he could model it for us? Before the meeting starts?" She looked at her watch.
"We've still got ten minutes."
Panicked, I watched Princess think for a second.
"Nah." She said, shaking her head. "I need him for something else."
I felt a major sigh of relief leave my lungs.
She turned her attention back to me. "Sweetie? I'm sorry, but I don't want you
doing housework today. Ok? I just can't have you running around underfoot."
"Oh, all right Princess." I said happily. "Anything else? You said you needed
me for something?"

She started shoving the nighty and stuff back into my bag. "Yes. Well get this
hung up in your closet - and put the panties in your lingerie drawer. Then I
want you to go and have dinner with Marta."
My face was flaming at the further evidence of my femininity in front of the
grinning women, but I was still surprised.
"Marta?"
"Yes. Marta."
"But.."
"You can keep her company. Then about eight o'clock, the caterers will be
finished tidying away their stuff here, but I'll need someone to serve drinks
and after-dinner liqueurs, so I've asked her if she'd give you a hand."
"Give me a hand?"
"Yes - or would you rather do it yourself?"
"Oh no." I said blankly. "I'd appreciate her help."
"Fine!" Princess said. "Run and do what I said. And Missy?"
"Yes Princess?"
"Ask her if one of her uniforms will fit you - it'll be far more appropriate
that way - can't have my husband not dressed properly in front of my friends
now, can I?"

. . .

Later that night, tired from all the emotional excitement of the day, I was
sitting beside Princess. She wore a pretty coral robe over a slinky jade green
nightdress. I was wearing my new nightgown, robe, and panties. One of her arms
encircled me, the other lifted her balloon glass of brandy to her lips for an
appreciative sip. I was lying back comfortably in her embrace, my head on her
shoulder.

She put the glass back down on the table, then used her hand to turn my face
towards her. Examined me. Smiled.
"Can't believe how pretty you were when you came in with Marta. I mean, I could
really understand why some of my friends wouldn't believe you were my husband.
But at the same time, I keep wondering why they can't see how you just like to
help around the house?"
"I don't know Princess." I said.
She kissed me. Giggled.
"I really like you in lipstick Priscilla. Especially the nice red, wet looking
stuff. It's so nice when it's not me that has to worry about smearing it. But
to get back to what I was saying? When Marta brought you down I was kinda
disappointed - I mean you just looked like a maid for god's sake. Black dress
uniform. White apron, white cap. Then I noticed your hair. Couldn't believe
it - all permed and curled under your little lace cap. Then the earrings! Did
she hurt you when she pierced your ears dear, or were you a brave little girl?"

"I just cried a little bit." I whispered.
"But you're glad now, aren't you?" Princess teased. "Now you can wear all
sorts of nice earrings - just like me. I'll even lend you some of mine
sometimes. Won't that be fun?"
I snuggled into her, but she turned my face up and kissed me again, this time
caressing me on the frilled area of the nightdress that covered my breasts, then
running her fingers lightly down, over my tummy, to my straining erection.

"And Valerie? You know that redheaded friend of mine that ran her hand up your
dress? I hope you know that I really told her off later on?"
She paused. "Now don't cry Priscilla. She was only teasing.."
"I know Princess, but lots of your friends did it. Snapping my panty elastic,
snapping my bra strap.."
My face was turned up again.
"Lots of my friends? Which ones? Tell me, and I'll talk to them about it."
"Oh, it's ok now. I guess." I admitted.
"Well then. All’s well that ends well, eh? But why did Valerie say that your
backside was so warm?"

My eyes filled up again. "It wasn't my fault. Honest! Marta said I'd spilled
a drink, and it was one of the ladies. I told her it wasn't me, but she just
wouldn't listen and I..." I came to a stop as Princess laid a finger across my
lips.
"Hush now. Shhh. Go back to my question. What can you spilling a drink have
to do with your backside being warm?"

I flushed beneath my makeup. "Marta took me into one of the spare bedrooms and
spanked me for arguing." A tear rolled down my cheek. "It wasn't fair! It
wasn't me!"
"Priscilla! Stop that! Maybe it wasn't your fault. I believe you. Honest!
But you can't go around arguing with Marta. She's trying to help you..."
"By spanking me? When it wasn't my .."
"Oh so that's why your little ass was warm? I see now. Well, tomorrow, you
just be sure to go to Marta and tell her that you're sorry for having been such
a bad girl. And I think you'd better offer to help her the next time Dorothy
has somebody over. Don't you think that'd be nice? You can put on one of your
pretty uniforms and be a nice little maid again."

I took a deep breath. "But Princess? I'm not really a maid, am I? I mean, you
even introduced me to your friends as your husband. You did mean that, didn't
you?"
"Yes. Of course sweetie. But it really is very handy for me to have someone
who can be my maid at times - and we can't be asking Dorothy if we can borrow
Marta all the time now, can we? I mean, we've got to learn to stand on our own
two feet now, don't we?"

As she was asking me these questions, her fingers were beneath my chin, wagging
my head up and down in agreement.
"So ... My new bedroom? It's just for a little while?" I asked tentatively.
"Of course it is. But don't you see how handy it'll be? That way you can get
up and make breakfast in the morning without bothering me - and if I want you to
come to bed at night? Well then, all I have to do is ring the little bell for
you. Right?"

"Yes Princess. But I don't like sleeping by myself." I whimpered softly.
"Well I think that's most ungrateful of you. You've got a room that any maid
would be proud to have. Marta's going to make you more pretty uniforms. You'll
need all sorts of clothes for work - and you're not getting any of my closet
space here. And one other thing. You're not going to be sleeping alone that
much."

I smiled at her. "Honest?"
She kissed me again. "Well, I don't have that much of a sex drive, but Dorothy
is very interested in you. Wants to make you her girl. This way she can come
visit you without bothering me."
"But I'm your girl!" I protested, puzzled.
"Tut tut tut. How often must you be reminded? You're my husband! Could maybe
even call you a sissy maid - but you're a man to me. To Dorothy? You'll be her
girl! And if you don't know the difference? I'll bet she'll be glad to show
you. C'mere Priscilla. Let's see how pretty a husband you can be."
Her hand worked its way under my nighty and pulled my panties down.

The Office

I'm sitting here in my office, it's just like any other day but I'm
wondering how the hell did I get into this situation. What do I mean?
Well I'm a male who is totally hairless, my manhood is locked in a
chastity device and I'm wearing sheer black nylon stockings with stiletto
heels which have a padlocked strap around the ankle. I've got black nylon
tap panties and a suspender belt with a knee length skirt which has a
full length split up the side. I'm wearing a fully fitted black nylon bra
and a see through blouse. I'm made up and wearing a long blonde wig.

Don't get me wrong I love the feel and wearing of these clothes but it
should be in the privacy of my home not in my office.

My boss will be here shortly and the first thing I will be made to do, as
every day, is to get on my knees and give him a blow job. He will tie my
hands behind my back and shove his cock to the back of my throat and fuck
me till he cums and believe me that will just be the start of my day!

It started a while back, when having taken every opportunity when my
wife, Mary, wasn't about to dress in her clothes, well her underwear
mainly. The inevitable happened of course, and when I thought it was ok
she appeared from nowhere to find me dressed and just about to cum. I
couldn't stop and I was busted.

I got called all the names under the sun and I couldn't have been more
apologetic, saying I would do anything to appease her, big mistake.
She went off but returned a few hours later.
"If I stay things are going to change, there won't be any arguments you
either take it or leave it"
"well"
"No wells, its either yes or no now. If its no, well that's fine but get
your bags packed and get out tonight please"
I didn't really think about it for too long I just gave her a yes
"Good but leave me for a while, I've got some thinking to do. Please
don't wear my clothes unless I instruct you to, keep out of my way and
from now on you will address me as "Mistress" is that clear" it wasn't a
question. So it began.

Sometime later that day she said "It wasn't completely out of the blue
you know. I did notice my knickers were getting a bit large and stuff
needed washing when I hadn't worn it. I set the history on your browser
and you didn't realise, so I know what you have been doing on the net.
What I would like though, is for you to write down your fantasies and
then perhaps we can work something out"
"Look I can't help it, it was something I was born with, I've been like
this since I was a kid. I can't write it down it would seem daft, if you
know what I've been looking at on the net can't you take it from there"
"Mistress"
"mistress, sorry"
"OK, well, start with you wearing what I tell you, when I tell you. For a
start I want you hairless so go and get my removal cream and get started"
I returned somewhat bald all over but feeling very sexy. She started
caressing my nipples like she had never done before, she had found my
weak spot straight away, she must have known. At that point I would done
anything she suggested.
"I want you to put these on" and handed me a pair of nylons and a wide
deep suspender belt. As I started to roll the nylons on she said "yes
well I can see that's not the first time". She then handed me some
electric blue tight fitting knickers which I put on. My erection
immediately started and was clearly visible. She then applied some bright
red lipstick, not only to my lips but also to nipples.

"stand there, don't move" she then got her camera and proceeded to take a
series of photos, as she was snapping away she said "As I said things
will change around here from now on and probably in a way that you might
not expect"

Just as she was saying that the doorbell went, I couldn't believe it, who
the hell could it be, well I got my answer straight away "that'll be
Pammi, go down stairs and let her in please"
"you've got to be joking" Pammi was a lifelong friend of my wife's and
I've got to say I was not the apple of her eye
"You agreed to do anything and in any case she knows all about you"
Very sheepishly I made my down stairs, had a quick look through the net
curtains to make sure who it was and then somehow forced myself to open
the door and let her in.
"you dirty little fucker wait till I get hold of you"
I ran back up the stairs, I was not getting involved with her
"you bloody faggot" she shouted.

Mary went down to her and they ended up in the lounge with the door
closed. After a while she shouted up to me to make a pot of tea and take
it to them and I was not to get changed. With a deep sense of foreboding
I did as I was told. I knocked on the door and was told to enter which I
did, to be treated to a great big smirk on Pammi's face.
"We've been talking and I've decided I'm not really into this yet but
Pammi is and she is going to take you back to hers for the weekend, she
will instil some discipline in you and show you what we will expect in
the future. From now on you will address her as Mistress Pammi,
understand?"
I replied with a defeated "yes mistress"
"you can put on a pair of jeans and a jumper to travel in, tomorrow you
will go shopping and get you own clothes, if you haven't got enough money
you will have to earn it" What, I thought does she mean by that.

We got into Pammi's car, she and Mary said their goodbyes, I didn't get a
mention. We arrived at Pammis house, I didn't really know what to expect
as she hadn't spoken on the way back and I certainly wasn't going to
start a conversation.
Once in tho house she told me to take off my jeans and jumper, which I
did but left me there in just my wife's undies "put this on" and gave me
a black coloured silky maids dress. It fitted perfectly, she then gave me
a pair of shoes with 3" stiletto heels, which also fitted. What was going
on here, I was getting the distinct feeling I had been set up, too much
of a coincidence for these to fit so well.
"you can start off with cleaning the downstairs and I shall be inspecting
what you have done. Tomorrow after we have got you some very feminine
clothes to wear you will spend the rest of the time at Diana's, you have
some contractual work to sort out, Now get started"
Bloody Diana, Pammis' daughter, what an arrogant bitch, this just getting
worse.
I spent a couple of hours cleaning after which it was inspection time.
After all the work I had put in I didn't think it could be faulted How
wrong could I be, every single thing I had done was wrong, you would have
thought I hadn't done a thing. "Don't worry I'm not going to do anything
now but tomorrow Diana will take appropriate action"
I was shown to my room
"sweet dreams" she said "you will need them"

The next morning when I woke Pammi was already up. She told me to get
showered and return to my bedroom where I would find what I would be
dressed in for the day. She then informed me there had been a change of
plan and I would be taken straight to Diana's. Pammi would be going
shopping and would choose what clothes I should have.

After showering I returned to my room and found I had the shoes from the
previous day along with the maids outfit. There were seamed, sheer nylon
stockings with a black satin suspender belt, there was also a pair of
silky black panties with a thong back, I must admit not my favourite sort
but who was I to argue. This was followed by a black coloured camisole
top.
I put these on and felt the growth in my cock, it didn't take long before
some precum stained my panties, it was just about then that Pammi
returned and told me to sit on the bed, she then promptly put a leather
shackle around each ankle and then connected and padlocked a chain of
about 12" between them "don't want you going to far, do we". She then got
me to put my arms behind my back and using some bandage type material
tied my wrists together "don't want to mark your wrists, do we, least
ways not until Diana deals with you"

She then lifted my dress and saw that I had stained my panties
"you need teaching to control yourself you dirty little girl"
with that I was pushed onto the bed and she raised my dress up over my
backside. The one thing about wearing a thong is that it hasn't got to be
pulled down when someone is about to give you a thrashing.
"I'll teach you"
and started to smack me, I lost count after a while but by the time she
had finished my arse was as saw as hell and I had tears running down my
face
"please no more" I cried "you'll be crying even more soon, you haven't a
clue have you"

Pammi then dried my face, applied some makeup and lipstick and put a
blonde wig on me.
"Come on" she said "lets go and see Diana" with that she led me out of
the house and put me in her car. Trying to walk with stilettos is hard
enough but when your leg movements are restricted and someone is pulling
you along its downright near impossible, how I never fell I shall never
know.

I was not looking forward to meeting Diana, I just had this feeling that
things were just about to get a whole lot worse.

"Hello Pammi" Diana said, "so this is Pauline"
I didn't know where to look so I bowed my head, where had this name come
from
"It's alright, we can't keep calling you Paul, can we"
"no I suppose not" I replied
"Mistress"
"sorry, mistress"
"you mean sorry mistress Diana"
"yes, mistress Diana"
"look it really isn't that bad but you have been caught deceiving Mary
and she wants things to alter. She wants things in writing and wants me
to sort it out, well to make a contract between you and Mistress Mary.
Come on into the lounge, I will fix you a drink and we can sort it out,
ok"
"yes Mistress Diana"
Pammi spoke to Diana and then left. Diana undid my wrists and I took a
seat. Diana returned with a glass wine each. She began chatting about how
much I had surprised everybody but if Mary and I worked at it we could
sort life out. She sat down at the side of me and told me how much like a
girl I looked and my outfit looked really sexy.
She started to caress me around my chest, her hand went inside my maids
dress and she started to play with my nipples
Heaven, I would have submitted to anything. As my erection started to
grow she started to stroke that as well. As she caressed me I felt that
surge of blood, I wanted to shoot my load everywhere and just when I was
on the brink she stopped
"No not now please carry on" but she didn't "I will in a moment if you
are a good girl".
"Basically what Mary wants is that you agree to wear what she says,
address her as mistress and be instructed on how you will live your life.
If I put that in writing would you agree to it and sign a document to
that effect?"
"yes, yes of course, I will do whatever you want mistress Diana"
"such a good girl, aren't we, sign here then and if you would do these
four copies as well"
I know I must be mad but I couldn't get my signature down fast enough,
even to the point where I didn't read fully what was there before my
eyes, oh what a mistake.
Diana had big smile on her face as she started on my nipples and prick
again. Very soon after I just had cum everywhere, all over my panties,
suspender belt, stockings and dress, it was also all over Dianas hand.
"you'd better lick that up now, if you know what's good for you" talk
about a mood change.
"did you enjoy that" she said as I started to lick that salty tasting
cream off her hands "because that won't be happening again for a while"
"least not with any of us" I looked round to see that Mary and Pammi were
standing there watching, I think they must have seen the whole thing.

Diana then handed the contracts I had signed and was now sincerely
beginning to regret. Mary put one copy in an envelope, "that is for the
safe deposit box. This one is for you Pammi, this one is for you Diana,
thanks very much by the way for doing the business and this one is for
you Pauline and I think you had better read it"

As I started to read my jaw dropped, had I been duped or what. My copy
had three witness signatures on it, guess who.
My name was to be changed to Pauline Giveshead not Paul Goodhead
I must address The women as Mistress at ALL times
If I did anything wrong I would be given a demerit, each of these would
amount to one stroke with a cane or other implement but on getting ten
demerits these would be changed to one welt. Reward would be given by a
merit. At the end of a week these would be added together to give the
punishment total for the week.
Any hesitation, arguing or refusing work would be punishable by two
strokes
Any stains on my panties would receive three strokes
When I wasn't doing a chore I must either stand or kneel and hold my
skirts above waist height so that I would expose my panties
I must earn wages to pay for my clothes and make-up
I must wear a collar
I must wear a chastity device
This contract was ongoing and progressive and could be changed at
Mistress Mary's discretion at any time.

I was speechless, apart from the occasional "but"

"We will start with the collar" Diana said. She showed me what I was
about to wear, a one inch wide chromed steel collar "look, it has these
special screws to join it so that only a person with correct key can
remove it" with that it was around my neck, click click, I was collared.
Pammi then showed me my chastity device, a cb 3003, she put it on my now
flaccid dick, and padlocked it and gave the keys to Mary.
Mary said "we have spent about £400 on these items and some new clothes,
so tonight you will start to earn some money to pay us back. Diana is
taking you out on a gay pub crawl, I hope you have a good throat" this
was my wife talking "me and Pammi will be going elsewhere. Now go and get
those clothes washed and put on what's in the bedroom for you"
"one moment" said Diana "she has not been punished for yesterday at
Pammi's nor for today, she got cum all over her clothes and more
importantly over my hand"
"yes that's right, let me get a crop" Pammi said
"three welts I think" said Mary
Diana tied my hands behind my back and then used a rope to tie it to a
beam in the ceiling, so I was now bent over, my dress was the raised up
over my back when all of a sudden whoosh and I saw stars, the most
excruciating pain and I yelled out "another one for shouting" someone
said
"Your go next Pammi" whoosh, the pain was unbearable, the women were
laughing as each had a go in turn.
I then felt them touching the welts as they started to rise "that is just
a starter so just remember your contract"
I was in tears as Mary started rubbing my nipples but even that didn't
help. I know I had a fetish but it didn't warrant all this, I just wanted
to have the occasional wank in nylon panties but how could I get out of
it, all was lost.

I must have looked the biggest slut in town, four inch patent leather
stilettos, with little padlocks on the straps, stockings and a tight
fitting mini skirt that didn't want for imagination but unfortunately
showed the outline of my chastity. I had a see through blouse on which
showed by red coloured bra, I also had matching red panties. A blond wig
and make-up that was fitting to the clothes I was wearing.

Diana parked the car near to the centre of town but far enough to have a
good walk where I would be seen by the towns nightlife
"don't you dare look down" she said as we walked through the streets. We
entered a well known haunt for gays. I stood in the bar area while she
got herself a drink, I didn't get one.
"You stay here whilst I get you some trade, remember find a quiet place,
get the job done and quickly back here, we need to make some money
tonight"
"but.."
"right that's another two strokes, carry on like this and you will soon
have another welt so just shut up"
It wasn't long before she returned with a customer "your right she does
look a slut, she had better give a good head"
I'd never done this before and there was no backing out now, so I
followed him outside to a small park. He opened his flies and dropped his
already erect eight incher out "suck that slut"
and suck I did whilst he was forcing it down my throat, I gagged but that
didn't stop him and it wasn't long before I felt him stiffen, I tried to
back off but he wasn't having any of it, grabbing my head he shot his
load right down my throat. He made me wipe his cock with my hand "now
lick your hand clean" and with that he was gone.

I returned to the bar, Diana was talking to two men as she looked up and
saw me enter, she turned back to the men and then they started to walk
towards me "Come on slut there's two of us this time" I followed them
back to the same park and was made to kneel down, one of the got his cock
out and I started to suck, the other knelt down behind me and started to
put his hand up through my blouse and bra and started to roughly play
with my nipples. Oh heaven even I was beginning to enjoy this. Cum was
everywhere as he started to climax, it was coming out the side of my
mouth and down my cheeks and onto my blouse, no no not my blouse oh hell
was I going to pay for this. The two then swapped place and it all
started again only this time I felt a hand going down the rear of my
panties, I couldn't stop it. My own cock was desperately trying to
stretch to its full length but couldn't, I had a finger starting to enter
my hole and a man just cuming inside my mouth for the third time that
night. I had cum everywhere, I was definitely a slut, the two men walked
off and left me. My skirt was just like a belt, my stockings were holed
and my blouse just about had two buttons on it and I was frustrated with
just a little precum on the end of my cock.

I started to return to the bar when Diana approached me "come on slut,
you can't go back in there like that so that's enough for your first
night. Did you enjoy it slut"
"yes mistress Diana I did"
"good because looking at the state of your clothing I can see you have
got six strokes coming at the end of the week plus the one you earned
earlier. Isn't life grand"
I didn't tell her what I thought

Strictly Evil

Chapter 1


Our first conversation occurred at Doc Disorder's, the neighborhood
bar. I stepped in just like I did every day after work. Only this time,
I saw a strange face -- a really adorable brunette with hypnotic dark
brown eyes. She also looked like she just came from work. She wore a
short black jacket and a slightly above-the-knee black skirt. Black
nylons and pumps completed the ensemble.

She eyed me from across the bar and motioned me with her flashing
brown eyes to sit next to her. She was sipping a vodka martini, the
same as me.

"Some coincidence," I told her.

"You don't recognize me?" she asked.

She did look familiar. But I couldn't quite place her.

"I just started working in your department. You've been staring at my
legs all week, haven't you?"

I gulped hard. It was true. There indeed was a new set of legs that I'd
been ogling, but the face was always buried in paperwork.

"I have a little mirror that sits on my desk. A quick glance and I see
all the voyeurs in the office. You're public enemy number one. Your
name's Jason, isn't it?"

I just nodded in response. I was feeling slightly intimidated, like I
was a 4 year-old caught stealing pink-frosted cookies from the cookie
jar.

"I'm Lori."

She extended a slim pale hand and I grasped it firmly. It was warm and
soft. Her smile was friendly and inviting.

We continued to talk about work, all the while she stroked my calf with
her leather pump. It was only small talk but I hung on her every word.
Soon, her delicate hand found its way to my crotch, instantly waking it
up.

"I'm sorry Jason, but I've got to get home. I have a lot of reading
material to catch up on. I'll see you tomorrow. Buh-bye"

I was so aroused, I thought about masturbating right there in the bar's
bathroom. I reconsidered and had two more martinis before going home
and falling fast asleep.

Right before quitting time the next day, I found a house mail on my
computer from the "new girl." It politely asked me to show up at the
Holiday Inn at the corner of town and to get a room for the night at
approximately 8pm in my name. She said that she found me rather cute
and wanted me to excuse her brusqueness the previous day by joining her
for an intimate dinner in a private room. I should bring the
Chardonnay, she said in her sweet note, and she would bring the dinner.

I didn't see or hear from my new co-worker again until 8:30pm when she
called me from the hotel lobby to get the room number. Seconds later,
there was a knock on the door with a stunning vision behind it. At the
office, she was always the epitome of conservative businesswoman. In
the hotel, she projected a snapshot of femininity, a wet dream come
true.

Instead of severely tied back, her dark, silky hair was worn loose and
softly caressed her angelic face. Her business suit was replaced by a
simple floral sundress, and her deadly leather pumps were replaced by a
pair of strappy sandals. But the most shocking change was the playful
smile that spread across her lips. Instead of unattainable princess,
the image she projected was a flirty sweetness.

I first noticed that she had a paper Macy's shopping bag with her. It
must be dinner, I assumed, as she made her way to the couch. We
started on the Chardonnay as she continued apologizing for what she
called rudeness.

"You liked ogling me in the office this week, didn't you Jason?," she
said as the playful smile slowly turned into a mischievous one.

I blushed. Noticing the paper bag between her legs, I leaned forward
and peaked inside.

"No, Jason. There is no dinner in there. But I was hoping to have you
for dessert," she purred, batting her eyelashes.

She grabbed the handle of the bag with her foot and brought it up to my
hands. I removed its contents one by one: two pairs of handcuffs,
electrical tape, rope, a small silver ring, and a strange-looking
harness. I looked at my colleague. She returned the look as if she were
sizing up her prey.

"I don't understand," I mumbled. "Are you kinky? Do you want me to tie
you up?"

I was quickly awakened from my confusion by a sharp slap to the cheek.

"Yes and no," my temptress serenely stated. "If you want to have
breakfast here in the morning, it would be wise to do as I say."

I meekly followed her orders from then on. Lori told me to disrobe and
lie flat on the bed. I shuddered as she manacled my wrists to the top
two corners of the bedpost and put the key on the nightstand. She then
slipped off her pumps, climbed on the bed, and seductively placed a
dainty foot on my chest. I smelled perfume and leather and my cock
bobbed obscenely in front of me. She rolled her nylon stocking down
her milky white leg, slowly and sensually. Waving the nylon in front of
my face, the process was then repeated with the other leg.

I moaned from her teasing manipulations. But the sexy vixen proceeded
to tie my ankles to the bottom two corners of the bed. She then slowly
removed her clothing until she was just clad in bra and panties. They
were green, just like the ribbon in her hair. She hovered over my face
and planted a deep kiss on my trembling mouth. I swooned as she removed
the last vestiges of her clothing.

Lori then straddled my face, facing my erection. Something cold and
hard was slipped over it. All that I was able to see were her lovely
creamy-white buttocks, but she peered around to tell me that she
put a cock ring around my shaft to prevent any "accidents."

I then used my tongue to explore every nook and cranny of this
delicious goddess, from the small of her back to her belly button, and
everything in between. She tasted heavenly and soon her abundant juices
coated my face from my forehead to my chin, and dripped down my neck.
My own cock pulsated helplessly and leaked a copious amount of pre-cum
as Lori blew softly on it and darted her tongue at it like a dagger.

I went mad with lust but thoroughly pleased my goddess orally for over
an hour and gave her multiple orgasms. She kept me going by bringing me
to the brink several times with her wet pink tongue. She even suckled
my balls in her warm mouth which almost sent me over the edge. But,
alas, I was denied.

We were still locked in a "69" when Lori fell asleep. I, of course,
could not sleep a wink and when she awoke at dawn, I had a splitting
headache. Leaving me bound, she showered and dressed quickly, placing a
ten dollar bill on the nightstand, next to the key.

Picking up the key, I thought Lori was going to finally release me. But
she just re-positioned me and re-cuffed my hands behind my back. For
some reason, I let her, maybe because I thought I'd finally get to cum.
With obvious dexterity, my "date" attached the leather and metal
harness to my privates over the cock ring. I winced as the metal bit
deeply into my already bloated package. My complaints were met with
swift action by my tormentress.

She turned away from me and daintily lifted her sundress. Glancing at
me with a saucy wink, she wiggled out of her panties and proceeded to
stuff it into my mouth which she expertly sealed with the tape. The
taste of her essence distracted me as she rolled me onto my belly for
an ankle to wrist hogtie. I was still in dreamland when she used the
rope to cinch my elbows together. This furiously snapped me back into
reality as the pain seared into my muscles and my brain.

"Uh, oh. 9 o'clock. I'll be late for Ally McBeal. Gotta run," she sung.

As she headed to the door, I hollered through the panty gag. My
seductress swiveled on her heels, and drank in the image before her on
the bed: a hogtied, gagged, horny man with no relief in sight. She
brushed a lock of hair from her eyes and blew me a kiss.

"All I promised you was breakfast in this room in the morning," she
dryly sneered. "Just order from room service after the maid finds
you."

With that, my enchantress opened the door and pulled the "DO NOT
DISTURB SIGN" off the outside doorknob. She sashayed over to me and
dropped the sign in front of my nose. The last I saw of her was her
delectable rear end as it swayed from left to right and out the door.





Chapter 2


In five minutes my mind began to clear. It was still a bit numb from
the Chardonnay which I was still able to taste along with Lori's
womanly essence on my trapped tongue. I looked around the room and
thought about my sorry situation.

"It may be as much as twelve hours until the chambermaid finds me," I
shuddered to myself.

My pinioned elbows were causing me distress, as were my constricted
testicles. But my immediate thoughts were on my full bladder. I drank
half a bottle of the wine the previous evening and I would have to
relieve myself eventually, I thought.

In no time at all, my bladder was causing me unbearable agony, and I
just let loose, It was the first time I had wet the bed since I was
five or six years-old. I was mortified and tears welled up in my eyes.
It was also rather painful evacuating my bladder through my compressed
penis and testicles.

That got me thinking about other issues. Thank god I hadn't anything to
eat for dinner, or the chambermaid would be in for a real mess.

My shoulders, severely pulled back as they were, were soon numb. I
didn't feel much pain in them -- only a slight tingling. I hoped that
there would be no permanent damage. I also wondered how I would face
Lori at work, if and when I ever got back. Would I rip into her? I
doubted it. I would probably never want to look her in the eye again
and would hope that she'd never mention this to anyone else.

Somehow I'd managed to fall asleep. I slept in fits and starts for
about an hour. At about 9am, the harsh sunlight unmercilessly broke
through the clouds to wake me up. Lori was thoughtful enough to leave
the curtains wide open to assure me an uncomfortable morning.

Oddly enough, I started to think about by torturing vixen again as her
taste on my tongue started to arouse me. The blood never retreated from
my cock, so I was still erect, but I would soon find myself rubbing
myself on the urine-soaked sheets below me. I thought about Lori and
masturbated myself against the bed. I closed my eyes tight and pictured
her in that adorable floral sundress and her exquisite feet in those
strappy sandals. Faster and faster I rubbed, like a dog in heat. I was
disgusted by the smell of my stale urine, but I blocked that out and
concentrated on Lori. She was cruel, but beautiful and I wanted to
release my pent-up need in the worst way. It was indeed the worst way:
rubbing my restricted engorged cock against wet bedsheets until it
chaffed. I didn't care; I would rub it bloody raw if I had to.

Lori was kind enough to put the clock where I could easily see it. It
was a little after nine in the morning, and here I was at the Holiday
Inn, hogtied and rutting my bed in isolation. But it was no use. The
cock cage was just too tight and I was just too exhausted, horny but
exhausted.

Just then I heard a light knock on the door and it slowly opened. I
shut my eyes tightly and buried my face in the mattress. I heard a deep
intake of breath and the door slammed shut. I looked up and it slowly
opened again. Through tear-stained eyes, I saw her enter and close the
door behind her.

She was a petite woman with long, dark hair tied back in a ponytail.
She had an olive complexion and, underneath her powder blue dress, had
a tight athletic body. She reminded me of an Olympic gymnast. Just then
a knock on the door startled us both.

"Maria? Maria?"

She opened the door only partially, stepped outside, and closed it a
few inches. It seemed that she was hiding me from someone. I heard a
muted conversation in Spanish and soon Maria came back inside my room
and closed the door behind her.

Maria the chambermaid slowly walked up and hovered above me. I wondered
what she was doing. She slowly ripped a piece of paper from my back,
the tape ripping out the stray hairs that I had growing back there. It
seemed that Lori had taped a message to my back before she left. I
didn't even notice. The maid walked closer to the window. I looked up
and saw a message written in Spanish. Maria turned it over and read
what must have been the same message in English. I managed to read only
a few words but caught the gist; Lori basically explained the
situation. I did catch the last two words -- "HAVE FUN!" I shuddered
and turned beet-red as I heard little Maria giggle out loud.

I don't think she spoke any English but I did catch a few words here
and there; words like estupido and other put-downs that I learned in my
High School Spanish class.

Maria went over to the dresser drawer and opened it. It seemed that
Lori left my wallet there and my chambermaid helped herself to my cash,
my ATM card, and credit cards.

Oh, my god, I thought to myself. If I don't check out, the hotel
will just continue to charge me the daily room rate and leave it up to
the maid to see if everything's all right. If Lori keeps mum and Maria
doesn't tell anyone, who knows how long I could be kept a prisoner.
What especially worried me is that Maria had my wallet. She had a good
reason to keep me occupied while she spent my money. The only people
who could save me weren't likely going to. Lori could tell them
anything she wanted to at work. I probably would just back up her story
when (and if) I ever returned.

Maria gently got down on her knees and looked me squarely in the eye.
Her big brown eyes were as wide as an eight year old's on Christmas
Day. She pinched her nose, obviously an allusion to my pee-soaked
sheets, and slapped me with her tiny hand -- hard!

With my cash and cards in tow, Maria left with the "DO NOT DISTURB
SIGN" and put in on the outside doorknob as she left. I started to
sweat until she returned a couple of hours later. It must have been her
lunch hour since she brought a brown paper bag with her and a can of
Pepsi. I heard her behind me eating and watching television, "The Jerry
Springer Show."

The numbness in my shoulders and groin started to turn into a throbbing
pain again and I moaned through my gag. In seconds, I felt Maria jump
on the bed and straddle my back, knocking the wind out of me. She
grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head back. Cursing me in
Spanish, she spit in my eye and, taking the Twinkie in her left hand,
she pushed it into my face. The creme-filling went up into my nostrils
and I had a tough time breathing, but managed to force the air out and
maintain a clear passage. Maria left me alone to finish her lunch and
her television show.

I realized at that point how hungry I was. The smell of a Twinkie isn't
exactly the kind that whets appetites, but I hadn't eaten in 24 hours.
Her sugary phlegm started to dry on my right eye. That left me
essentially blind in one eye, albeit temporarily.

Just then the telephone rang and Maria nonchalantly answered it. She
spoke in Spanish but it sounded like she was discussing money, my money
I assumed. Maria eventually left but returned at 5 o'clock in her
street clothes and a duffel bag. What a knockout -- my cock throbbed
again in salute to her exquisite beauty. She wore tight denim jeans
that simply made love to her lithe body and little black ankle boots
that I've always adored. A tight yellow T-shirt complete the ensemble,
Maria's pert B cups standing proudly. She pulled the powder blue
scrunchie from her hair and sat down in front of me, gently brushing
her lustrous brown mane. My chambermaid seductively crossed her legs
and let her right foot bounce and wiggle in front of my upturned face.
She just smiled the whole time.

When she was satisfied with her hair she ripped the tape from my mouth
and the panties from my parched lips. Before I could utter a sound she
stuffed a Twinkie in it. I hungrily wolfed it down. This followed
another then another, until finally, I had consumed six Twinkies. I was
now thirstier than I'd ever been in my entire life.

"Wwwww.......agua, agua..." I croaked.

Maria moved behind me with the duffel bag and removed the cock and ball
harness, at least she tried to. Unless my cock softened a bit, that
just wasn't about to happen. She went to the nightstand and removed the
Bible from the top drawer and brought it over to me. Maria opened the
book to the middle and placed my testicles inside, then SLAMMED the
book shut.

"AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!" I howled, like a pathetic wounded animal on a
desolate country road.

This apparently did the trick because both the harness and ring slipped
off and the circulation returned to my manhood. That's when the real
pain started. The nightmare of numbness culminated in this ungodly
suffering and for five minutes I screamed into a pillow that Maria
pushed into my face. Then she removed a gag from her duffel bag and
inflated it in my mouth until it stretched my jaw. It was hollow in the
middle and she threaded a clear tube through it. The tube was four
feet long and she let the free end dangle on the floor.

My chambermaid let my tortured cock relax for about a half hour until
she slipped what seemed like a condom over it. I would later find out
that it was a Texas catheter and she promptly slipped a 1 3/4 inch wide
hose clamp over it, down to the base, and tightened it. The free end of
the tube was slipped into the opening at the tip and she stepped back
to admire her handiwork.

Maria took a mini boom box out from her bag, placed it on the dresser,
and turned it on. A song from a CD started to play; it was that song
from The Offspring called "Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)."

Maria did a little dance for me and when the chorus started, so did
she.

"Give it to me, baby...Give it to me, baby," Maria sang along to the CD.

My cock started to swell and soon the hose clamp was evilly biting down
on the base of my organ. I suddenly realized what Maria had done. I had
no choice but to pee into my own mouth and swallow. As thirsty as I
was, I don't think I would resist anyway. I just hoped that the hose
clamp wasn't too constricting. It would surely prevent orgasms, but if
it prevented urination, then I was a dead man.





Chapter 3


"Good night, Jason. See you tomorrow morning," my evil little
chambermaid said to me in broken English.

She put the "DO NOT DISTURB SIGN" back on the doorknob and blew me a
kiss. In a flash, she was gone.

I would soon learn that the human waste recycling apparatus that Maria
set up was indeed workable. The urine went from my bladder, traveled up
the tube, and down my throat. When my belly filled, the process started
over again. Although I caught a few winks here and there, the next
morning, when Maria returned, I was both exhausted and queasy. But I
couldn't vomit, not unless I wanted to choke to death.

Maria released the rope that bound my elbows, and the feeling slowly
rushed back into my shoulders. I would need a chiropractor, definitely,
and a doctor, maybe, to tend to me. But I had more important and
immediate things to tend to, like how to explain my absence from work
the previous day.

Maria undid my hogtie and put the key to the handcuffs on top of my
wallet which lay on the nightstand. She was dressed in her street
clothes: a miniskirt, and cowboy boots. Apparently it was her day off.
She kissed me on the head and with a simple "adios," left the room.

With great difficulty, I struggled to my feet. I was weak and woozy
from lack of nourishment and fresh water but I somehow managed to free
my hands. Not surprisingly, my wallet had no cash, but my ATM and
credit cards remained. Like an idiot, I wrote the PIN number for my
bank cards (my maternal grandfather's birthday) on the back of my
Social Security card.

I made a couple of telephone calls and soon discovered that my bank
account was cleared out and my credit limit was reached, even on my
Chevron account. I wonder how Maria did that so quickly. That was $4000
in my checking and $2500 on my bank card. How would I pay my rent? It
was due the following week.

Luckily, Maria took care of my hotel bill and left my clothes. I
stumbled home, shaved and showered, and wolfed down four scrambled
eggs, four pieces of wheat toast with butter, and a whole carafe of
Maxwell House. I somehow made it into work almost two hours late.

"Jason, what happened to you? You look like hell. Where were you
yesterday?" my boss jumped at me. Luckily, she looked more concerned
than angry.

"Uuuhhh...food poisoning. I'm all right now," I told her.

"Nonsense," she said. "I'll have the new girl drive you home. You're in
no condition to operate a car."

I hung my head. Five minutes later, Lori exited the boss's office and
approached me.

"C'mon lover, let's go home," Lori purred as she winked at me.

I followed her to my car meekly and handed her my keys. Lori looked
around carefully and opened the trunk.

"Surely you don't expect to ride in the car with me, do you?" She
didn't wait for a response. "Get in."

Lori must have taken the scenic route because my head was knocked
silly. When we finally pulled into my apartment's parking area, I was
seeing double. Lori opened the trunk and we walked to my door.

"Ladies first," I said.

THWACK! Lori slapped me hard across my cheek and I saw stars.

"Sarcasm will get you nowhere, you little bitch," she hissed.

"I'm sorry," I humbly replied, and cast my eyes downward, wondering
what happened the the sugar and spice side of her.

"Go run me a bath, bitch, and be quick about it."

I followed her orders as she looked around my apartment and basically
made herself at home. I also tidied up the bathroom for her.

"Your bath is ready."

THWACK! THWACK! This time Lori hit me across both cheeks with the palm
of each hand.

"Shouldn't that be, 'Your bath is ready Mistress?'" Lori shot back.

I repeated the line correctly and she invited me into the bathroom.

"Remove my pumps with your mouth, bitch. But if you get teeth marks on
the leather or any slut saliva on it, your balls are mine...they're
mine anyway but if you disappoint me, I'll use them for jewelry. Maybe
I'll make you wear them as jewelry. That would be ironic, wouldn't it?"
Lori pondered.

She made it extremely difficult for me and didn't cross her legs. I had
to get down on my chest but managed to get her 2½ inch heel between
my lips. With great difficulty, I pulled off her left shoe without
using my teeth and repeated the process with the other.

Lori ran her black nylon-covered toes across my face and over my lips.

"You think you're cute don't you, bitch? All the little girlies at work
probably fawn all over you, don't they?"

I thought it was a rhetorical question and didn't answer.

"I SAID DON'T THEY?!" Lori repeated, shoving her entire left ped toward
the back of my throat.

"Ymmmmmfffff...Mffffftrsss" was my muffled reply.

Lori giggled and added "While I take my bath, I want you to buy some
decent food for this dump. I took a look at your fridge and cupboards.
All crap! Junk food! I want you to buy some good food...and some nice
wine," she added.

"With all due respect, Mistress, I have no money."

"Look, bitch, I noticed that nice watch in your top dresser drawer.
Pawn the damn thing and go shopping for me."

Lori then slammed the bathroom door in my face and turned on the
bathroom radio, loudly, to a top 40 station.

"Damn, she found my good watch," I thought to myself. "It was probably
worth a grand but how much could I pawn it for? Before Lori mentioned
it, I was considering it myself to pawn it for the much-needed cash.
But now I was going to have to pawn it for her."

I had to drive about 20 minutes out of my way to the pawn shop and made
it back to my apartment with the groceries in 90 minutes. I got $200
for the watch and spent $100. I put a hundred dollar bill in my sock,
inside my shoe.

When I entered my apartment, Lori was on my couch in my blue terry
robe, brushing out her hair. She was nude under the robe and had her
legs crossed. Her feet were elegantly pedicured. Her toes were as
lovely as her face. Lori was indeed lovely, but oh, so cruel.

"I expect lunch on the table in an hour. Call me when it's ready. Oh,
and one more thing. I want you totally nude when I return."

Lori then took my "Entertainment Weekly" magazine from the coffee table
and went into my bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I disrobed, then made Lori a Chinese chicken salad and opened a bottle
of white wine for her. It felt ridiculous cooking in the nude.

"Mmmmmmm...my compliments to the chef," Lori said, tasting her first
morsel of broiled chicken. "Oh, I almost forgot, bitch. Your lunch is
waiting for you in the bathroom."

Our eyes met. Lori had a an impish gleam in her eye.

"It's in the tub. You get to drink my dirty bathwater. Consider
yourself lucky, bitch. It could have been a lot worse."

I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I looked down into the tub
at the soapy, filmy water and dipped my hand into it. It was about room
temperature. There must have been 20 gallons of water in the tub. There
was no way I could drink all of it. I got down on my knees for a closer
inspection. I could also see stray hairs floating in the dirty
bathwater. Just then, I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head. Lori
had kicked me with her bare foot.

"Get started, bitch. It should take you all day and night, if you're
lucky, that is. You better be through by tomorrow morning though. If
you're not, then you don't get to go to work tomorrow, and we all know
how important your job is now that you're broke. Oh, by the way, if I
catch you cheating...like, say, opening the drain...then you get to
start from square one. I like taking baths. Good luck and god bless,
and NO HANDS! Remember, you are not to leave the bathroom until you are
done," she added as she cuffed my hands behind my back, her voice
dripping with cruelty.

I breathed in deeply. Lori must have had some bath oils in her purse.
It smelled of lilacs. I put my lips to the water and took a sip. It was
bitter, but I continued until my knees ached and my neck was stiff. For
three hours I drank, got up, urinated in the toilet, then immediately
retreated to my knees again, and repeated the process. I looked down
into the tub. It looked as though I hardly made a dent. After another
two hours Lori entered the bathroom. She blindfolded me with one of her
dirty nylons while she tinkled in the toilet, then removed it when she
left. I sometimes heard her in the other rooms of my apartment, but
sometimes it was quiet. At one point, I think she might have left and
returned to work. There were no clocks in the bathroom, and Lori had
already removed the radio, so I really had no idea what time it was.
The bathroom was windowless as well.

I finally made some headway and it looked as though I was halfway
through my task when I heard what I think was the front door opening.
Minutes later, Lori entered the bathroom.

"Hello bitch. I just came from a delicious lobster dinner courtesy of
that 100 dollar bill that I found rolled up in your filthy sock. Our
boss thanks you as well, although she thinks that I treated her. I
think she's quite fond of me but is losing patience with you."

Lori blindfolded me again, but this time it sounded as though she was
evacuating her bowels.

"So, bitch, how's it going? Now, you make sure that you swallow all of
my cute little hairs, okay? If you don't, I may have some bigger things
for you to swallow."

With that admonition, I heard the toilet flush as Lori removed my
blindfold and closed the door behind her. I shivered, but my cock
jutted obscenely in front of me and painfully stabbed the porcelain tub
wall.

I must have urinated a hundred times that day and night, but I was
beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel. Only an inch or two
remained when Lori once again entered the bathroom. She looked as
though she slept for hours.

"Still not done yet, bitch? I'm having breakfast. I expect to shower
when I'm through. I expect an empty tub...no hairs!"

I smelled coffee brewing, just what I needed to urge me on. The tub was
soon empty, only a few hairs remained: some long ones from atop Lori's
head, some short and wiry from her pubic mound. My weary tongue
collected them all, then I stood up and walked over to the sink. I ran
the cold water, cupped my hands, and in one mighty gulp, washed Lori's
hairs down my throat, coughing and gagging the whole time. My Mistress'
lovely visage soon appeared from behind the door.

"Good bitch. Very good. You may go to the kitchen and eat my leftovers
while I shower. We have a busy day of catch-up to do at work today. We
don't want to disappoint the boss lady now, do we? I hear that you're
already on her shit list."





Chapter 4


My Mistress Lori and I drove to work together. I should say, she drove
while I bounced around in the trunk. I hardly got any sleep the
previous three days and had a long difficult day ahead of me. My body
and mind craved sleep but I had to muster up some self-control.

Lori and I worked all morning in my office. I actually shared an office
with another woman, but she called in sick that day. I was lucky enough
to have a private bathroom there, too. At least I thought I was lucky.
Lori would soon prove otherwise.

At around 12:30, we sent an intern out for lunch. I ordered a tuna
salad on rye and Lori ordered a taco salad. When our order arrived,
Lori promptly took my sandwich and flushed it down the toilet, right in
front of the intern. He looked at us both and just shook his head and
left. I was starved more than I was mortified. I cried real tears in
front of Lori and got down on my knees.

"Please, Mistress, I'm famished. I need food. I can't stand it," I
blabbered.

Lori planted her pert rump on my desk and crossed her legs, letting her
burgundy pump swing playfully from her toes. She dug her fork into her
salad and put way too much lettuce, cheddar, and ground beef into her
mouth. With overstuffed cheeks, she mocked me.

"Don't worry bitch, I'll make sure I leave you over some tortilla
chips. What are you so angry about anyway? I paid for the damn tuna
sandwich!"

Lori kept her word and let me have the chips. I hungrily chewed and
swallowed every last bit. I even licked the salsa from the bottom of
the plastic bowl, while she watched, noisily slurping iced tea from a
jumbo-sized cup.

"Thirsty, bitch?" Lori said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, with fear in my voice.

"Good, follow me."

Lori led me into the bathroom where she showed me a large box. It was
apparently delivered when I was otherwise engaged at the hotel.

"It's a portable toilet. Just some pieces of plastic and chrome shipped
discreetly from a medical supply company. It shouldn't be very hard to
assemble. I think all you'll need is a Phillips screwdriver."

I think I understood what this all meant and meekly began to assemble
the toilet. Lori left my office while I worked putting corner "A" into
slot "B." She returned just in time to see the results of my handiwork.
Lori brought a paper shopping bag with her and lifted a very large
funnel from inside.

"You did say you were thirsty, didn't you my pet?"

I nodded and Lori went behind me to cuff my hands. She glanced toward
the bathroom floor; there was an area to the left of the real toilet
big enough for the portable. She set it down there and had me get down
on my back and slide underneath it. Through the metal frame of the
toilet, Lori placed a blindfold across my eyes. She then placed the
pointed end of the funnel in my mouth and wedged the flared end down
into the metal frame; it was a perfect fit. She lowered the seat and
closed the bathroom door.

Lori finally slid down her skirt and panties, and sat down with a sigh.
She leaned forward and opened my fly. I was semi-erect.

"My, my, bitch. Aren't we randy today."

As she giggled, a steady stream of her urine splashed into the funnel
and hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but kept my composure. Lori
drank a lot of tea that afternoon and I certainly felt it. It was
pungent, frothy, and filled my belly, but I swallowed every last drop.
I was overwhelmingly bloated from my battle with the bathwater, but
this tasted rather pleasant compared to the dirty, soapy water; warm
and salty -- and it came straight from the source. I didn't realize it
at the time, but Lori applied the harness to my privates as I was
indulging in her womanly nectar.

My cock grew as I drank and soon my poor organ felt the evil bite once
again.

Lori stood up and pulled up her panties and skirt. She washed her hands
and re-applied her makeup in front of the mirror. She left the bathroom
without saying a word, shutting the light, and closing the door behind
her.

I lay there in darkness and silence for what must have been an hour. My
poor wrists were numb from having to bear the brunt of my weight and my
jaw was sore from having to stretch around the funnel.

I soon heard the familiar click-clack of high heels enter my office and
approach the bathroom. But something was wrong. It sounded like two
sets of heels.

"Laying down on the job, huh Jason?"

"Oh my god," I thought. It was my boss' voice, Ms. Hullaby. She was in
her early 40's, a tall redhead with a slender figure; a very nice
woman--or so I thought.

"Lori tells me that you have qualities that weren't listed on your
resume. Perhaps you'd like to share them with me now," Ms. Hullaby said
in a gentle, but mocking tone.

I was silent.

"Bitch, answer the boss lady!" Lori interjected.

Muffled by the funnel, I replied in the affirmative.

"Good," Ms. Hullaby responded. "Excuse me, Lori, I think I'd like to
try out the new toilet."

Lori left and I heard my boss lift her dress and lower her panties.

"I'm on the rag today. I hope you don't mind, Jason."

Soon, Ms. Hullaby's special elixir was spiralled downward through the
funnel. It tasted different than Lori's but I didn't waste a drop. My
boss replaced the used tampon with a fresh one and washed her hands.

"Thank you Jason. Your career here at Henderson, Frye, and Hullaby
will definitely take a new direction. You've heard of the glass
ceiling? I think we've just found the glass toilet."

Ms. Hullaby stepped out to speak to Lori. I heard them on the other
side of the door.

"I never would have suspected ole Jason as a Bloody Mary kind of guy.
I've always suspected him as the Gin and Tonic type. Anyway, I spoke to
my lawyer and I think we can make a contractual arrangement with Jason.
I pay his debts and you train him for me. When you're through, I get
him lock, stock, and barrel."

"And me?" Lori interjected.

"You get Jason's old job and salary. And I get him at my constant beck
and call. In fact, I don't really care for the name Jason. I think I'll
re-christen him becky, since he'll be at my beck and call, now and
forever."

"Lovely. Don't worry Lisa. I understand what you're looking for. I'll
brake the old Jason and rebuild him in the image that you have in mind.
When I'm done, his own mother won't recognize him. I'll soon have him
doing things that he wouldn't even dare say aloud. As bad as he thinks
things are now for him, like they say, 'You ain't seen nothin' yet!'
He'll merely be becky, slave to Ms. Lisa Hullaby--nothing more.

"Perfect. The two of you can live in my condo in the city. I think
you'll find everything you'll need there and more. In fact, if you do a
REALLY GOOD job, I may even allow you to continue living there at your
current rent. That's almost a 400% discount! My dear becky and I will
just have to make do in the 'burbs. I don't think it's what he had in
mind, though, of a white picket fence future."

The two women laughed heartily and Jason/becky knew his fate was sealed.

The meeting at the lawyer's office lasted all of twenty minutes. I was
soon spirited away to Ms. Hullaby's condo in the city. Lori was kind
enough to give me a tour. There was a wire cage on the balcony, just
large enough for a big canine, and one in the master bedroom's large,
walk-in closet. There was another bedroom that was converted into an
office, and a third room, one that Lori called a "playroom." There was
also a living room/dining room area and, of course, a kitchen. Much of
the condo, except for the two bathrooms, kitchen, and playroom, was
covered in thick white carpeting.

Lori kindly explained the house rules to me.

"Rule number one: You are never to stand upright while you are in this
house, unless directly following an order, like preparing my meals and
cleaning up.

Rule number two: You are never to wear human clothing while in this
house.

Rule number three: You are never to sit on the furniture.

Rule number four: You are never to speak unless directly ordered to
answer a question.

Rule number five: You are never to eat human food again. From now on,
you will eat generic dog and cat food, or whatever is on sale.

Rule number six: You are to carry out every order with all expediency
unless otherwise directed. Failure to do so will be a severe testicular
beating. You will then be given a second chance. A second failure on
your part will result in an even more serious scrotal punishment. I
don't even want to tell you what a third offense would entail."

After I stripped and got down on all fours, Lori attached a two inch
wide black leather dog collar around my neck and locked it on with a
silver padlock. A small silver tag dangled from it and was engraved
with the following: "MY NAME IS BECKY. IF LOST, PLEASE RETURN TO LISA
HULLABY."

Lori cuffed my hands behind my back and had me shuffle on my knees into
the dog cage on the balcony. We were on the 15th floor of the high-rise
and I had a lovely view of the city at night. However, Lori failed to
put a blanket down on the bottom of the cage; as a result, the wire dug
unmercifully into my knees. It was a cool night, but it would soon get
colder. Lori left me there until morning, when the temperature bottomed
out at 50 degrees.

I was shivering when Lori released me in the morning.

"I trust you had a pleasant night's sleep, my pet. I know I did."

Lori looked lovelier than I'd ever seen her. She looked well-rested,
happy, and glowing. She was absolutely purring to me.

"Now becky, I'd like some breakfast. When you're done, you may open up
a can of Mighty Dog and put it in the dog bowl that I've gotten for
you, the one with your name on it. Then you may join me for breakfast,
at my feet."

Lori unlocked my handcuffs and I painfully stood up and stretched my
aching joints. I prepared coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice, bacon,
two eggs-over-easy, and biscuits for her and opened up a can of dog
food for myself. It looked horrible and smelled even worse.

While the two of us enjoyed breakfast, Lori started to mumble to
herself.

"Damn pits. I don't like pits in my juice. Damn it!"

Lori kicked me in the ribs with her bare foot.

"You'll pay for this, bitch!"

After breakfast, I cleaned up and joined Lori in the playroom. She bent
me over a padded horse and shackled my wrists and ankles.

"I'll be right back, bitch. I have to change and get my workout tape."

Lori returned ten minutes later, put a video cassette into the VCR, and
turned on the 35-inch television. She looked absolutely dazzling in her
aerobics outfit and took my breath away. It was a two-piece, lime green
Lycra ensemble, with cute little yellow cotton socks. On closer
inspection, the socks were embroidered above the ankle in red with
Tweety and Sylvester; only the cat was in the bird cage as the canary
fluttered above it. Lori also wore white Reeboks and a lime green
scrunchie to tie her hair back.

After a good 45 minute workout, Lori finished her bottle of Evian and
approached me.

"Time for your punishment, becky. You do know why I'm going to punish
you, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I responded. "Because I inconsiderately allowed pits to
fall into your juice."

"Very good. There's hope for you yet."

Lori removed her Reeboks and her socks. They were moist with
perspiration, so she had to literally peel them off.

"Open wide, bitch."

Lori stuffed both of her damp yellow socks into my mouth and covered my
lips with a strip of metallic duct tape. I tasted her feet and my cock
began to twitch. She groaned mockingly at this sudden development while
she attached a parachute stretcher to my balls.

"Lets see if we can stretch these babies for Ms. Hullaby. She mentioned
something about wanting them at about knee level," Lori said
nonchalantly while she poked at them with her index finger.

I shuddered at the thought and wondered if she was serious.

Lori attached a short link of chain to the ring at the end of the
parachute and threaded it through an O-ring that was screwed into the
floor. I moaned through my gag as she pulled out all the slack and drew
my sac painfully downward.

"I think five kicks should suffice, don't you becky dear?"

She snapped her middle finger and thumb at my trapped balls and I
jumped, pulling them further away from my body. I nodded wildly.

"I thought so...here goes..."

Lori stood back, took aim and THUMP! She landed a direct hit to the
center of my imprisoned sac with the side of her left foot. I lunged
forward and felt like I nearly pulled my balls completely off. On her
second kick, I thought I would pass out and on her third, she made a
glancing blow to the side of my left nut. I started to moan in earnest.

But it was on her fourth kick that I let out a muffled, but blood-
curdling
scream. Lori landed an uppercut with her toes and I saw stars. I
actually thought I did pass out because I suddenly saw Lori's face in
front of me. At first, I thought it was an angel. But I blinked my eyes
and realized that it only looked like one. It was just Lori passing
smelling salts under my nose.

She patiently waited fifteen minutes before delivering the final blow.
Luckily, she missed her target completely, and kicked me in the thigh,
her toenail leaving a deep red scratch.

"That ought to teach you a little more vigilance with my breakfast. If
I catch any more pits tomorrow morning, your poor testes will pay even
worse. Now I'm going to remove your gag and I want you to thank me, my
pet."

Lori ripped off the tape and I winced. She pulled off a considerable
amount of facial hair since I hadn't shaved for a few days. The yellow
socks, moist with Lori's foot sweat and my saliva, was plucked from my
mouth and I sucked in fresh air.

"Th,th,thank you Mistress. You surely didn't deserve pits in your
orange juice. I will be more careful next time."

"You bet your balls, you'll be more careful next time. Their very
existence may depend on it."

It was the beginning of my first full day living with Lori, and it
wasn't even noon yet. I wondered if I would survive.





Chapter 5


Lori left me shackled to the horse until well into the afternoon. She
went shopping with some spending money that Ms. Hullaby graciously
offered her. She spent some on items that she deemed necessary to train
me, but I got the distinct feeling that she spent much of it on
herself. Lori returned hours later carrying several bags from the local
mall's department stores. She entered the condo humming happily to
herself.

"Oh, my!" Lori exclaimed upon entering the playroom. "You ARE well
hung!"

I didn't know what she was talking about until she described it to me.

"My pet, your balls are the size of grapefruits...ruby red, juicy
grapefruits. They must hurt something awful."

Lori took her index finger and gently poked my left nut. I let out a
blood-curdling scream.

"WIMP! I see that a gag will have to be your constant companion."

Lori slipped off one of her periwinkle espadrilles and shoved it toe-
first into my mouth. Her narrow foot meant that I was able to gobble
down nearly half the shoe. She found a leather bootlace and tied a knot
in the middle of the shoe, right in front of my lips. Lori took the two
free ends and tightly knotted them behind my head, wedging the shoe
deeper into my mouth which cut into the corners of my lips.

"Now I better get something to cool the twins down."

I sobbed softly in my restraints as my balls throbbed in agony. I
tasted the dirt and grime from the floor of the mall on my tongue but
could do nothing -- only swallow. However, the leather and the taste of
Lori's toes were heavenly. They gave me some measure of satisfaction.

Lori returned with a rubber bag filled with ice and another shoelace. I
winced and jerked forward when she pressed the cold pack against my
bruised scrotum but Lori just giggled girlishly. She took the leather
lace and tightly wound it around my sac and tied a knot. This just
served to intensify the pain, since the parachute spreader was still
attached to my balls.

"I'm going to take a nice, long, soothing bath. When I get back, I
expect the family jewels will have lost a little weight.

My sac was numb within minutes and within a half hour, I felt a dull
thump on the floor behind me. I was very frightened and started to
softly sob.

Lori returned to the playroom an hour later with a pink cotton terry
robe and her hair wrapped in a pink towel turban.

"Oh my! What have we here? Bitch, I think you've lost something. These
must belong to you."

Lori bent down behind me and picked something up. She brought it over
in front of me. It was the parachute and the ice bag.

"It seems your nuts got so frightened and cold that they retreated into
your body. I guess I'll have to coax them back out."

Lori put on a latex surgical glove on her right hand and put a small
dollop of Ben Gay in the center of her palm. My eyes went wild with
fear as she went back behind me and slowly stroked my cock. They were
short, slow, maddening strokes that gave me virtually no pleasure but
definitely put me in the mood.

"I'm in the mood for love, simply because you're near me. Funny, but
when you're near me, I'm in the mood for love."

Lori removed the glove and, with her thumb and index finger, plucked my
left testicle and wrapped a short choke collar to it. She tightened the
slack and attached a 5 pound weight to the free end, letting it drop
and swing freely. I screamed into the espadrille as Lori repeated the
process with my right testicle. She even swung the two weights at each
other and played them like Click Clacks.

"Well, my pet. You ARE due two meals per day, but I think that I'll
leave you like this until morning as punishment for screwing up my
juice. But don't worry, I'll free you first thing in the AM. After all,
who else will prepare my breakfast?"

The last thing I saw was Lori giggling as she scurried toward the door.
She turned and blew me a kiss.

"Good night, my pet," Lori said before she shut the light and closed
the door.

I was alone for maybe two minutes when the pain in my testicles
subsided to dull ache. But the heat in my cock nearly paralyzed me with
pain. The espadrille muffled my ear-piercing shrieks but I'm sure that
Lori heard me anyway. I tried desperately to shake loose from my bonds
but it was useless. Useless AND painful, especially since the shackles
cut into my skin if I struggled even slightly. I was sure to have scars
on my wrists and ankles when this ordeal was over. That is, IF it ever
ended.

For over ten minutes, my penis felt as if it were on fire. Even after
most of the heat had extinguished, it felt raw and tender -- almost as
if it had been skinned. My tears formed into a puddle on the floor
beneath my hanging head. I was drained and fell asleep crying to myself.

At 8am, Lori released me and I prepared her breakfast. My hands were
unsteady as I worked the juicer. My Mistress sat at the table eyeing
every move that I made. She looked simply beautiful, although she wore
no makeup and her hair fell wildly and loosely about her shoulders.
Lori wore an extra large men's white T-shirt with no panties. This fact
was made obvious after she parted the blinds and sunlight filled the
dinette and shone through the thin cotton fabric of her top.

"Becky, my pet. I think it may be a good idea for you to swallow any
and all pits that you find. In fact, you should try that every day when
you squeeze my juice. It's a good way for you to remember how much I
despise them. Consider it a helpful hint."

I did as she said, but it wasn't easy. Swallowing orange pits is bad
enough, but on an empty stomach? It wasn't as easy as it sounds.

I served Lori and proceeded to do the dishes from the day before. They
had stacked up while I was chained to the horse.

"Becky, leave the dishes for now. I want you to keep me company while I
eat. Come here, under the table at my feet."

I crawled under the table and waited on my knees. Lori's slim feet and
unvarnished toenails teased me unmercifully. Her toes danced all over
my face while she ate her breakfast and read the morning newspaper.

"Becky, I want you to suckle each of my toes and give them a nice bath.
Do a good job and I may reward you. Do a bad job and...well, you know
the rest."

I eagerly complied and ran my tongue juicily over and between each of
Lori's adorable little piggies. Then I took each one individually into
my hot mouth and gave each their own private tongue bath.

I was in heaven and my still-raw cock started to respond. Lori was
enjoying my homage to her feet and her T-shirt started to slowly ride
up her hips. I couldn't help myself and glanced upward at her pussy.
It was such a quick glance that I hardly saw anything, but Lori
obviously caught me peeking. She rammed the heel of her foot up into my
nose. At first, I thought she may have broken it when I saw stars.

"You'll be all right. Here, hold this up against your nose and tilt
your head back," she said, handing me the dirty dish rag. "I do hope
you realize that the punishment for what you just did is quite severe.
Peeping at a lady is one of the worst things a slave could EVER do.
But, believe me, you've just peeped your last peep. When I'm through
with you, you'll never even think of looking above a lady's kneecaps
again. In fact, you'll be too afraid to."

Lori brought my dog dish out and a can of chicken and liver Alpo.

"To intensify your punishment, I'm going to do something that normally
you have to earn. I'm going to allow you to masturbate to orgasm.
Sounds great, huh? HA! Do you realize how horrific last night's
punishment would have been had you not been so hot for my bod? Lust
absorbs much of the punishment. When that desire is sated, all you'll
feel is the pain. Oh, becky, there will be pain, lots of P-A-I-N," Lori
growled each letter into my ear.

Lori put the dish on the floor and had me kneel in front of it.

"Okay lil doggie, put some hollandaise sauce over that," she giggled.

My cock was still greasy from the Ben Gay and I was fearful that
rubbing it in would reactivate the heat. But I complied and started to
jerk off. I stared at Lori's pretty ankles as she egged me on.

"That's it bitch...bark...I wanna hear you bark!"

When I hesitated, she kicked me in the ribs.

"ARF! ARF!"

Within seconds, a jet of pearly-white cream shot out from the tip of my
cock as I aimed at the dish and grunted. Bullseye! A second shot, then
a third and fourth spewed all over the chicken and liver slop. I
squeezed my cock and pushed toward the head, milking out every last
drop.

"Good bitch, very good. Bon appetite."

Lori put her bare foot on top of my head and gently eased it toward the
bowl filled with the brown gunk and white spunk. I flicked my tongue at
my warm jism and took a deep breath. I hadn't eaten in 24 hours and was
hungry. The Alpo smelled vile but I dug in, using my tongue to scoop up
a clump dripping with my seed. I chewed it several times and it finally
slid down my throat and I repeated the process. My nose started to
bleed again as I was eating and it dripped into the bowl."

"Tasty, bitch? You might as well get used to the taste of blood. You
may be seeing a lot of it soon."




Chapter 6


"Let's go, peeping tom. Crawl to the playroom and wait for me," Lori
ordered.

I waited on my hands and knees, silently, for a half hour before Lori
finally strolled in. She looked devastatingly beautiful in a pair of
blue jeans that hugged every curve of her luscious figure and a black
and white T-shirt with "DON'T FUCK WITH ME" emblazoned on the chest.
She wore Reeboks on her feet and her hair was tied back into a ponytail.

Lori lowered a chain from a ceiling pulley. I never noticed it before
because I usually had my head down in the playroom. At the end of the
chain dangled two cuffs that my hands were locked into. My feet were
then cuffed to a four foot spreader bar and Lori cranked the winch
until I stood on tiptoe.

I watched her walk over to a trunk in the corner and retrieve a black
burlap bag. She brought it toward me and emptied its contents on the
floor. They were clothespins! Hundreds of them, in fact. They were
plastic and decorated in a rainbow of colors.

"I wonder if there's enough slave flesh on you to clamp all these
little fellas onto. Well, we shall soon see, won't we, bitch?"

I thought it was a rhetorical question and remained silent. Lori
slapped me across the face and I finally answered.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Let's start with that useless tongue of yours."

I was forced to stick my tongue out as far as it would go and Lori
placed six all around the tip. I could no longer put it back inside my
mouth.

"I guess we should work on that other worthless appendage. I'll have to
soften it first, I see."

I looked down at my hard penis. That only meant one thing. WHAP! Lori
kicked me in my balls and I swung in my bonds. But my cock started to
wilt and she began to place clothespins from the base on the underside
to just below the crown. The skin just below the head is extremely
sensitive and I thought I would pass out from the pain. In fact, I
totally forgot about the pain in my scrotal sac. As a finishing touch,
Lori put one right on the very tip of my cock, pinching my piss slit
closed.

I was in unbridled agony as Lori got down on her knees in front of me,
a very unusual position for her to be in. She placed more clothespins
on the skin between my anus and scrotum. Finally, she pinched every
available inch of loose skin on my sac and covered it with a clothespin.

A sheen of sweat started to coat my body as Lori placed six more
clothespins on each nipple and the area around them. She stood back to
admire her handiwork.

"You look so handsome, becky...so colorful...so festive. It's a pity
that when I'm through with your training program, your looks will be
one of the things that you'll unfortunately have to lose."

Lori put six more clothespins on both of my ears and even put one over
my nose, pinching my nostrils shut. I could only breath through my
mouth -- and even that was difficult with my tongue in its current
predicament. As I moaned, she grabbed twenty more and attached them to
my armpit hair.

Lori moved very close to me and our eyes met. She sensed my fear and
giggled, then placed five more on each of my eyebrows. As a finishing
touch, she put a clothespin on each of my eyelashes, which effectively
prevented me from opening my eyes.

"That should be enough...for now," she added ominously. "I'm going to
the movies. Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone, okay bitch? By
the way, I'm seeing 'The Thin Red Line.' I hear it's a three hour film.
I may join some friends for drinks afterward. Don't wait up. Bye-bye."

In a flash, Lori shut the light and closed the door. Only ten minutes
passed until my calf muscles started to feel the strain. But I had
other pain to concentrate on, or at least try to ignore. I prayed for
her swift return. The wait was unbearable.

When Lori returned home from the movie, she had a surprise for me.

"Bitch, I'm going on a little vacation starting tomorrow. I'm meeting
my sister in Acapulco. She just purchased a villa and I'm gonna help
her break it in for 14 fun-filled days."

A two week reprieve! I felt relieved.

"But that doesn't mean my power over you will diminish. No sir-ee. I'm
leaving you my sister's new telephone number. Starting at midnight
tomorrow night, and every hour thereafter, I want you to call up and
leave a short message on her answering machine. I want you to do this
for 24 straight hours. Don't think you can trick me, bitch. My sister's
digital machine is equipped with a time and date recorder on it.
There's no possible way to fool the machine or deceive me. Get used to
it, bitch. I may have you do it often during my vacation."

I almost started to cry. That was indeed worse torture than what I was
currently experiencing.

"If you fail the assignment, I will use the cane on your balls,
whacking them once for every hour you miss. If you pass out from the
pain, I'll do it all over again."

I really did start to cry.

"I'll free you in the morning. Good night, bitch. Pleasant nightmares."

Lori once again shut the light and closed the door. She had packing to
do.

The next morning I brought my sore, torture-wracked body into the
kitchen to make Lori breakfast. She seemed much happier than usual,
even whistling while she read the newspaper.

She called a cab and left without ever saying goodbye. She just left me
with a list of directions, things to take care of around the condo
while she was gone. The first thing I did was take a nap. I would need
all the rest that I could get if I wanted to complete Lori's sleep
deprivation assignment. I didn't sleep at all the night before, trussed
up on my toes like I was.

One hour later, the telephone rang, waking me up from my slumber.

"Hello, bitch? It's your Mistress. Hope I haven't woken you up," Lori
said from the airport pay phone, giggling all the while.

She called me again when she arrived in Mexico, then again when she was
settled in at the villa. I was so sleepy, yet anxious to sleep. I was
too afraid of what she might to to my balls.

I finally managed to sneak in two hours of sleep. Lori seemed to call
me often during the day, telling me how lovely her sister's place was.
I started my assignment right on schedule and called the number that
she gave me at 11:59pm. Lori's pre-recorded voice answered.

"Hello bitch, I'm not in at the moment. I'm out having some fun. At the
sound of the tone, please tell me how magnificent I am...BEEP!"

"Mmmmmistress Lori, you are the best lord and master that a slave could
ever have. I wish you were here with me. I kiss the...BEEP!"

I only had ten seconds to record my message. I would have to learn to
be more concise with my thoughts for next time. I just hoped to god
that she wouldn't hold it against me.

I called up the same number every hour on the hour, leaving a ten
second message. At 6am, I checked in with Lori's machine, then tried to
take a nap. I set an alarm, but it was no use; I just couldn't doze off.

It continued like this until the 23rd hour -- 11pm the next day. I
called the number as usual but on the third ring, instead of the pre-
recorded message, Lori picked up the phone.

"Hello, bitch. Happy to hear from me?" she said not too clearly. Her
voice was a little distorted.

"Yes, Mistress," I stammered.

"Guess where I am."

"Ummmm...."

"Rhetorical question, bitch. I'm calling from a hot tub...in my
bedroom. That's right. I'm reclining in a soothing whirlpool and I have
a bottle of Dom Perignon with me and I'm talking on the speakerphone.
Doesn't that sound simply delicious? Yep, this is the life. I could
really get used to this. Now bitch, I want you to listen carefully. I
want you to get a book for me from my bookshelf and bring it to the
phone."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Let's see, bring, uh, 'Exit to Eden.' No, no, no. Make it the Stephen
King book, 'Gerald's Game.' Yeah, that's it. Bring it right back to the
phone."

"Yes, Mistress."

With bloodshot eyes, I wearily shuffled over to Lori's bookcase and
selected her hardcover copy of "Gerald's Game."

"Mistress, I have it."

"Very good, bitch. Now I want you to read it to me, cover to cover."

I let the words sink in.

"What's the matter bitch, didn't you hear me? You'd better get started,
it should take a few hours."

I couldn't believe my ears. I thought that I only had an hour to go
with Lori's sleep deprivation assignment and now she wanted me to read
to her for the next several hours. I didn't know how I would be able to
do it.

"If you falter, bitch, I'll thrash your testicles with the cane once
for every page that you neglect to read aloud. I mean it. Now begin."

I opened the book and began to read. Lori was still finishing her first
glass of champagne when I read the first three pages. She had consumed
the entire bottle by the time I finished the first third of the book.
It was nearly 1am, and Lori giggled incessantly during my read. She
took a dry washcloth, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and yawned.

That's the last I heard from her for the next three hours. But I dared
not interrupt my book recital; I just continued hoarsely reading with a
parched throat and a dry tongue. I was too afraid to ask permission to
slake my thirst with a drink of water. I finally finished the novel,
without a further peep out of Lori. I just figured that she abandoned
me, but I still didn't hang up. I finally fell asleep at 4am on the
floor with the phone receiver cradled in my lap.

At 10am in the morning, I was awakened by a knock on the front door. To
my surprise, it was Ms. Hullaby.

"Jason, I've got a lot to tell you. Please sit down...on the couch. I'm
here to offer you your old job back," she said, holding my hands.

I was stunned.

"It seems that Lori has been embezzling funds from my company and used
it to buy some Mexican property. She wasn't planning to return."

I finally spoke up.

"Did you have her arrested? Are they sending her back to the states?"

"No, Jason. It seems that Lori celebrated a little too much last night.
The authorities found her nude body at the bottom of her jacuzzi.
Between her elevated blood alcohol level and the heat from the water,
Lori passed out, drowning herself in the process."

I looked up at Ms. Hullaby.

"So that's it?"

"That's it, Jason. Ding, dong."

I smiled.

"If you want to do something right, you've got to do it yourself," she
added.

I smiled again.


THE END