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The Possession of Mallory By X-Girl Chapter One The flat landscape of Indiana with its long distant fields and cold Saharan sunsets hides a hidden treasure. And an urban, east coast man sought to mine it from the front porch of his home and pressed between his hands was a thick envelope... "Sign right here," said the courier. "Okay," said the man. "Thank you," said the courier and he stepped away tipping his hat and said, "Good day." Mallory, had now released his offer into the air, and it would sail from his custody to hers. He bit his lips and squeezed his hands as the courier drove off. His eyes followed the van as it headed north and out of sight. "I wonder if she'll come," he muttered. To prepare himself for fate's dealings, Mallory thereafter abandoned thought for oblivion and threw himself into domestic tasks. He mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors. He cleaned and polished the fixtures, dusted the furniture, and vacuumed the house. After this he set out to the food store to buy tea, gourmet coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice, breads and other foodstuffs. He then stocked the kitchen. Next he worked out, warming up with Pilates, moving on to push ups, and then setting off on a six mile hike through the park under a cold moonlight - he wanted to clear his mind and concentrate his feelings. Upon arriving home he prepared a meal, ate in silence, and thereafter set out to write his second arrival letter. Afterwards he would sleep and wait. The next day Melinda eased a client out of her office offering reassurances that all the preparations were in place for a very important matter. "Don't worry, I will take care of everything," she said to the worried lady exiting the firm, "I will call you for a follow up next week." Melinda, tired and work weary looked to her secretary who said, "Melinda this came for you at noon. I signed for it, but it is marked personal so I did not open it." "Thank you Francine," Melinda said as she reached to take the envelope. Melinda then went into her office and instructed Francine to hold all her calls for the next 15 minutes. Melinda opened the seal and inside she found a perfumed envelope and a billfold with a plane ticket, roundtrip to Baltimore. Melinda pulled out the ticket and the envelope and paused to look out her window. She recalled her last conversation with Mallory in which he said, "Melinda, I will make you the best offer I can to assuage all your feelings and doubts. I intend to step up for you, all you need but do is decide. I will invite you to see me this weekend, and you will be absolutely free to decline or accept my invitation." Melinda then opened the envelope and began to read what Mallory say: Dearest Melinda, I know at this point you despise and distrust tradition for very clear reasons. I also know you are setting out to break with tradition and reinvent yourself. And so rather ironically, M, I make you a rather traditional offer to come and visit me, but it is an offer imbued with unique rewards and possibilities for you - things that may set you, and me for that matter, on a new path of destiny. To continue, let me say that I do not believe things should happen 'spontaneously' between us, rather I think they need to be carefully planned. So I am submitting a plan to you for you to follow (see what I mean by traditional) but please do not be fooled by my efforts into thinking I am the leader. No, please, see me rather as a 'facilitator' during the first delicate stage of our acquaintance. So here is my proposal to you. Please use the enclosed plane ticket to come visit me. The flight leaves Indianapolis this Friday night at 6:45 and arrives here at 9:45. We will then spend Friday night (tonight), Saturday, and Sunday together and you will catch a return flight home on Monday morning. Nothing will be left to chance or caprice in your most precious visit. I shall pick you up at the airport and drop you off, and for the time in between - well, this is how we shall spend it. After your arrival Friday, I will take you out to dinner at The Brass Elephant, one of Baltimore's finest venues. Attire is formal. This will afford us a nice neutral venue to get started on the weekend. After Dinner, it shall probably be quite late, midnight or so, and thus we will return to my home, which I have prepared for your arrival. We will come in; I will take your coat, show you around, and present you your room on the second floor. You will have a private bath and bed. Once you are settled, I shall retire the third floor. You will then have all of the first floor and second to relax and wander if you chose, access to a computer, phone, and kitchen. I will not come down until the morning. It is my intention that you relax and gather yourself at this point. Before I go upstairs, however, I shall present you with an envelope in which I detail my proposal for how we should spend Saturday and Sunday. You will read it and consider it overnight. Then we can discuss it over breakfast. Without getting into fine details, the second letter will propose that you and I go out and share normal experiences on Saturday, doing things that are conventional, but fun and worthwhile. The idea is not to push early, but to build a presence and comfort level between us. Sunday, however, I will hand the lead over to you and at that point we may break with tradition, if you know what I mean. So, you can start thinking about Sunday now, as that will be YOUR TIME. God willing we reach Monday, I shall escort you to the airport and probably present you with a gift that morning, a gift like you have never had before. I am curious what your reaction might be to it, and how I might be after bestowing it upon you. (The Gift assumes we grew more together than apart after being with one another. I cannot imagine otherwise.) So there Melinda, those are the nuts and bolts. I hope to make your time as fruitful, productive, comfortable, and rewarding as possible. I plan to take you away from 'it all' and present you with a new road to look forward to. Although this laconic letter reads tamely, under the words is a swirling storm of me in rapture in the thought of you and meeting you at last. My heart is a flutter at reducing miles of distance to close up, face to face intimacy where I may see your every expression and hear the full tonality of your voice. All the same I am on the precipice too, that you may not come, but I reach out in hope, in optimism, and belief that we do have a destiny together. Lovingly yours, Mallory Melinda liked the fact that Mallory was thorough and considerate. She smiled. She thought how she might torment him, and so she dashed off an email that said, Dear Mallory, Received your mailing, but now it looks I may have to attend a partner's meeting tonight. Either way, I want you at the airport waiting, whether I arrive or not. If the dinner is at a formal venue, I would most appreciate it if you wore black tie. That would be most charming, and please, make sure your shoes are polished. This is the last you will hear from me either till I step off the plane or talk to you via messenger on Monday. -Melinda Melinda felt small pangs of guilt being the ungrateful, demanding bitch, but on the other hand she was intrigued that she could be any way she wanted, and Mallory would still love and tend to her. At least so he said. So why not push him a little, she thought to herself slyly. Melinda knew she would go and was excited about leaving Indiana for the East and a promising man. She had but to pack and go. She was smiling. Mallory on the other hand was fidgeting. And, he was not to go online, he vowed not to. He wanted to see if Melinda would take the leap of faith without any more communications between them. Chapter 2 Mallory had written Melinda a poem the previous week, and now that she was airborne she thought she might review it again for ironies. She unfolded a paper from her purse and read: On winged metallic bird To low ebb of engines roaring And a voice I've never heard I fire through sky, soaring. I press hand to oval window Looking through breathy, foggy glass At tiny green trees and cute figures below That with me are aghast. My hand feels for them But now must wave good bye For it reaches for new truth While letting go a lie. Here at this fiery speed Way above the earth A fall would surely lead To doom - not rebirth. But this chance I take Else my own life, I forsake. The situation was unfolding, she thought to herself, only the variables were reversed. What poem would he write about waiting at the airport, not knowing if she would show? What poem would she write about leaving home? How would this passion manifest itself in corporal form? How would it change over time with days, weeks, months, and maybe even years of familiarity? Was not every new experience, every new person a cancellation of the previous one? And was not this poem simply about "newness" and hence its theme is really that of self cannibalization. The spitting out of the "new" as "old" after several revolutions of the clock? Or was this poem about real hope, real change, and a new life (as opposed to an experience) she wondered. Melinda smiled because she liked the poem nonetheless and she was gratified to be the wellspring of its creation. Melinda's thoughts then drifted to the sensual, corporal aspects of what was to come and how that would shape the metaphysical. How would he be when his imagination was severed from her, by her? How would he respond to her charge? How would she play her role? Would it be by natural tendencies, by script, by imitation, or by audition for the part? How would she respect herself and him as things progressed? How far would she take her newly blooming thoughts of total power exchange? How far would he succumb without any track record of his own? Indiana, office priorities, worried clients, uncollected fees, the dry- cleaning and her whole day to day existence had stopped with the plane now speeding to Baltimore. Melinda's thoughts were of the future and the here and now, and although that future and present were an array of questions, it was delicious to consider their answers. She was only sure of one thing. She would test him and use her time to test him. She felt it of tantamount importance to scratch as far underneath his surface as she could. She had to scratch, though, while also engendering compatibility. She had to strike when he would let her in. She had to strike while in the throws of intimacy - and he, he would have to work and twist for her. Chapter 3 "You made it!" he said. "You call that black tie?" she replied. "What do you mean?" "I wrote you today and asked that you wear black tie." "I didn't go online, I just wanted to see if you'd show. I didn't get your message. At least I'm in a good suit, formal enough for where we're going." Melinda didn't know what to believe. He presented an honest front, and he always responded to her emails, but maybe he was playing games here. If he actually read the email and was lying, that would be it. That would be a major, major strike. She felt immediately foolish for extending her trust and elevating her feelings and anticipation of control and influence. Mallory recognized he was going to have to massage the situation for Melinda was now less than warm and maybe even inclined to just get a hotel and leave him. "Melinda, if I had really known you wanted me to wear black tie, I would have, but I did not get your message. Let me make it up to you. Besides, I did say we would go by my plan until Sunday, and I did not anticipate you wanting to make any changes. I don't really consider us to be "in role" yet. Right now we are just two independent people going to dinner. Do you still want to go?' "Yes, I guess I'm just overreacting. Here, take my bag." Dinner went well. He had lamb and she had lamb. The conversationalists plied their trade on neutral ground with only small encroachments on personal areas. He paid the check and took her to his home. "This is very nice. Warm and cozy. I like your taste, I am impressed." "I think homes should be classic and traditional, especially in an older home like mine, built in 1917. I'm glad you like it. I will show you around. You will have the first and second floors to yourself till the morning." After the tour Mallory led Melinda to the bedroom. "Okay, I am going to go upstairs now and I will not be coming back down until the morning. Here, this envelope is for you." He then kissed her lightly and turned to depart when Melinda interrupted and said, "Mallory, I want to go online, and I want the password to you mailbox." He turned back and looked at her. Her expression calmly, but boldly returned his gaze. He thought his best "out" was to get her to reconsider, to tell her she was not playing by the ground rules, that she was being unreasonable. But her eyes were disarming. She clearly knew what she wanted and he would only lose points dodging the bullet. Giving her the password would leave her open access to a large volume of correspondence, not all of which was directed to her. He stalled by asking, "You want my password?" "Yes, I want your password, and then I want you to go upstairs and keep your word about not coming down until the morning." "I..." "Give me the password." Hesitantly Mallory said, "Tennisball." Melinda cracked up, and said "Tennisball? Thanks, now go upstairs and don't come back down till tomorrow like you said." Mallory walked up the stairs in the dreaded fashion of a conscript going to the gallows. "What did I get myself into? This is not how I wanted things to go. I wonder what's she's looking for? I really thought she would show me a little more respect and gratitude. Well, in two days, she'll be out of here if not sooner, so hopefully I can just minimize things," he was thinking. Meanwhile downstairs Mallory heard his computer start up and the door to his office close. "Damn, she hasn't even read the envelope I handed her and she's bursting into my computer and email..." Melinda was exhilarated. Poor Mallory knew it was her way or the highway, and he capitulated, albeit hesitantly. She thought she would read his emails to find out what was really going on with him before she opened his envelope. "Tennisball" she said out loud, laughing. Giddily she hacked right into Mallory's yahoo mailbox and it was alit with only one new message, the message she had sent about the black tie. This was reassuring, "at least he did not lie about that," she muttered. She then clicked on his address book to see who was in it, and he found a collection of 5 mistresses. Alarmingly, her name was not among them. She then went to his "sent" box and found that all his recent correspondence, on file was exclusively to her except for a few mailings. She immediately clicked on those readings and red them. Then she went to his "essentials" folder and read all his pertinent archival mail. She concluded Mallory was a man addicted to his fetish interests, almost a prisoner of them. She also concluded that he had only ever met one other "Mistress" before in real life. From what she could gather, Mallory's relation to this Mistress showed how desperate he was, for though he strived to connect with her, the work was all one way and seemingly unrewarded. Mallory had let his relations with the old Mistress lapse, and he peppered his withdrawal from her in delicately framed white lies. Furthermore, he never told the old Mistress about herself. She then dashed off some correspondence, Dear Mistress X, I desperately need to see you. An urgent matter is at hand. I know we have separated, but I absolutely have to see you this Sunday. I will make it worth your while. Please write back. As a token for your time in meeting me, I will present you a $250.00 gift certificate at Nordstrom. Sincerely, Mallory Melinda also unearthed correspondence from Mallory to another Mistress wherein she was of topical interest between the two of them. And so there Melinda stayed for some 2 hours devouring Mallory's mailbox until 2 am. Before signing off, Melinda then changed Mallory's password from "Tennisball" to "Chastityboy." Melinda descended the stairs to get something to drink and read Mallory's envelope to her. Although Mallory was hesitant to bow to her, he did set up the situation so she could feel comfortable and take control - and he was now getting an ample slice of being under her command she thought. She opened his letter and read: Dear Melinda, Here is my proposal for Saturday and Sunday. For tomorrow, Sat., I suggest I make breakfast at home for the two of us. For the nighttime I have tickets to the ballet, so we can have dinner out and go to that. In the afternoon I suggest sightseeing around town to you can get a flavor for the area. Tomorrow, Sun, is to be your day. I will submit to anything you desire and will assume the role you seek in a man. In your bedroom is a box where you will find some things that may assist you in what you want to do. But Sunday, you can decide everything, and I will promise to cooperate and be helpful. Within this envelope is a smaller envelope. Please write down your thoughts here and any changes you might want to make to the plan, and then slide the envelope under my door. I will then read it in the morning and act accordingly. -P Melinda smiled and thought, "this is perfect, he has organized things perfectly, and I wonder if he knows how much he'll have to pay by being so thoughtful and accommodating." Melinda then wrote back, Dear Mallory, I truly love your plan. I would love to have dinner and see the ballet and do some sightseeing per your suggestion. I only have one thing to add. From now on over the rest of the weekend, you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. When spoken to, you may respond in full, but do not go OT. If you wish to speak or be heard, please ask me politely for permission. If you violate this request more than 3 times, we are over, UNDERSTAND? Surely you will err once or twice and I will correct you, but I will not do so a third time. To clarify. You may not speak AT ALL, unless spoken to. Then you may respond. You must politely ask permission to speak otherwise - and then you may continue only if I permit. You are permitted only two mistakes or less. -Melinda Chapter 4 Mallory awoke to find Melinda's note under the door. It was 8:00 am and no sounds were evident in the house. She must be sleeping, he thought. He opened the note and read it and recalled how last night Melinda stayed up pretty late. 'How many of my emails did she read,' he wondered. He wondered if she was going to pitch a fit over anything she found. He did think dinner went well enough after the rough start at the airport, but now as questions ran through his mind, he realized he might not get his answers. "She wants me muzzled," he said out loud. He did some stretching and exercises to calm himself, bathed, dressed, and descended to the second floor. He knocked on Melinda's door and said, "Hi Melinda, just wanted to tell you I'm up. I'll be downstairs after you rise. I got your note too." "Thank you," he heard from inside. "Go down, I'll get up too." Mallory crept downstairs, and via his laptop went to check his email box only to find he could not enter it anymore. His password was registering as invalid. "Damn," he muttered as he tensed up. He then put the laptop away, put on some coffee, and retrieved the morning paper. After some 40 minutes Melinda came down. "Good morning Mallory, how did you sleep?" "Not too bad, after I relaxed enough to fall asleep." "What's for breakfast?" "I could make you French toast, with sliced fruit, juice and coffee. How does that sound?" "Marvelous. Mind if I look at the paper?" "No, go ahead." Melinda then read the paper silently and Mallory prepared the breakfast. They ate together and the conversation was circumspect because Mallory was bound to hold his tongue. Melinda wanted to see how well Mallory could hold onto his subservient role. After the food was finished, Melinda said, "Mallory, I would like you to change my bed and put on fresh sheets. Before you put the new sheets on, I would like you to Iron them. So after you clean up here in the kitchen can you do that for me?" "You want me to change the bed and iron the new sheets?" said Mallory somewhat incredulously. "Yes, I don't want any wrinkles in the new sheets." Melinda then gazed at Mallory to see how he would react. She bore the expression of a bridge player holding the trump card over an opponents ACE, and Mallory looked like the player who's Ace lead got swept off the table by the two of clubs. "You do have an iron and an ironing board, don't you, and a set of clean sheets? It would be a shame if you had to run out to the store before we went sightseeing together." "Yes, Melinda, I can do that." said Mallory. "And remember to get all the wrinkles out of the sheets. I'm going to surf the internet and make a few phone calls while you get to work on that." Melinda then went back to her room and looked in the "box" Mallory had mentioned. In it were quite a few toys. A few dildoes, a hood, a blindfold, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a paddle, a flogger, two different sized butt plugs and some other things. She laughed and said to herself, "Quite an array of stuff indeed." She then picked the box up and laid it in the center of the bed knowing Mallory would have to move it when he remade it. Next to the box, Melinda laid her panties, hose, and bra from the previous day and put a note next to them, "Mallory, can you please hand wash these for me and hang them to dry." And off to relax stepped Melinda, while Mallory went about stripping the bed, washing her underwear, ironing the sheets, and remaking the bed. They then went out for lunch. After lunch while in the car driving together Melinda said, "I was so disappointed you were not properly attired last night as I had hoped, but you said you would make it up to me, did you not?" "Yes, I did, Melinda, what can I do." "Take me to Genevive's formal wear in Towson, and I think we can more than rectify last night's error," said Melinda. "Genevive's formal wear? I've never heard of it." "Don't worry Mallory darling," said Melinda putting her hand on his thigh, "I have directions and I made an appointment with them to rent a formal wear outfit for you. Here are the directions to get there." Pulling into the lot Mallory recognized that the store was a bridal shop and he became filled with terror. "Melinda, this is a BRIDAL SHOP forchristsake, you can't rent a tux here!!!" he said. "I do believe Mallory, as is my understanding, and as was made clear to you, that you are not allowed to speak to me until spoken to. This is your first mistake, and now you only have room for one more misstep before you absolutely blow everything. Now what do you have to say for yourself?" "Sorry Melinda, I just..." "Don't 'I just' me anything. Hush up and park the car. I haven't even explained to you what is going to happen. Compose yourself." After about 30 seconds Melinda said, "Now are you ready to listen?" "Yes, Melinda, I am." "Good. Now I phoned this shop while you were doing your chores and ordered you a formal gown. I also ordered you all the accessories that go with it, a hat, gloves, hosiery - the whole lot. But they need to do a fitting. I told them you were about a size 12 with a 40" inch chest and 32 inch waistline. Now they have been told you are a cross dresser and need the outfit for a very special event. So, go in and ask for Jacqueline Pierce Livingston, she's the woman I spoke to on the phone. Tell her your name is Sally May Sue and you need a fitting for the outfit Melinda ordered for you." "But..." "No 'buts' Mallory, you said you would 'make it up to me', and this is what I want you to do. Now don't speak to me again. Collect yourself now and go in and do it. It shall all go rather simply. You should have all your things and the fitting complete in about 60 minutes time. After you come out with the gown and accessories, then you may speak to me at length. I will want to hear all the details of your experience. Now give me the car keys and scoot." Mallory handed Melinda his car keys. His heart was now pounding out of control for he found that he could not say no. Melinda had effectively trapped him and he could think of no way out other than open defiance, and if he defied her, that would end everything. Melinda was sexy, she was smart, sharp, articulate, tough, and decisive - this he new, but he did not anticipate her ability to scheme and use whatever she could against him so he could not faithfully resist her. As Mallory handed over the keys to Melinda, she seized his red tie with her right hand and pulled him close to her saying, "Kiss me." Mallory leaned into her and his eyes melted into hers and his loins, heart, and head surged with intensity as she held him locked to her. His lips met hers and their mouths opened into one another. With her free hand Melinda stroked Mallory's crotch and he just about died from the passion he felt for her and his blood surged and pumped so kinetically it was if he was being electrified. Their lips parted and Melinda heaved a sigh and a grin. Their eyes remained fastened and Melinda was branding his soul with her feminine imprint sucking all resistance from him like Vampress over its prey. "Good boy Mallory, now go get me Sally's dress." Mallory departed the car and Melinda assumed the drivers seat. She rolled down the window and said, "I'll be back in 30-60 minutes. You should be finished by then. If I'm not here, wait in the store, not outside, I don't want you to catch cold." Mallory was unable to speak at this point, and so he only nodded in trance like assent. Kissing Melinda so deeply, so passionately, so longingly had drugged him into a stupor. She was working him like a master Mistress. But now the cold reality of Melinda pulling off in the car and Genevie's staring him down stripped him of Melinda's divine presence. He gulped. He knew. He knew there was only one thing to do, and that was requite her. But now he had to do it. He had to "perform." He had to execute. He had to face and walk into what was going to be a grinding humiliation. "Bite the bullet Mallory and get it over with," he said to himself. "Do it and get it over with," he said. He then opened the door of the bridal shop to the sound clanging bells and found himself the object of several women's' glances. Mallory figured this store would be manned by "Women's women" and patroned by "girlie girls." He inhaled and forged ahead, he had no other choice. "Can I help you," said a perfectly coifed store matron, blonde, big golden earrings, pearls and outfitted in a pink suit. "Yes, I'm here to see Jacqueline Pierce Livingston, to pick up an order." "An order for who sir?" she replied. "Sally May Sue," he answered. The Matron's expression immediately altered, and Mallory could tell she was thinking, "O, here's the transvestite!!" "Sit down over there, Miss Livingston-Pierce will be out momentarily. Your dress was pre ordered, was it not?" "Yes, except for a fitting." By this time the whole staff of the boutique had taken notice of him and they were giddily whispering to one another. One patron who overheard the talk actually turned around and starred at him. He felt himself absolutely shrinking in horror before them. "Sir, Miss Livingston-Pierce will see you now, go back to the 2nd fitting room." With a huge gulp, Mallory stepped up and went past the Matron, two customers, and 2 junior sales staff, all staring at him with curious incredulity. Mallory went into the fitting room and sat down. Miss Livingston-Pierce came in; she was a regal, self assured lady, a brunette right from the mademoiselle catalogue. "Hi there, so you are Sally May Sue are you?" she said, smiling. "Yes, that would be me." "Melinda and I had a long talk about you and what you need, and I agreed to furnish you with a dress to make you the perfect lady for your special occasion. It will be a long gown and it will have a high neck. I think it best you purchase 'the full works' and in this regard I recommend a light blue, satin-silk, brides maid gown - a retro hoop skirted model with a full petticoat. Along with it, we have a white- blue scoop hat, long white gloves, baby blue and white pumps, and to firm your tummy I am going to recommend a waist cincher. So what do you think Sally, will this be suitable for your special occasion? I do think Melinda will be most pleased with it." "Miss Livingston Pierce, it sounds like you know best, and I will go along with your judgment." She giggled a little laugh and gave him a knowing, sympathetic look and said, "This is unusual, we've never sold a dress to a man before. You will need to now strip down to your underwear dear, so we may proceed with the fitting. We were told you needed to walk out the door with the dress today, so there is no time to lose." "Okay" "I'll shut the door, then Janine and Carole will come in an set you up. Maybe it's good that a man undergoes this feminine experience -. O, and should Carole and Janine refer to you as Sally May?" "Yes, that is who I am today." Janine and Carole came to outfit Mallory up, to take his measurements, and all other such work. Mallory flushed with embarrassment and endured all their attentions. He felt as if a group of fifth grade girls had tied him up during recess to torment him, as he lay helpless before them. Janine and Carol asked him, "So Sally, where are you going to go in this beautiful dress." They then added that he might consider shaving his legs and noted he would have to also shave his armpits. "Are you really a transvestite," Carole asked. "Who is Melinda?" Janine queried. All the while Mallory was adorned with a waist cincher reducing him to a 29" waist, petticoat, dress, glove, hat, and shoes while ladies worked all about him stitching, hemming, laughing, and otherwise enjoying themselves while he stood center in the room, elevated, with mirrors all about. He felt too manly to blend into the experience and was in torment every second. He concealed it as best he could. "That should do it. How do you feel Sally May Sue, does it fit you tightly and snugly? You should make quite the 'lady' in this full length dress." "Yes, it appears to fit rather well." "Okay then, that's a wrap. Mallory, once you get dressed, you can settle up with Jacqueline." Mallory dressed and walked to the front of the store. He saw his car out front and Melinda seated behind the wheel looking in. At the register Miss Livingston Pierce asked, "So, Sally May or Mallory, not sure what I should call you, are you pleased with the selection and the fit? I think you will be stunning for you special occasion. Now the dress is $950.00 The Petticoat is $350, shoes $235, gloves $70, waist cincher $200, hosiery is complimentary and the hat is $145. The total cost with tax is $2,052.00. How will you be paying today?" Mallory indicated everything was in order and he paid for the dress. Melinda was waiting outside, and Carole assisted him with loading the dress into the trunk of the car. Mallory then got into the car beside Melinda, and she said, "Good boy. I am very pleased. Did you like the dress I picked out?" "Yes Melinda, I did, it is very feminine." "Well, we'll save it for tomorrow. When we get back, load the dress and boxes into the wardrobe." Mallory now felt completely elevated. He performed, she showed Melinda that he could play ball, obey, submit, and not complain. But he was more than ready to pull out of the parking lot. "Hmmm," Melinda said. "Its 2:30. You were an hour and half. Do me a favor, would you Mallory. Go back into the shop and ask them where you could go get your legs waxed. We cannot have you in the dress all hairy like a caveman. If they have a recommendation, ask to use their phone to make an appointment." "Would she ever stop," Mallory thought to himself. "Melinda, if you like, I could shave myself at home," he said to her. "Mallory, if I were interested in you opinion, what do you think I would do?" "You would ask me." "That's right. And what rule did I prescribe for you today?" "To not talk unless I was addressed." "Now, did I address you, or did I simply tell you what to do?" "You told me what to do." "Should I count this as your second offense Mallory? If I do, do you think you could make it from now till Tuesday without screwing up?" "Forgive me, Melinda. It's just that if I have to go back into that store again, I will just die. And if..." "Did I ask you how you feel?" "No, you did not." "Mallory, you are trying my patience. I did not fly out here to visit you to have you whine and complain. Are you trying to make things difficult for me?" Melinda asked him. "No, but..." "Well you are. You are to obey me. You are to make it easy for me. I do not want to struggle for my control, that is not why I am here. Now I am through explaining myself." "Okay Melinda, I defer to you. I submit." "How much did you spend in Genevie's for the dress and accessories Mallory?" "$2,045.00 dollars." "So, do you think it proper to adorn it like some hairy lug? Or do you think you should be silky smooth for the experience?" "Yes, I should be smooth." Melinda reached over to Mallory and held his tie, firmly in her hand, and she said, "So why do you hesitate? Why do you question me? That is not what I want here." "I'm sorry Melinda, I shall try harder, but it is difficult." "Your difficulty pleases me. Do you want to please me?" "Yes, I want to please you." "Now, how do you propose smoothing over this troubling incident with me Mallory" "I will do what you say right now. I will not complain, and I will promise to work on and improve my attitude so you will not have such difficulties with me again." "Now kiss me," she said, "and please go about the business of pleasing your Mistress. Do not question what she wants." Chapter 5 Later Saturday night Mallory and Melinda returned from the ballet. "I enjoyed the performance immensely, thank you for taking me Mallory. It was truly enchanting." Mallory was dressed in a suit but Melinda had him encased in sheer hose over his newly waxed legs underneath of it. The sensation of the hose and Melinda's incessant teasing of him had him nearly blue balled in discomfort. "Melinda, may I excuse myself to use the bathroom, I have not gone since before dinner," he asked. "No Mallory, stay with me and please put on a pot of decaf coffee would you." After two cups of coffee (Mallory was obligated to drink along) Melinda came over and sat on his lap and began to kiss him. Under her bottom she could feel the bulge in Mallory's pants. She then lit a cigarette, inhaled a very deep drag, and kissed and pushed the smoke into his lungs. "Smoke with me, darling, smoke with me she whispered." Mallory took the smoke in with Melinda all the way down the cigarette, his breath fused with her, his lips soft in her embrace, her pert body enveloped into him. The cigarette was also spiked with some East Asian Tai Stick, and so the two were breathy and intimately getting high together in impassioned fusion. When the cigarette was done, she took Mallory by the hand and led him upstairs to the bathroom. Then she said, laughing and giggling a bit, "Mallory, you can go to the bathroom now, but only by my rules. For starters, whenever you have to go, you must ask me first. And when you ask, you must say, 'Melinda, may I take a pee?'" She then looked at him and waited. On cue he said pleadingly and further humiliated, "Melinda, may I take a pee?" "Well yes Mallory you may. Put your arms atop you head." Melinda then lowered his trousers and pulled down his sheer nylons to reveal his half to nearly fully stiff organ. She took it in her hand and said, "Okay Mallory, when I say green light, you may begin to pee. But when I say red light you must stop. Understand?" she said laughing devilishly. "I want to see you exercise control for me darling." "Green light... red light... pause... greenlight... red light... greenlight... redlight... etc." After five minutes of total torment Mallory emptied his bladder. Melinda now was so fully excited herself that she led Mallory to the bedroom and the two embraced, kissing. She said to him, "Take me." Mallory delicately undressed her, threw his own clothes off, picked her up in his manly, strong arms and whisked her into the bed. "Yes, take me, but do not cum lest I cut your balls off." Mallory kissed and rubbed Melinda tenderly and embraced her wetness with teasing, scintillating movements by his fingers and tongue. He then unwrapped a condom put it on and entered her. He fought between pleasing her and performing and controlling his release, Melinda now was in rapture of him and he strived to make her experience unforgettably pleasing. At last she muttered, "I am cumming, you may cum also." He soon thereafter exploded into her and she cinched him with her arms and legs as she let loose herself. As their lips fused in the car outside Genovese, as their breath fused downstairs in puffs of dreamy smoke, so now their bodies became one in release, holding tight to one another, and they violently melded together like hot blending metals. After finishing, Melinda and Mallory continued to kiss when Melinda softly interrupted, "Kiss me below, I want to cum again." She pushed his head down between her legs and he obliged. She then rode his face till his lips, tongue and mouth were raw at delighting her, and she came again flowing juices into his mouth. Once sated, Melinda got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up a bit. She was now exhausted, relaxed, and content. She got back into the bed and said, "Mallory, hold me. Do not let me go until I say." And so Mallory wrapped his arms around her and held her throughout the night as the two slept entwined together. Chapter 6 Melinda awoke before Mallory, got up and showered. She then returned to the bedroom and cuffed Mallory with ankle and wrist cuffs to the bed. She shushed him when he tried to speak. "Did you sleep well dear?" "Yes Melinda, I did, thank you." "Today is your big day. What mass at the big Cathedral would you prefer to attend today, the 10:30 or 12:00 one?" "Mass, I don't know, what time is it?" Mallory said twisting spread eagled in the restraints still coming to. "Its 6:45." "Really, you wanna go to mass today," Mallory said perplexed. "No, I want to send you to Mass, and I think it only fitting you wear you new Sunday dress too." Mallory was again struck with horror, and was about to protest when Melinda slipped a ball gag into his mouth and secured it around his head. "I don't want you speaking out of turn. If you do, that would be the end of us, and I am just beginning to like you," she said. Melinda then retrieved her panties from Saturday and fit them softly over Mallory's head, and he found himself staring into the blue silk crotch of Melinda's womanhood. His nose was aerated by the smell of her. "You just lie there and think of which service you would most like to attend, and when I come back we can make begin preparing you for your big day as Sally May Sue. I also want you to remember all the rules. I want you to let go all your thoughts about yourself, push them out, and I want you to meditate on pleasing me. Do you want to please me?" purred Melinda. Mallory nodded silently. Next he heard her footsteps leaving the room. He had totally forgotten the dress in throws of last night's passion. Now he bit into the ball gag and pulled against the restraints seeing nothing but Melinda's panty veil in front of him. He could not effectively fight against the restraints, he could not speak or yell for he was muzzled, and more importantly, he could not resist letting Melinda have her way with him. Melinda returned. She'd been gone about 40 minutes. She removed the panties from Mallory's head and kissed him on the forehead. "Do you remember the rules, darling?" she asked. Mallory nodded. Resistance was futile and pleasing her was evermore important now so that she would now ratchet things even further up to emphasize her powers and demean and humiliate him all the more. Melinda removed the red ball gag from his mouth. He kept quiet. "Now, tell me which Mass you want to attend." "The 10:30 one, Melinda." "Did you not say today was my day, and I would get total control over you?" "Yes, I did." "Then, do you think it proper you address me as Melinda?" "Ummm, no, I think it improper." "Then how should you address me?" "I should address you as Mistress" "Now, tell me again, which mass do you wish to attend today?" "I wish to attend the 10:30 mass, Mistress?" "Where?" "At the Cathedral." "And what shall you wear?" "I shall wear my new dress I purchased Yesterday, Mistress?" "Now you are learning." "Thank you Mistress." "Do you think it proper for a slave to kiss his Mistress' ass?" "Yes, if that pleases her." "So, will you kiss my ass?" "Yes Mistress, I will." "Tell me how you will kiss it, slave." "Mistress, I shall kiss your ass gently and lovingly." "Is that all you will do to pleasure your Mistress," said Melinda with indignation. "No, Ma'am, I mean no Mistress. I will kiss you deeply, rim you, and suck you as deeply as you desire and need?" "Are you prepared to show me slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Would you consider this a pleasure or a chore, slave?" "I would consider it a pleasure Mistress." "How would a slave as yourself earn such a pleasure, then?" "I... I." "What do slaves do for their privileges?" "We...uh, earn them." "Earn them what? Slave" "We earn them, Mistress?" "How?" "I..., I am not" "Think, slave, think," with this Melinda squeezed and twisted Mallory's nipples. "A slave, a slave begs for his privileges." "A slave, a slave begs for his privileges. What?" "A slave, a slave begs for his privileges. Mistress? "Well then?" "Please Mistress, you are so pretty, so intelligent, I love you so. Please let me kiss your ass, let me service you. It would be such an honor and a privilege to tongue you deeply and prove my love to you." At this Melinda ascended the bed and mounted Mallory's head. "Very good slave, I shall now grant you the privilege. Do not disappoint me." Mallory's airflow was nearly entirely cut off by Melinda's bottom, anus, and hair. His head wedged into her and he began to lick, rim, and such her anus while saying, "thank you Mistress, thank you" when he could. "Good slave," she said. Chapter 7 Mallory had donned the hosiery after showering and buckled himself into the white pumps as Mistress had told him to. She then applied his makeup and helped him into the long silk-satin powder blue dress, which fitted tightly over his waist cincher and long petticoat. She zipped it fully up the back. She then slipped the gloves onto him and attached pearl earrings to his ears and a long necklace around his neck. Mallory was now transformed, and Melinda said, "Sally May, you are almost passable indeed. Do you feel like a woman now?" "Yes Mistress, I feel very feminine indeed." Well, its time to go. Its 9:45, and I do not want you to be late. I will drive you to the service. "Sally" could barely walk in the four inch heels and full-length dress and petticoat. "You must take small little steps, my sweet. You cannot hurry in such a dress, and you are sure to gobble up plenty of attention wearing that to mass. Now lets go." Melinda pulled up in front of the Cathedral. "Isn't this exciting Sally? Isn't it fun to be formally dressed? You've made me very proud with your cooperative attitude. Now listen to my instructions very carefully. Go into the church, walk up the center isle and seat yourself in the middle of the tenth row. You may wear these tinted glasses to help make you look more passable and mysterious to others. You will stay there for the whole mass. You will take communion when it is offered. You will then re-seat yourself again. At the end of the mass, I want you to leave with the crowd, do no wait for them to disperse. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress, I understand." "Good, Sally. Now here is an envelope for you. Put it in your purse. I want you to open it when the mass begins, not before. Now go. If you fail to meet any of my instructions, Sally, you will sorely regret it. Do not stray from me, understand?" "Yes Mistress." Mallory then fumbled out of the car, onto the sidewalk, and made his way to the service. His only thought now was, "do not call to much attention to myself and try to pass as a woman." He did cut a very feminine figure, but his face was too masculine. The glasses helped mute this, but he worried nonetheless. After seating himself, Mallory took the envelope from the purse and set it beside himself. Gloved, pantied, hosed, petticoated, and otherwise coifed, he sat there in the delirium of his submission and fetishes, and he wondered where Melinda might be watching him. When the Mass started, he opened the envelope and read: Dearest Mallory, Now that you are in the house of God, I feel it fitting that you should concentrate on a devotional tome, and think of your Goddess here on earth that you must worship. I want you to memorize the following devotional below. At the end of mass, fold up this paper and leave it in the hymn book. Please memorize it word for word. Lovingly, Your Mistress, Melinda Slave Devotional In order to be a slave, there will be many things i have to learn to accept within myself and adapt to. My primary purpose in life will be to see to my Mistress' pleasure (both mentally and physically) in any manner She should desire. In order to do this, i will have to learn my Mistress well. Find out what pleases and displeases Her. By this, i do not mean just sexually. i will learn that sex is but a small part of my relationship. i will learn to anticipate her every need and desire without being pushy. Her needs and desires will encompass intellectual stimulation, physical pleasure, emotional support, and many other things unique to her, and i shall always remember - physical does not equal sexual. Physical pleasure may include, but is not limited to, touch, favorite foods, textures, clothing, and colors as examples. It will be my job to make sure her physical pleasures are met in every way. i shall think of the five senses, and make her environment pleasing to all of them. And i shall ever forget - the most pleasing thing in her environment should be me myself. As her slave, it will be up to me to figure out what pleases my Mistress. She should not have to ask constantly for the basic things - i should have learned them. If her glass is empty, i will quietly and unobtrusively refill it. i will always remember, i am doing this for her pleasure not my own. Just because She does not notice and praise me doesn't mean i am doing it wrong. Look at her smile. Is She comfortable? If She looks happy and content, then i have done well, and should bask in her content. i shall always remember that i do this for Her and not for my own satisfaction. My happiness shall come from serving Her and her being happy. Chapter 7 When the Mass ended, Sally folded the paper into the hymn book and she was beside herself in recitation. And out she flowed with the crowd taking little steps and trying to project composure on the outside of her distressed torment. Once outside, the sunlight bathed her in gleaming yellow and her blue dress illuminated like a fairy's glowing halo. "Sally, over here," she heard. Sally turned and saw Melinda standing next to his old Mistress, Charlotte. Sally went pale at the sight of them together. "How did it go Sally? Charlotte and I have been getting acquainted and swapping notes about you. Your really are a bad boy, or should I say girl." Melinda then turned to Charlotte and asked, "What do you think?" "I'm impressed. Melinda you have outdone yourself. I couldn't even get him to don a French Maid's uniform." "Charlotte needs a maid, you know Sally. A good attentive one, and I have been discussing loaning you out to her as a chance for you to refine your service skills. We have a few more things to discuss. So Sally, be a dear heart would you. please go back into the church and get the devotional out of the hymnal. Charlotte would like to read it and have a copy." Mallory, or should we say Sally, just sank. How did this all happen so fast? How had he gotten in so deep? He was losing himself at a rapid rate and a new person was unfolding, taking hold of him. How far would this surrender go, he wondered. Was Melinda just having fun and playing, or was she really planning on enslaving him? Melinda and Charlotte then whisked Mallory in his blue dress away to Charlotte's apartment. They then tied him into a chair and went over to a table to discuss their plans. Melinda was working on some papers and seemed to have very deliberate ideas. It was one and a half hours later before he was released from his bonds and invited over to the table to join his Mistresses. "Sally, Charlotte and I have been discussing you. We feel that you need to practice and refine your skills as a domestic servant. Charlotte also tells me that she has an opening for a domestic position. While I am in Indiana and you are in Baltimore, I want you to be Charlotte's personal maid. You will still be devoted to me, and shall be mine, but under my authority, you will work for Charlotte on a 100% platonic basis. I think this will be good for you, and Charlotte than can help me keep tabs on you. So, please read the following agreement and sign it below." said Melinda, handing over a paper for him to review: MAID CONTRACT Terms and Definitions a. Maid: The person at the service of Mistress who follows instructions and remains devoted to enhancing the life of the Mistress... b. Mistress: The person who fully and completely benefits from the services of the maid, and who directs all the activities and behavior of maid. c. In Service: When 'in service' maid shall follow all directions of Mistress within a 70 mile radius of the Mistress's home. Maid shall meet Mistress wherever she desires within the radius, chauffeur Mistress wherever she desires within the radius, run errands, shop, cook, clean, garden, wash and iron clothes. Maid's uniform, including but not limited to undergarments, wig, skirts, dress, makeup, and shoes shall be prescribed by Mistress. Uniform shall be worn in public as well as private places, but Mistress agrees not to expose maid to public ridicule, harassment, or harm. In preparation for service maid may be required to wash, douche, perfume herself up, and be fully clean and ready for service. While in service maid may be gagged, chained, plugged, hobbled, clamped, clothespinned, blindfolded or whatever else Mistress desires for her amusement. d. Punishment: Maid agrees to accept punishments from Mistress for violation of any of the said terms of this contract. Punishments include, but are not limited to: revocation of masturbation privileges, spanking, bondage, humiliation, culinary discipline, and degradation. Maid also agrees to accept punishment for not meeting the standards of service Mistress has for maid under the terms of this contract. h. Banishment: Maid is forbidden to ever contact Mistress again. Terms and Conditions 1. Maid shall be in be in service to Mistress Charlotte on Monday, & Thursday, beginning at :4:30 pm and ending at 11 pm. Mistress Cancellation Policy: Mistress may cancel full service at any time for any reason. Maid Cancellation Policy: Maid may never cancel a full service obligation unless: (i) maid has professional obligations and provides Mistress 24-48 hours notice; (in such event Mistress may require a makeup date) (ii) maid has a family or personal emergency; (iii) maid is sick or injured. Late Policy: Lateness or tardiness is fully and completely unacceptable from maid, and maid agrees to always, under every circumstance be on time for all full service obligations within the radius. 2. Training: Mistress shall train maid to be a proper 'sissy maid' and may require maid to modify her dress, walk, voice, bathroom behavior, mannerisms, or other behaviors as Mistress deems necessary. Maid shall accept training without question and do what is required immediately. Maid agrees to a work at training and devotes herself to it. Failures, imperfections, infractions are all subject to punishment and or banishment. 3. Obedience: Maid shall comply with all Mistress requests made under the terms of this contract. Hesitation and questioning are strictly forbidden. 4 . Mistress may punish maid for violating any terms of the contract herein. 5. Termination: Mistress may terminate the contact at any time. Maid has absolutely no termination rights to cancel contract. 6. Modification: Mistress may modify the contract at any time and maid shall comply with modifications if possible. Maid may only modify contract in the event of a life changing event affecting maid's household or employment. 7. Duration of Contract: The term of this said contract shall begin on immediately and shall run as long as Mistress desires. 8. Maid's duties shall be strictly of those of a domestic servant, and maid shall have absolutely no sexual relations with Mistress. Signed Maid Mistress Chapter 7 That evening Sally was turned back into Mallory and the dress was put away. He made Melinda dinner, tended to her bath, massaged her feet, and otherwise pampered her so she would be relaxed and ready for her trip home. At about nine that evening, Melinda asked Mallory to come down to the basement, and there she asked Mallory to put back on his set of high heels. She then cuffed his arms over and around a pipe running near the ceiling, and Mallory stood there chained helplessly, his ankle aching in the heels. He spoke not a word and neither did Melinda. She then went upstairs and let him hang there for 30 minutes. When Melinda returned, she had a whip and a paddle in her hands. "Okay Mallory, recite the devotional to me." said Melinda. Mallory worked his way through the devotional as best he could remember it. He did omit certain lines and words and mixed in other elements. When finished he kept silent. "How did I instruct you to memorize the devotional, slave?" "Word for word Mistress." "Then what was that you just recited for me?" "It was the best I could do, it was..." "Shut up slave." She then landed several blows of the whip to his behind. After five strokes she said, "wrong answer." "Now lets try again, what was that you just recited for me?" "Not the text you instructed me to Memorize Mistress." "Correct. Did I ask you what you tried to do? "No Mistress." "Then what did I ask you?" "You asked me what I recited." "Do you wish to make me repeat my questions? Do you think I enjoy that?" "No Mistress" "No Mistress, what? "No Mistress I do not think you enjoy repeating your questions" "And why did I have to repeat myself?" "Because I did not answer your question the first time Mistress." "Ahhh, you are learning. So you admit you have failed me then?" "Yes Mistress I have failed you, I did not properly memorize the devotional." "And why didn't you?" "I just..." "Quiet. Do you think I should tolerate failure in your efforts to please me Mallory?" "No Mistress, you should not tolerate my failures to please you." "You are a lucky slave today Mallory, I shall let you chose between the whip and the paddle. Also, you may pick the number of strokes you shall have as punishment for failing me. Please pick a number that will please me. I shall let you now ponder these questions." Melinda then went back upstairs and descended 30 minutes later. "Well?" she said. "Mistress I would like you to punish me with the paddle. I would like you to apply 50 strokes to correct my errors." "50 strokes? That is a pleasing number. It is a bit late in the evening, what suggestion might you make to promise you will not make too much noise while enduring your punishment?" "You could gag me Mistress." "A most excellent choice." At this Mistress stripped the panties off that she was wearing and said to Mallory, "Open up," after which she popped them into his mouth. She then proceeded to paddle him 50 times as he requested. Chapter 8 Mallory awoke the next morning chained to the bed. Melinda was to fly out that day back to Indiana. "Good morning Mallory," she said, "I am most pleased with your performance this weekend. I almost think you are a worthy slave, almost. I now have one last thing to ask you for before I leave." "Yes Melinda, what is it." "I want you to wear a chastity device for me. Will you do that for me? And I do not want you to ever take it off unless it is under my supervision." "Yes, Melinda, I will do it, I feel I would do anything for you now." "Then you will not object to me fastening the device onto you now?" "No Mistress." "I have two ways to lock it, with a metal padlock or with a plastic lock. Please chose the one you think best? " "To please you Mistress, I will ask for the metal lock." "You are such a good slave, are you not? I will leave a key with Charlotte and take one for myself, but you will not have one," she said. "Now as a reward to you, I will play the chastity game with you to get started. I am going to set the alarm to go off in 40 minutes. After that, I am going to get you excited, mount you, and ride you as you lay here chained to the bed. If you last all 40 minutes, you may wear the chastity belt with the plastic lock and you may masturbate 2 times a week for the next month after serving Miss Charlotte. Every minute you fall short of 40 minutes, however, will equal three days of chastity. You are not allowed to resist me sexually, and I want you pumping has hard as I command you from the bottom. In other words, you are to fuck me as actively as you can from the bottom," she said. Melinda then set the timer and kissed and teased Mallory into a throbbing erection. Melinda then mounted Mallory and said, "Fuck me slut, fuck me hard." Mallory, restrained could not resist the raping force of Melinda who was smothering and riding him, screaming at him to go harder and deeper. But then, suddenly Melinda dismounted him and began to kiss him on the mouth. Mallory regained a bit of control, he felt now he could hold out longer. Melinda then began to work him with her hand and plied her tongue into his ear while she whispered, "I want you to eat your cum" At this Mallory spasmed out of control, and Melinda pumped his cock all the harder saying "Yes, Mallory, cum for your Mistress." Mallory exploded. He came hard. Mistress looked at the clock and recorded that Mallory had held out for 14 minutes. "Hmmm, you only made it to 14 minutes dear heart. What is 40 minus 14," she asked? "26" he said. And what is 26 times 3," she asked? "77" he replied? "O, you poor thing, you now have 77 days of chastity training to endure." Melinda then scooped up Mallory's jism in her fingers and said, "Here Mallory, time for breakfast, open up. Be sure to lick my fingers good and clean too." Next Melinda attached the CB 2000 chastity device to his manhood and secured it in place with the teeth studded ring. She then padlocked it on. After this she said, "You still have a long way to go before I accept you as my total slave and take possession of you. So right now you better work extra hard to please me. You did a good job this weekend, but there will be a lot more for you to do for me from now on." At the airport, Mallory broke down to Melinda and said, "Melinda, I love you, I don't think I can live without you." Melinda kissed Mallory long and passionately, and handed him a card as she left. "Read this as my plane takes off," she said. About an hour later Mallory saw Melinda's plane accelerate down the runway and take off. He opened the card and read: Dear Mallory, Please meditate on these words for me: A slave differs from other types of bottoms in that they have no (enforceable) rights with respect to the top. In particular, they cannot remove themselves from the relationship, and cannot themselves chose to impose restrictions on what is done to them. This lack of rights in the face of the top's acknowledged authority over them constitutes possession, and the difference between a servant and a slave can be summarized by: "Possession rather than obedience is the defining quality of slavery; obedience rather than possession is the defining quality of submission." I may seek possession of you. Are you worthy? Love, Melinda