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"The Ladies Lounge" I had been upstairs all morning making beds, dusting and straightening and finally finished by putting out fresh flowers in the upstairs library and some of the various sitting rooms. After returning to the maid's quarters in the servant's wing I freshened up, checked my hair, fixed my makeup and then left for my afternoon duties downstairs in the main section of the estate. The six inch, black patent leather stiletto heels I wore clicked loudly and rhythmically on the tiled floor as I walked, my legs sheathed in tightly gartered sheer, black, seemed stockings gleamed in the light and whisked their nylon wisps as my thighs rubbed together under my glossy black satin maid's uniform. I could hear the swish of my white frilly petticoats as my hips wiggled along with each step and felt the frothy, nylon chiffon teasing, playing at my thighs as I minced towards my destination sending a symphony of feminine sounds echoing down the elegant hallway. I nodded a greeting to the approaching ladies I met with a feminine smile as they passed but they rarely acknowledged me or any of the other serving staff. I swished into the large sunlit room established as the main dining and gathering place and began my duties for the afternoon as serving maid. I gathered my tray then in my most feminine manner began making the rounds of the tables where the ladies sat and began taking orders for drinks and hor'doeurves. Many of the ladies smiled at me as they ordered their drinks for the afternoon. It was rarely a friendly smile however, rather one of smugness, one of superiority and enjoyment in seeing a man in a fully feminized and controlled state. Once I finished in the main area I began moving around the outer sitting areas where other exclusive women usually sat and talked. They were all upper crust, societies "hoi-polloi" all exquisitely dressed with perfect makeup and not a hair out of place. They, I guess could have been called the "beautiful people" because with their money they could have the best of everything and were freed from the mundane thoughts of having to actually earn a living. Theirs was a pampered lifestyle and this was one place where their every whim, their every desire could be theirs at their slightest mention. I arrived at a lady sitting in an ornate chair by an expensive end table reading a women's fashion magazine. I also noticed a couple romance novels sitting nearby. She was attractive and in her late thirties. Her name was Mrs. Lynette Dobkins, another of the pampered socialites whos husband made his nearly half billion dollar fortune in pharmaceuticals. I smiled as I arrived, curtseyed then asked quietly what her wishes were. She looked up at me, and looked me over like she had before with seeming interest. "I'll have a pink lady dear," she said. "Very good madam," I replied as I curtseyed once again then left to get her drink. I returned, set the glass on a napkin and curtseyed to leave once again when Mrs. Dobkins stopped me. She noticed the name tag on my uniform. "Tiffany isn't it?" she asked. "Yes ma'am," I quietly replied. With that she looked me over more closely. "Turn for me dear, let me have a look at you," she said. I held my tray to my side then gave a turn on my heels twirling around for her as my petticoats swished and my dress rustled then faced her once again. She smiled then snapped her fingers! The estate owner, Ms. Joan Tennent noticed and then crossed the room to see to Mrs. Dobkin's request. Ms. Tennent was in her early forties and very feminine, the essence of womanhood. Her makeup and hair was always done to perfection and she was always dressed in tailored skirts and satin blouses or in some other hyper-feminine dress or gown, and always wore gleaming sheer hose and high stiletto heels. Of course, such a high maintenance look was expensive and time consuming. But Ms. Tennent, now like the ladies she served had become very wealthy over the years and had little else to do but oversee her exclusive women's retreat and look the part of an executive hostess. And in attaining her look, she actually had to do little work herself as her staff of maids worked for her as well seeing to her every need and helping her bathe, dress and do her hair and makeup. I was slated to begin in her service as one of her personal maids within another two weeks as a promotion as she had been making me take instruction in feminine fashion, makeup and hairstyling. But for the moment I was simply a serving maid. "How may I help you today Lynette?" Ms. Tennent asked with a smile as she arrived. Mrs. Dobkins then spoke, "Yes, I like Tiffany here, she's quite the attractive, attentive maid. I've been noticing her for the past week and I do so adore feminized men. Having them properly dressed, controlled and trained is so exciting and you've done such a marvelous job with not only 'her' but your entire staff." "Yes, Tiffany is one of our best maids. She's' very attentive," Ms. Tennent answered, seeming pleased at her instruction of me and how I had turned out. Then Mrs. Dobkins continued. "Yes, so very feminine. I think I would like to spend the afternoon in the ladies lounge, is Tiffany available? I would like to see just how attentive she can be," she finished still looking me over with great interest. She continued looking me over as she held the drink in one hand while toying with the straw with the long red fingernails of the other. She squirmed in her chair and crossed her nyloned legs with a swish holding them tightly flexing her thigh muscles and working one high heeled ankle in little circles as she issued a seductive anticipative coo! "Why of course!" Ms. Tennant said. "I'll see to it at once." When she snapped her fingers I knew what was next. I had been selected. I could feel the color running out of my face, I felt my knees start to buckle, I felt faint but tried to maintain my composure. Because I knew where I was headed. It was the "Ladies Lounge!" I had on two previous occasions been assigned there as a serving maid. I made the rounds bringing bowls of fruit, books and even musical selections on CDs with personal stereos to the ladies and was there to see to any other needs they might had. The lounge was situated away from the main area and was designed to be quiet and secluded. The large sunlit room was set up for a maximum of six women at any given time. The heavy, white oak paneled doors were locked at all times unless the person entering had a pass card. The interior of the room was opulent. Oak paneled walls and a thick pastel carpet lined the floor of the quiet room and luxurious, feminine drapes lined the windows. The furniture was done up in a feminine white French Provincial including the half a dozen chaise loungers and tables spread out about the room. Fresh flower arrangements were brought in daily for the ladies to enjoy. The floral fragrance filled the air while soft music played in the background. The ladies lounge wasn't something that was talked about openly though. It was rarely mentioned and never talked about by the serving staff for fear of punishment. I didn't really understand why this was but I did remember my time in service there. It was a different experience and I wasn't quite sure what all the fuss was about but there was something different, something strange about the place! I noticed the ladies who were using the lounge as I brought drinks and reading material and saw to their needs but what was different was that these ladies usually didn't converse with each other. They seemed to be in their own little worlds as they reclined on their chaise lounges to just lay back and luxuriate! They all wore Ms. Tennants' trademark floor length chiffon gowns that were all done up in layers of a swishy, peach colored nylon chiffon. Aside from the soft music that was usually playing in the background the room was mostly silent. With one exception. Sometimes, when I was near the ladies serving them I could sometimes hear quiet, almost inaudible muffled "glubbing" or "mmphfffing" sounds. I often noticed that the ladies all looked strangely "pregnant" too, and that some would rub their "tummies" in contentment as they laid back. I would sometimes hear the creak of what sounded like ropes or straps and a muffled moan and the swish of satin as the ladies would hold and rub their tummies and then often blush with excitement and then lay back once again with their contented vacant look! Every now and then some would giggle slightly with satisfaction while others would wiggle and grind their hips slightly, flex their legs then wiggle their nyloned toes but after a while most all of them would just lay back and stare into space with a lazy, almost glazed eyed look of total satisfaction on their faces! Other women would relax and read romance novels which seemed to be the preferred reading material in the lounge while others would listen to music or just luxuriate in the moment. But either way, once their time was up they were thoroughly satisfied and relaxed. I began to wonder if drugs were being used in the lounge and if that was the reason it wasn't allowed to mention the room. But I never saw any drugs. The serving maids would always be ordered from the room when ever a lady client would leave or enter through the large oak doors. Ms. Tennent was always there to personally see to each of them individually and to get them situated for their afternoon of pampered relaxation. It was a premiere service she provided to her guests and guaranteed that no other ladies retreat or club on the planet provided such an exclusive service as this. We only saw the ladies once they were seated on their chaise lounges when we would then return to see to their needs as before. I didn't understand this either and it added to the mystery of the secluded room. Then, as I saw my escorts approaching my thoughts returned to the moment! Two large women in starched white dresses and white stockings looking like old fashioned nurses and wearing matching white utilitarian work shoes quickly appeared from behind a curtain after being summoned by Ms. Tennent. You never saw them unless they were needed. These were women alright, but powerfully built women that looked like eastern European wrestlers! They quickly took me by the arms and as Ms. Tennent took away my silver serving tray the ladies led me away for my preparation. I put up little resistance but knew after my being trained to serve here that it was helpless to resist and that the punishment for such resistance could go far worse! A few of the other serving maids and the catered women they were attending to glanced in my direction as the two uniformed women took me away and things soon returned to normal. My mind raced at how I had gotten here and what was now happening. This was an exclusive ladies club. No men allowed except for the security force stationed around the estates perimeter to keep the nosy people and prying eyes away and the serving maids like me inside! It was situated on a large suburban estate that was surrounded by high brick walls, gates and completely lined in tall trees that further secluded the entire property. I had been here for only a little over a year but had learned that this place had been in existence for nearly ten years serving the needs of the cities and the regions most exclusive and wealthiest women. I guess I may be getting ahead of myself but like I just mentioned, that although the place didn't look like it, it was a fortress. And nothing is unusual in having maid service in an exclusive retreat such as this but what was unusual is that every maid serving at the estate was, or had been, a male! It seemed so long ago now. I had gone to a Halloween party and decided to take a chance and go in "drag" to one of the local night clubs. I didn't dress to be campy or comical, I dressed to be a feminine knockout, a total lady in the extreme. I must have done my job too well because although I had several men hitting on me and managed to play the feminine part to my enjoyment and even get a few free drinks it struck me strange that a very attractive woman would approach me and strike up a conversation. That's the first time I met Ms. Joan Tennent! Although I liked the attention from the men I wasn't gay. I liked women and women who approach a man all dressed up like one are rare indeed. Ms. Tennant was stunning and appeared wealthy. One thing led to another, she seemed excited by me and I thought that even though she was older than I was she understood this little "hobby" of mine. She seemed to anyway. She then offered me a visit to her home and said she would love to see me dress up and thought it was so interesting that a man would enjoy doing such a thing. I found her refreshing and very liberating, very adventurous and exciting and wanted to know more. As understanding as she seemed I imagined she could be the ideal woman for me. She said she had a limosene outside and after a couple more drinks I agreed to pay her a visit. I still remember riding through the gates of the estate that night but began to feel strange, groggy. I grew faint, I slumped in my seat then knew something was wrong when I fell down across Ms. Tennent's skirted lap. She held me from falling to the floor and I passed out just as we drove through the main entrance to her estate. Once I awoke I learned I had been drugged at the club with a strong sedative to make me easier to handle. She had been careful in her choice. I was pretty much a loner, had few friends and a nothing job. Ms. Tennent saw to it my apartment was vacated and that a phone call was made to my employer saying I had found employment elsewhere. After a few other odds and ends were taken care of I simply disappeared without a trace and was never missed! Over the next several weeks I was transformed into a submissive house servant trained to serve as a proper female maid! I was quickly plucked, painted, powdered and pierced and with the exception of a little triangle tuft of pubic hair that remained, I was now totally hairless below my eyebrows that had now been shaped into a high and feminine arch! I was offered the option of immediately beginning female hormone therapy and the option of total sex reassignment surgery but although one or two other "maids" that Ms. Tennent had "Shanghaied" over the years had agreed and were now total women in nearly every respect I declined. Ms. Tennant smiled at me as she held the syringe, a drop of estrogen forming at the tip of the needle and nodded her understanding "maybe later then sweetie" she said as she paused momentarily then turned and put everything back in a nearby cabinet. Her smile suggested more however. It seemed to me to be an option that she could force should I ever disobey her wishes while in her service. My training lasted six months in the restricted wing of the estate situated at the back of the property. I never saw pants after that and only wore women's clothing and the required maid's outfit. I was instructed in my deportment, how to move, gesture, act and walk and sit in a most feminine fashion. I was then taught how to serve as the proper maid. After the six month period I was given my duties as one of the full time live in staff maids and began my service to Ms. Tennent and her wealthy lady patrons. The ladies in the white uniforms escorted me down the hallway to a preparation room near the ladies lounge. I tried to pull away but there was no place to go. I felt like I was being punished. "But, I'm starting as Ms. Tennant's personal maid in only two weeks!" I said thinking it might get me a reprieve. But it didn't. "This isn't 'punishment' Tiffany," one of the large women said with a smile as the other one issued a faint giggle at my plight. "You have been chosen. If you'll remember, this, is an exclusive ladies retreat and we must see to our client's needs, don't you agree? You are simply performing a service!" she finished. We soon arrived at the room and after unlocking the door I was led forcibly inside. I felt my knees buckle! The ladies held me tight as they dragged me inside to a fitting area in the quiet, carpeted room that resembled a women's dressing room or boudoir. I couldn't imagine what was next! While one of the ladies went to the large closet and began taking items from shelves and drawers the other lady began by untying my maid's apron and taking off my maid's cap. She then had me step out of my stiletto heels, then unzipped my dress with a swish and had me step out of it. My mind reeled, I was shaking and speechless while the two ladies silently went about their preparations. The petticoats were removed next and soon all of my outer clothing was hanging neatly on hangars in the closet for when my servitude in the ladies lounge was over. The lady who had been at the closet then approached me carrying a large sack-like contraption that looked a bit like an unlined sleeping bag but this was no sleeping bag! She also had straps, a heavy white braided cord and a few other items with her. I started to squirm as she set out everything on the carpeted floor and spread out the long, tube-like bag then opened it wide. It was all very matter of fact as the ladies went about their business. I was being prepared now. My earrings were removed and my makeup was cleansed from my face. They removed my brassiere and my silicone falsies, then removed my garter belt and my seamed, jet black hose. They then removed my panties and continued by putting me into a tight, white lycra spandex briefer. They worked me until my testicles were up inside me, then pulled my manhood back stretching it between my cheeks tightly then quickly pulled the briefer up high and tight on my waist. I was then fitted with a pair of nude support pantyhose and these were worked up high and tight as well. A tight high cut panty girdle done up in tight white spandex was then put on me and worked up high and tight on my waist then zipped into place. The ladies checked to make sure my bulge was now totally concealed and they marveled at my now smooth and girdled "V" shaped mound! They then fitted me into a lace trimmed, white nylon teddy and adjusted the straps to ensure a proper fit. My long hair was then quickly combed out, pulled back and then tied in a tightly braided pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way. They didn't allow anyone to be placed into the bag naked because Ms. Tennent felt it wasn't proper and certainly not ladylike and they abhorred the thought of anyone showing a bulge! And with just enough slippery lingerie on the subject, fitting them into the bag went much quicker and provided a tighter fit. They then pushed me down to my knees on the carpeted near the white satin bag and forced me to the floor! The bag was done up in a gleaming white slipper satin, double lined and oversewn with heavy white nylon thread for extra strength. I could see the several attached white nylon straps and heavy metal fastening rings and noticed the gleaming silver grommets that ran up the back of the form fitting bag and saw the long length of heavy, woven white silk cord on the floor that the ladies were going to use to lace up the bag after they had me inside of it! I managed to squirm away then got up and began backing off! Both ladies then grabbed me and pulled me back to the center of the room. I grimaced, squirmed and gasped as they fought to get me to the floor. "You cooperate Tiffany, or do we have to get the sedative!?" one of them said as they continued with me. I tried my best to struggle as they forced me down but they were too strong. Holding my face down they pulled the bag near and started working my feet into it. I wriggled and twisted as I grimaced then began grunting with all my might as I kicked the bag away and fought to keep them from getting control of me and putting me into it. After a few minutes of this they'd finally had enough. "It's only for a few hours this afternoon Tiffany," one of the ladies said with a comforting tone but I would have none of it! Then the other lady said, "Hold him down," and with that she went to a cabinet and returned with a syringe. I watched and struggled as the other lady held me tight then felt the needle stick and the medication enter me as she pushed the plunger down! "Hold him tight," she said as she injected me. My head began to swim and I began to feel weak and faint. "That's enough," the lady holding me said. "We'll need him fully conscious for Mrs. Dobkins you know so that he can properly attend to her needs," she said. "No, this one is going to be difficult, 'she'll' need just a bit more to soften her up." The lady gave me a bit more of the solution until I became confused, started to babble and was weak as tea! When I was limp and my unfocused eye's began to flutter she seemed satisfied. "There! That should do it," she said as she took away the syringe then swabbed the area with a cotton swab. The lady holding me then released her grip and stood up. I laid on the floor now stunned, and quite immobile and helpless. "There, all nice and quiet now. Much better!" the lady with the needle said as she smiled and looked down on me. "I thought most men loved 'pussy?'" she added while the other one finished, "Oh, don't worry little Tiffany here is going to be getting all the 'pussy' she can handle!" Then both ladies giggled at my plight! They then started working me over to get me ready for my service in the ladies lounge! They lifted me up and laid me face down inside the open satin bag. I blubbered an incoherent protest but the ladies continued and silently went about their work. They were well practiced in doing this and three times a week this service was provided to the ladies at the retreat who requested it. This was just part of their normal routine. My legs were quickly fitted into the separate white satin leg linings of the bag. The slipperiness of the support hose made it nearly effortless for them to smooth my legs into the bag! My legs and feet swished into the white satin until my feet were tightly pointed into a ballerina position at the bottom of the bag. My ankles were then cinched tightly together. They then fitted my arms into similar white satin sheaths which looked like a single long white glove. My arms and hands fitted into the separate compartments of the glove and the material went up over my shoulders. My wrists were then cuffed together with the attached white leather strap! The ladies then zipped the little zippers that ran up the leg and arm openings then each took a measure of the white silk cord and began lacing the eyelets at the back of my legs and arms! I twitched and grimaced still in a twilight haze as I listened to the silk laces whistle through the steel grommets at the back of the satin bag as the ladies worked. I could feel myself being laced into the bag as the leg and arm sheaths got tighter and tighter. My legs were soon immobile and cocooned in the heavy satin material. The lady working on the other end soon had my elbows tightly tied behind me as well. The lady finishing lacing my legs together noticed. "Tighter, we need to make him tighter because when he comes to he's going to start squirming and we can't have any of that!" the lady said as she went to help. They then both continued lacing my arms behind my back until the laces were creaking in the eyelets and my elbows were nearly touching at the back! "There, just a little more," the one lady said. They then gave a few more stiff pulls of the laces until my arms were tightly at my back and my chest was forced stiffly out! I was then fitted with a double paneled strapped contraption that fit over my head! They pulled it down over my face and neck then fastened it to the inside of the satin bag with little straps and buckled them tight. I listened to the swish of the straps and the metallic sound of the "D" rings and buckles as they strapped and cinched the contraption down securely. They then pulled the satin bag up over my shoulders and up around my neck once again pulled up the long white zipper that ran the length of the entire bag. They then buckled the bag at the neck then as before they took another length of the white braided cord and laced the bag closed starting at the feet. When they were done the double layered white slipper satin bag was tight and gleamed in the room light. I could barely twitch! I grunted as I struggled and strained against the heavy satin. It caused the bag to creak. Then I immediately remembered that sound, the sound I had heard before when I served in the ladies lounge! I paniced! "Don't worry," one of the ladies said with a giggle, when we're finished strapping him down, you won't see any movement. None at all!" I could feel myself coming to now but was still dizzy. One of the ladies then pulled the garment down past my face and over my neck and continued by fitting my nose with some sort of plastic, rubberized tubes! She carefully applied a surgical glue then worked the bulbous ends into each nostril to hold them wide and made sure they wouldn't accidentally come out. She then fed the tubes around my head and put them through two little holes that exited the paneled girdle type material at the sides near the back of my head. After a few moments the tubes were secure and wouldn't slip. I was then fitted with a large white rubber ball gag which was strapped through two openings in the girdle headpiece. As the lady pulled the strap tightly in back I felt the large rubber ball gag fill my mouth and silence me as the white leather straps sunk into my cheeks! The ladies then wheeled over what looked like a large chaise lounge! It was thicker than a usual lounger and longer too. I soon realized it was one of the six chaise lounges used in the ladies lounge! It was covered in a heavy, ivory colored patterned jacquard material similar to satin and matched the white of the French Provincial style of this piece of elegant furniture. I watched as the ladies undid the four decorative metal clasps at the front and side of the lounger and watched as they swung open the top that was attached to a long piano hinge on the other side. I heard the remaining straps dangling from the bag 'clink' as they then lifted me and put me into the lounger! They laid me face down on the padded interior and pulled me up towards the front of the chaise lounge. They laid my chin on top of the padded outside surface and it was then I realized there was a hole designed for my neck and head to protrude! I then heard the metal "D" rings and the whistling sound of the webbed white nylon straps as they began tightly securing me inside the lounger! I could hear them fastening buckles and felt them cinching me down. They pulled and cinched until I couldn't make a move and couldn't budge or even twitch then closed the top of the padded chaise lounger over me. I could feel the slight pressure of the padded interior that held me even further immobile as they closed top and re-clasped the sturdy, decorative metal clasps at the sides and foot of the lounger! It sounded like I was being fitted into a steamer trunk but I knew this was different. Things were becoming clearer! I then heard a phone ring. One of the ladies answered it. "Preparation room!" she said and then listened. "Yes, we have him nearly ready to bring out now. Yes, Ms. Tennent, we'll be ready for her," the lady said as she hung up the phone and returned to me. She finished by taking an ammonia ampule and holding it near the nose tubes at the sides of my head. I heard the "pop" and was quickly awakened by the strong scent! The ladies giggled at hearing me gasp and cough through the nose tubes and blubber through the ball gag and then seeing me only able to twitch silently in the girdle that was placed over my head they giggled with satisfaction! Everything else was still. I was now merely an accessory to an elegant piece of furniture! They pulled the girdle-like contraption up and stretched it over my head then laid it out on the chaise lounge. They giggled again as they lowered the wheels on the lounger then became silent as they wheeled me through another door and into the opulent ladies lounge! The serving maids had been ushered out of the lounge as always so they wouldn't see what was going on. They were sure to wonder but from their viewpoint it was nearly all speculation. We all knew there were other maids who "served" in the ladies lounge and knew that after this ordeal they always had the following day off to rest and recuperate but under Ms. Tennent's orders it was forbidden to speak about anything that went on in here. Several of the maids were wondering but with nobody saying anything the additional things that went on in the ladies lounge were simply, a mystery. But for me, now? Things were fast becoming clear as I was wheeled into position near an end table. Then I remembered when I struggled and heard the satin bag swish and realized I'd heard that same sound before when I was a serving maid then realized it must have been coming from inside the chaise lounge! And the "pregnant" appearance of the ladies on the loungers now chilled me to the bone! They were the heads of the "serving" maids servicing the ladies! My gagged and girdled head bobbed silently as I strained, looking around the room to see where I was but I couldn't see much through the top of the girdle that was pulled over my head. One woman already seated at her lounger saw the ladies wheel the me in. She noticed the panty girdle and my bobbing head and caught a glimpse inside the girdle at my gagged mouth, my lips forced silent and wide around the white rubber ball gag and my wild eyed look of panic as I was wheeled into position. She looked right at me and issued a lilting giggle as she leaned back once again to enjoy her "service." I was wheeled across the carpeted floor to a quiet corner near a table and could make out several other women already there relaxing. Some were reading romance novels but others seemed to be staring into space just smiling and quietly cooing with enjoyment as I had seen before. I could hear the soft tranquil music and smell the scent of the flowers in the air now too. I then felt the ladies place the Chaise lounge in its proper position and then with the flip of a couple levers the wheels retracted and the sturdy lounger settled to the floor. The ladies that had worked me over then left and I waited for what would happen next. I struggled but couldn't move my body and could barely even twitch my girdled head as I was forced to wait for my period of service. I then heard Ms. Tennent speak as Mrs. Dobkins arrived. "Mrs. Dobkins! So nice to have you with us in the ladies lounge this afternoon," she said with satisfaction as she guided Mrs. Dobkins to the chaise lounge! I could hear the swish of the nylon chiffon and could smell the familiar perfume Mrs. Dobkins wore as she took her seat on the chaise lounge like she had many times before. For the first time ladies it was a very different and unique experience that was offered in no other spa or retreat. But after learning what the ladies lounge services were the women who frequented the lounge quickly learned the procedure. The women who regularly used this service paid a high price but felt it was so relaxing and so fulfilling that it was worth it at nearly any price. And to the women in this club, price wasn't a factor. They wanted the pinnacle, the limit in pampering and once in the ladies lounge, they knew they were in for the ultimate treat! Mrs. Dobkins whisked up her floor length, layered nylon chiffon robe and nightgown with a swish and straddled the lounger. As usual the ladies in the ladies lounge all wore them. They were all done up in that soft peach color and emblazoned with the floral and feminine crest that Ms. Tennent had designed for her exclusive retreat. "Let's just get you situated shall we Lynette?" Ms. Tennent said as I felt the straps on my ball gag loosen. She then took the gag away. I worked my jaws that had been fixed in position for so long. Ms. Tennent then pulled the girdle material down exposing my head then carefully checked to make sure the nose breathing tubes were firmly attached then she pulled the garment up and held it open as Mrs. Dobkins centered herself at the head of the chaise lounge. She gathered her nightgown and robe up high around her waist then took the top of the heavily paneled panty girdle in her hands and began working her legs into the lace trimmed leg openings! It was now that I realized what Ms. Tennent had come up with in setting up her ladies lounge! As I awaited the arrival of Mrs. Dobkins all that could be seen on the chaise lounge was the nob of a head held silent and gagged waiting inside a full panty girdle that was laid out over the seat. It was so much easier this way to get the servants to perform, because the servants inside the lounger didn't seem real at all now! And all the lady had to do was lift her gown and slip the garment on just like it was a tight long leg panty girdle! And now I was in the girdle! Mrs. Dobkins began putting on the girdle. She was wearing a pair of shiny, old fashioned nylon stockings that were held tight and high on her thighs by a sturdy, white satin garter belt. This was also found to be a needed requirement as the nearly frictionless hosiery made it a lot easier for the ladies to be properly fitted. I gasped as she slid one leg into the girdle and then the other and began wriggling into the tight garment! I could smell her perfume and see her trimmed slit approaching, glistening with moisture in anticipation of what was to come! I gasped as I felt her begin tugging the girdle, pulling it past her thighs and over her hips! I could smell her feminine musk and hear her breathing quicken in anticipation! The white, heavily paneled nylon spandex girdle became tight around my head as I felt her nyloned thighs whistle and zip past my cheeks. She wiggled further and tugged until my lips touched her vaginal lips. I heard her gasp with excitement as she pulled the girdle tighter still causing my face to press even more tightly against her! I began to panic! I issued a muffled gasp and "mmpphhfff!" Ms. Tennent then held my head so I couldn't squirm as Mrs. Dobkins tugged the girdle up further and wiggled her hips. My face pressed tighter against her now. And as she continued pulling the girdle and wiggling her hips my lips pushed past her outer lips and as she worked her vagina against my face my lips were soon pressed against her inner lips! Mrs. Dobkins issued a feminine gasp as Ms. Tenent voiced her approval, "Feels just delicious doesn't it?" she said with a giggle. I heard Mrs. Dobkins issue another gasp and then a contented feminine sigh in agreement. The girdle was now stretched fully up now and tightly in place. I heard Mrs, Dobkins buckle the tight white nylon webbed belt at her waist. She then pulled the lace trimmed legs down and smoothed them over her tightly gartered nylon stockings. She then begin to tighten the other straps at the sides of her hips that ran down the sides of my girdled face and over my head to the back of the girdle. I could hear the metal clasps and the straps as they whistled through the "D" rings as both ladies worked the buckles. "Now you remember don't you?" Ms. Tennant said. "Just pull these straps tight until you get him where you feel the most sensation just like you like it and then that's it dear, relax and enjoy!" Mrs. Dobkins had been here before but I was a new servant to her today and she couldn't wait to test me out. I felt her begin working the straps and felt her wiggle a bit more to get me situated then felt her really start to pull at the straps! As they cinched tighter I could feel her nyloned thighs surround my face tightly as I was pulled closer and closer the girdle material around my head and face pulled me tighter and slightly forward as Mrs. Dobkins slid down even more until finally my face was forced tightly against her mound! I tried to struggle again, bobbing my head in a panic as my lips entered then passed her inner vaginal lips. Her outer lips were already engorged and lubricated in her excitement, she pulled me tighter, my face sunk deeper! I could now feel her lips stretched around my face and pressed firmly against my cheekbones! She gasped as she adjusted and tightened the straps further, forcing my nose up against her clitoris. I now realized the need for the nose tubes because my entire face was now in Mrs. Dobkin's vagina! "There dear, not too tight," Ms. Tennant cautioned. "You'll want a little give so he'll have room to twitch against you as he struggles," she giggled. "You'll find it much more exciting and satisfying," she said as she finished then helped Mrs. Dobkins by gathering her nightgown and robe then swishing the floor length garment out fully across the chaise lounge. It became a peach colored dark as Ms. Tennant fluffed Mrs. Dobkin's gown down. I could smell the perfume and hear the swish of the nylon chiffon nightgown and robe as she swished the layered garment down over my head. Finally as I had seen before, I knew that all that could be seen were Mrs. Dobkins feet, her red pedicured and perfumed toes now flexing and curling under her sheer, glossy nylon stockinged feet at what was happening under the nightgown and the tightly cinched girdle! To anyone who wasn't informed who would now look into the ladies lounge all they would see were women relaxing and enjoying themselves in the pleasant room with music or a book never knowing what was really happening! Once I was properly set I heard Ms. Tennant bid Mrs. Dobkins a pleasant afternoon and then faintly heard the swish of her tight skirt and stockings as she left. I felt Mrs. Dobkins reach down and cradle my head, rubbing it through the layers of the nylon chiffon nightgown and robe making sure I was situated properly as she cooed and then purred with satisfied excitement. My face was buried deeply in her vagina and I could only make muffled "glubs" as my head twitched and I struggled weakly in the satin bag! She moved and wiggled a bit more until she was exactly where she wanted to be then I felt her tense up and then issue another gasp as she came to orgasm, her vagina twitching against my face! Her nyloned thighs tightened around my head and face with a nylon swish, I felt her pulling and rubbing my head through the nylon chiffon of her gown as she pressed my face against her! She began to coo with delight! I then felt her vagina start to twitch against my face and lubricate even more as her entire body tensed up, shuddered and then spasmed in a now full orgasmic release! She let out a satisfied, contented moan, a feminine, womanly sound of sexual release and total contentment. This happened twice more until finally I felt her relax, She rubbed my girdled head through the layered nylon chiffon gown in a contented fashion. But by now I was as spent as she was! Secured in that satin bag and with my girdled head cinched tightly to her I was now quite immobile, quite helpless and quite totally silent! I heard a serving maid approach and ask if there was anything she could get for her and after Mrs. Dobkins said no I heard the maid swish away not having the slightest inkling that another maid was bound and gagged and writhing in a tight satin bag forced to perform this most personal of services for Mrs. Dobkins! Then as she laid back on the chaise lounge she took a book from the end table which was most likely a romance novel. She then began reading to fully enjoy her afternoon in the ladies lounge!