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How I became Mistress Mischelle's maid babette
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This is the beginning of a multi-part story that I am working on
with my wife. She wrote the part "Mischelle's maid babette's
training" and submitted it to Fictionmania. It was added on
7/24/2007. I suggest that you open up another Internet window and
have that story ready but don't read it until the character in this
story is reading it. After reading my wife's story then return to
this one but keep hers open for reference.
We both hope you enjoy our stories and we will both be adding to
them in the future.
I know that to the regular fans of Fictionmania this is a common
theme..."Reading Fictionmania Changed My Life". Perhaps this is such
a common theme because it's so true. I know it was for me. You see
I'm a sales manager for a fairly large company. I was the classic
rags to riches story starting off in the mailroom, learning the
business and the company from the ground up and then moving into
sales. I worked hard and eventually became consistently one of the
top sales people. As the sales manager was planning his retirement he
chose me to take over for him. As sales manager I was able to grow
the company even more and with it my salary and bonuses increased
accordingly. I was living the dream at work.
My personal life was equally blessed. My wife and I were married for
10 years now and things were going great. We weren't able to have
children due to my low sperm count but we were both OK with that.
With my job and hers we were able to travel a lot and not having
children made that a lot easier. Cindy occasionally mentioned that
her biological clock was ticking and that she thought about having
kids, but then it would pass and life would go on. My job took a good
bit of my time as did hers, but when we got together things were
pretty good. I know, I said that things were going great just a
couple of lines earlier. Well, for the most part they were, I did
have one area that I wasn't real happy about, but as a whole I really
couldn't complain. As a regular reader of Fictionmania then you know,
or least have an idea of what I'm leading up to. I liked to dress en
femme and Cindy didn't care for it. She occasionally slipped a pair
of her panties on me in bed but that was as far as it went.
Now as a part of my job I did have to occasionally go out of town
for business and when I did, I had a special suitcase that I kept in
the attic in the garage that I would take with me. It had my feminine
clothing, shoes, wigs and make-up. I think Cindy might have known
about it, but if she did, she just ignored it. I would spend my
evenings in the room all dolled up. I was never confident enough to
venture out dressed and I didn't have a desire to meet men either. I
just like getting all dressed up. The only thing is that recently
even that started to become a bit boring and a bit of a rut so I
started to visit a couple of professional dommes that specialized in
sissy training. I always paid cash so that Cindy wouldn't find out
and I was extremely careful to keep that separate.
Those of you who have succeeded in you jobs generally know that to
really advance and to do a good job you need to put in the extra
time. First in and last to leave. Lead by example I believe. I would
never ask any of my sales force to put in any extra time if they
didn't see me doing it. I've had those bosses, who came in late, left
early for golf or went out to lunch and didn't come back. That wasn't
me. My people knew that I wasn't some 'professional' manager. I
worked the same job they were doing and I respected them. Of course I
did feel that I had earned a few perks. I did have a nice office and
some nice electronic toys. My office had the latest, fastest computer
with two 27" flat screen monitors. I admit that I used it to surf
some femdom sites and of course read the stories on Fictionmania. I
also admit that this was in direct violation of our companies
Internet usage policies, but I figured I had earned the privilege of
bending the rules just a bit, but I never did that during work hours.
It was usually something that I did to unwind at the end of a hectic
day.
After a particularly hectic day I was doing my usual 'unwinding
activity'. One screen had a Fictionmania story as I recall, something
about being forced to become a sissy maid, the other screen had a
website of one of my professional Dommes that I was viewing some of
her galleries and I think I even had another screen in the background
opened where I was scheduling my next appointment with her. When I
felt the need to go down the hall to the bathroom I waited as long as
could, maybe just a bit too long (damn Fictionmania, I just can't
tear myself away from some of your stories) and when I couldn't wait
any longer I just ran out of the office down the hall. I didn't give
it a thought since I was the only on in the office and if I took the
time to log off or to even lock my PC I might not have made it so I
just got up and ran. When I got back the screen saver was running and
I unlocked it with my password. As I started to settle back in I
noticed a note on my desk:
Bob,
I stopped by to do system upgrade and I saw that you were still here
and logged on. I'll come back tomorrow after 5:30 to do the upgrade.
Mischelle
Mischelle is our IT person. Like me she's here early and leaves
late. She says that it's easier to do some of her work, like
upgrades, when no one's in the office. I wondered if my screen saver
kicked in before she came in or after. I figured that since her note
sounded so matter of fact that she must not have seen my screens.
Just to be safe though, I didn't do any surfing or anything else that
might get me in trouble for at least a week or two. It was coming up
to my next trip and I wanted to check with the Domme that I had
scheduled a meeting with to make sure that everything was on. Of
course once I started I just had to hit another sissy site or two
along with Fictionmania. I mean how many good stories did I miss in
those two weeks. Once the dam was broken I returned to my old habits.
Another month had passed when everything came crashing down. I
received an e-mail from Mischelle saying that she had some technology
items that she wanted to discuss with me. Could I be around in my
office at 5:30? I answered her back saying that it wasn't a problem.
I thought that I'd actually enjoy it since we frequently talked about
some of the newest technologies and had some good geek speak
sessions. It also didn't hurt that she had a nice figure with ample
breasts and a nice face to match with long red hair (I have a thing
for redheads too). So when 5:30 came around and she knocked at my
door I was glad to see her.
She was wearing a black leather skirt, stockings and high-heeled
boots. She was wearing a blue silk top that accentuated her breasts.
I thought she was a bit over dressed for work but I thought that she
might have had a date or something after work. She was carrying a
leather portfolio and when she walked in she just nodded to me as she
sat in the chair across from me. Opening the portfolio she then
leaned over the desk and looked me right in the eyes. "Bob, we have a
problem here." A lump formed in my throat and my mouth went dry.
"What kind of problem?"
She pulled out some papers and put them on my desk. "These are logs
>from you computer. They show a list of IP addresses of Internet sites
that violate the policies and procedures of this company."
"There must be some kind of mistake." I stammered.
"There is no mistake." She replied coolly "I walked into your office
six weeks ago and found you logged onto some questionable sites. I
gave you the benefit of the doubt that it might have been a one-time
indiscretion on your part and it seemed as if that was the case.
There was no additional activity of this type for two weeks. Then..."
she paused to reach back into her portfolio and pull out a few more
sheets that she put in front of me..."you logged onto 'Mistress
Desire's Sissy Training' web site. It seems as if you were checking
on an appointment that you had with her when you were in San Diego on
a business trip. Now I also checked you corporate expense accounts
and credit card and found no unauthorized activity there. However you
are in total violation of the companies computer policy."
I tried to get some moisture into my mouth before I stammered,
"listen Mischelle, I know that I viewed a few web sites that might be
inappropriate at work, but I only did those after business hours and
I never downloaded anything that might compromise the companie's
computer or use any company resources other than some Internet time."
"The companies policies are quite clear," she pulled out a signed
copy of the policy, "and you knew that when you read and signed this
document. It clearly states that any appropriate usage is subject to
immediate dismissal. It does not allow for before or after hours."
"Listen Mischelle," I was clutching for straws here "I know what the
policy says. I helped write the damn thing. I've been her for 10
years and I think that should count for something. I think I deserve
some lynches. Can you just give me a warning and let it go at that?"
"If I did that then I would be negligent in my job and I could lose
it. The top brass are already on me to clamp down on employee abusing
this policy. They want to put a stop to it before productivity drops
any further so I need to adhere strictly to this policy."
By now I was panicking, "I can't afford to lose this job over a few
Internet sites. Can't we work something out?"
With that she knew she had me. A slight smile came over her face,
one that I knew I'd regret. She reached back into her folder and
pulled out yet another slip of paper.
"I figured that you might want to work something out. I believe that
you'll recognize this address, it's bookmarked in your favorites,
Fictionmania. Go there and find a story by Mistress Mischelle titled
'Mischelle's maid babette's training'. Read that story and when
you're done e-mail me at the address below. By that time you should
have a good idea what's in store for you if you want to work this out
with me. If you'd rather take your chances then that's fine too. I'll
give you a week to turn in your notice and find another job before I
go to the boss with my information. Who knows, you might get lucky,
with him. When your wife see this that might be a different story."
I knew that she had me by my little balls. Yes, I might be able to
beg my boss and keep my job. I mean I was one of the companies best
employees, but then again you never know if they decide that this is
a big, company wide problem, abusing the Internet policy, what better
example could there be than a top employee. Even if I did keep my job
I knew that Cyndi would never understand and if Mischelle had any
information on my meetings with the Dommes, and I'm sure that she
did, that would put an end to my marriage. Just then an envelope hit
my desk in front of me.
"When I leave here you are to wait 15 minutes before you log back
onto your PC. You know that I can and will check that. Before you do
though you are to undress and put on what is in this envelope. If you
fail to follow these instructions then I will assume that you are
choosing to take your chances with the consequences of your actions.
I'll be waiting for your e-mail. Again if I don't receive it in a
reasonable amount of time then I will again assume that you are
making that choice."
Without another word Mischelle got up, straightened her skirt and
walked out of my office. I sat there for a minute, my head spinning
as I watched her walk across the main floor to the elevators. I
looked at my watch and then the envelope. It was a plain 9X12 manila
envelope. It looked a bit thick, thicker than just papers. I opened
it up to find a pair of red panties and a matching bra. I removed
them from the envelope and felt their soft, silky smoothness in my
hand. I could feel my small cock start to stir and I knew that she
did indeed know me.
It took me a minute to regain enough composure and strength in my
legs to get up and lock my office door. I also closed the blind to
the big window that looked out into the office. I undressed and
placed my clothes on the chair that Mischelle had just vacated. I
then reached over and grabbed the panties sliding them up my leg and
loving the way the material felt as it rubbed against my skin. As it
slid over my tiny dick I had to stretch it material just a bit since
I was sporting an erection. In the realm of male erections I'm sure
that it's small, but to me it was one of the biggest ones I could
remember. I then slid the bra up my arms and reaching around my back
attached the fasteners. This I did with some degree of ease from
years and years of practicing.
I took a minute to enjoy the feel of the lingerie against my skin.
The fact that I was doing this in my office heightened the experience
as well as the fact that Mischelle was forcing me into this. Oh, yes,
Mischelle!
I looked at the clock and my 15 minutes was just about up. I sat
down and waited another minute just to be sure before I logged on. I
did an author search and found just one story that was recently
posted by Mistress Mischelle. I made myself comfortable and started
reading. It was about a man in a similar situation as I. Mischelle
had caught him in just about the same circumstances and she gave him
the same options. I knew that she had written it just for me and as I
read it I rubbed myself through my panties. Just at the point where
Mistress Mischelle introduces her new maid trainee babette to her big
bull lover Craig I came in my panties. Was this what she had in store
for me?
As I took a couple of tissues to clean myself up, another part of
the story that I had just read jumped out at me. Mischelle had placed
cameras in the guy's office. Had she done that to me? I turned around
and looked up on the top of my bookshelf. Sure enough I saw a red
blinking light. Mischelle had indeed placed at least one camera in my
office and she wanted me to know. It was concealed enough to hide it
if you weren't looking for it but I knew that she knew enough to
disable the LED light or at the very least cover it with a small
piece of black electrical tape. She wanted me to know that I had just
sealed my fate. She now had me recorded wearing a bra and panties in
my office masturbating at my computer. I sat back in my chair feeling
like a total ass when the sound of an incoming e-mail alert rang on
my computer. It was from Mischelle.
"As you know by now your ass belongs to me! I watched your little
performance and I know that you loved it. You should have also
realized that was not entirely a piece of fiction. It was actually a
foretelling of you future. Since I also know that like babette in the
story your wife is out of town this weekend, so, like babette, I
expect you at my place at 8:00 sharp to begin your training. I've
attached your shopping list to this e-mail. I also have an address of
a fetish store on that list. Lady Lydia, the stores owner has been
told to expect you. Keep your bra and panties on when you get dressed
and I suggest you hurry. You only have 90 minutes to get your
shopping done and get here. My address is also on the list.
Mistress Mischelle
P.S. I hope you like the other attachment."
I opened the attachments. The first was a document file of my
shopping list. The store listed on it was a good 15 ? 20 minutes away
and Mistress Mischelle home address was another 15 ? 20 minutes from
there. That means that I was looking at 30 ? 40 minutes driving time,
if I didn't run into any traffic.
The other file was a picture of me sitting at my desk in my bra and
panties with my hand slid under the waistband and my other hand
rubbing my nipple through the bra. (I don't even remember doing
either. I knew I was rubbing my dick, but I never remember going into
the panties.) From the angle of the picture I could tell that the
camera was not the one that I found earlier. This one was hidden
somewhere else in my office. I looked around quickly, but I didn't
have time to really look. The clock was running and I had some
shopping to do.
After quickly throwing my clothes on over the bra and panties I
headed out to my car. About 12 minutes later I arrived at the store
that Mistress Mischelle had instructed me to go to. I'd been there
before and had looked at some of the kinky clothing, toys and bondage
equipment, but I never had the guts to buy anything.
A nice young woman greeted me as I walked in and asked if she could
help. Normally I would have just thanked her for her assistance and
walked on, but today was different. I asked if the owner was
available. The girl, in normal gatekeeper mode, said that she was in
the store but a bit busy. Again she offered her assistance. I
couldn't play any cat and mouse waiting games so I just had to come
out and tell her that Mistress Mischelle had sent me there with a
shopping list and that Lady Lydia had been told to possibly expect me.
"Oh, you must be Mistress Mischelle's new girl babette." I was
glowing red and feeling about an inch tall as she said that. "We were
told to expect you, go over into the fitting room and undress down to
your underwear. I'll be in a minute to get some measurements for
sizing after I tell Lady Lydia that you're here."
My first instinct was to just tell her to forget it and leave, but
instead I just thanked her and headed into the fitting room. I had
just finished getting undressed when the young woman came in. I
thought that she'd giggle or something when she saw me in my red bra
and panties, but she just picked up a measuring tape from the table
and walked over to me.
"I see that you already have some appropriate underwear, but I think
we can fit you better. Mistress Mischelle just guessed at your sizes
and she did a pretty good job, but we can get it dead on."
She measured my feet for shoes, around my waist, hips, she had me
raise my arms and measured me under my arms and across my chest. Lady
Lydia walked into the room as she was measuring my head. She asked me
for my list and I handed it over. "I believe we have everything just
about ready. It's just a matter of Ashley here going and getting the
right sizes." Ashley said that she had what she needed and as she
took the list from lady Lydian she was instructed to bring the first
2 items right in and then to gather the rest.
As I stood in the center of the room Lady Lydia walked around me
inspecting me like you'd look over a used car that you were
considering buying. I felt extremely exposed just standing there in a
bra and panties and even worse when she noticed the dried cum on the
front of my panties.
"I see that Mistress Michelle's new girl couldn't contain her
excitement. I'm sure that she'll take care of that in your training."
Just then Ashley returned with the French Maid's uniform and a pair
of 4" black heels with a wide ankle strap that could be locked in
place. She had me put on the uniform to see how it fit and then,
handing me a pair of nylon footies she had me try on the shoes. She
fastened the ankle strap for me by didn't apply the locks.
"Ashley knows her job when it comes to getting measurements right.
This is a perfect fit. The top needs some help but a proper fitting
bra and the breast forms we're getting for you will take care of
that. Walk a bit for me and let me see how it looks."
I walked around a bit and Lady Lydia commented that it was obvious
that I was used to walking around in heels. She had me spin a bit and
then she told me to get dressed back into my regular clothes and come
on out to the counter.
I dressed and walked out to the counter carrying the uniform and
shoes. Ashley already had quite a pile there and she just asked me
for my credit card. About 10 minutes later the last of my purchases
was bagged up and I was carrying the large stack of bags out to my
car. This shopping trip took a bit longer than I'd hoped, but I still
had enough time to get over to Mistress Michelle's.
Struggling under the weight of all my purchases I walked up to her
front door and after checking my watch I rang the doorbell at exactly
8:00. I stood there for what seemed like and hour, but in fact it was
only about 5 minutes that she made me stand out there. When she
opened the door she was dressed exactly as she described in the story
in a black leather corset, a short black leather skirt, black seamed
stocking and thigh high boots. "Hello slut, you know the drill, leave
your bags here, go to the center of the living room and strip, just
stop at your pretty underwear so that I can see you in person."
I walked in and did exactly as instructed. I stood there in my bra
and panties as I was once again inspected. "I see that Lady Lydia was
right about you soiling your panties and having a nasty stain on
them. Of course I knew that you had done that since I was watching
you. Now remove them and your bra and let me see what I have to work
with here."
I did as I was instructed not wanting to risk the wrath of my new
Mistress as my counter part in her story had. Just as in the story
she took the riding crop and running it under my balls and using it
to hold up my little dick she commented on its small size. She also
made the same comment about Cindy and I not having any children. I
knew where this was going and I also knew that she was right, so I
just stood there in silence.
"So, I see that you did learn from the story babette," she said as
she caressed my cheek with one hand and played with my dick with the
other. After a few minutes she stopped, showed me the palm of the
gloved hand that she was using to play with my dick and without a
word I knew that she expected me to lick it clean of my sissy juices,
which I immediately did.
We than went up to the bedroom to lay out my purchases and to have
me get dressed for the rest of the evening. I was told to shower,
shave my face and to dress in the maid's outfit. I was to put the
breast form in my bra and then to kneel and wait. I took my time to
be sure that I was properly showered and shaved twice just to be sure
that there was no remaining stubble.
I knew from her story that my Mistress was planning on making me
wait so I knew that I had the time to do things right. Even with me
taking my time I still had to kneel for a bit before Mistress
Mischelle returned to start my make-up.
When she was done and my new wig was in place I was shocked at the
transformation. I did indeed look like a feminine maid. Admittedly
not the most attractive woman that I had ever seen, but I could
possibly pass. I put on my heels and showed Mistress Mischelle how
well I could walk in them. She was impressed but said that she should
have expected as much from a sissy like me. Unlike Lady Lydia she did
place the padlocks on the ankle straps and locked them in place. We
than headed downstairs where she began my maid training.
In her kitchen Mistress Mischelle showed me where everything was,
the glasses, plates, trays and the cleaning supplies. She showed me
where she had things stored in he cupboards and told me that I was
expected to always to my best to present a professional and pleasing
tray and plate. Some classes in food preparation and presentation
might be a good idea as well as classes in mixology so that I could
serve all of her guests properly. She also suggested that I might
want to look into a cosmetology class since I would be expected to do
my own make-up in the very near future. We went into the living room
and she began my instructions on maid etiquette. How to walk, enter a
room, leave a room and the proper serving methods. Things seemed to
be going pretty good when suddenly the doorbell rang.
"You should have expected this dear," she told me, "after all it was
in my story. And, since you should have expected it, you can answer
the door."
Yes, I had read her story and from it I knew that she was planning
on calling over one of her bull boyfriends. That didn't make it any
easier or any less embarrassing for me to have to answer the door
like dressed like this. I excused myself from the Mistresses presence
and walked over to the door. As embarrassed as I was feeling to be
greeting a stranger as the Mistress' maid was nothing compared to
what awaited me on the other side of the door. I opened the door
"Mischelle told me that she had a surprise for me," the large black
guy said as I opened the door, "but I never thought that what she
wanted me to see was this."
It was Dwayne from work. He was the guy in charge of our shipping
department. He worked in the same office as I did, but we never had
much interaction, a polite hello, maybe a few words about a football
game or something but nothing more than that. By this time Mistress
Mischelle came over and gave him a big tongue kiss and brought him
into the living room. They sat down on the couch and I was still
standing at the door in total shock.
"It seems as if babette is in a bit of shock," she said as she
snuggled up next to him.
"Oh, babette it is, huh?" I could tell that Dwayne was trying not to
laugh too hard. "Well, I guess that's a good name for her, isn't it."
Mistress Mischelle had me come over and kneel down next to her.
Inside a part of me was yelling, "RUN!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE,
NOW!!!" Even with that ringing in my head I walked over and knelt
next to my Mistress. She gently stroked my face and hair as she told
me about Dwayne. She explained that he had been caught by her much
the same way as I had. The difference was that he was caught using
the company's computer to chat with and hook up with different woman
on the Internet. He had uploaded some naked pictures of himself and
>from that she knew that he had a cock that she just had to have. Of
course since he was married with a couple of kids, he didn't want to
ruin that so he just had to add her to his list of white women that
he was screwing around with on the side. In addition to Dwayne's
pictures and computer logs she also had transcripts of his chat logs
which included some of his very graphic online sex chats and better
yet, she had pictures of him with some of his other girlfriends that
they had sent to him after a personal meeting. He made the mistake of
downloading them onto the company's computers.
"Dwayne here, Master Dwayne to you babette, knows the conditions of
me keeping his other girls from his wife and bosses, don't you baby?"
By this time she had his pants unbuckles and she was stroking his big
cock. It had to be at least 10" long and it was soft still. He smiled
and nodded. "Anything that goes on here stays here and that includes
you babette. If he gives you and trouble in the office or mentions
anything about this to anyone he has a great deal to lose. Right?"
By this time Master Dwayne's cock had grown to a monstrous 12".
Mistress Mischelle was pumping her hand up and down the full length
of his big black shaft and he would have probably agreed to anything.
He nodded in agreement and again gave Mistress Mischelle a big open
mouth kiss. "That's right baby, I'm not going to ruin a good thing
here with you as well as my other women for a silly sissy."
"You see babette, you have nothing to worry about. Now get your
Master a rum and coke and a glass of red wine for me."
Although I was still nervous and embarrassed her words and gentle
stroking of my face made me feel a bit better. I stood up and went to
the kitchen to serve my Mistress and Master. I found the tray and a
paper doily to place on it. I found the proper glassed and prepared
the drinks. Placing them on the tray I returned to the living room
and concentrated on proper serving techniques. Mistress Mischelle was
licking and sucking on Master Dwayne's cock when I entered, but she
stopped and allowed me to serve them their drinks before she told me
to go back into the kitchen and prepare them a chase tray. When she
said something about me minding my presentation something triggered
in my head. It wasn't until I was in the kitchen preparing the snack
that it came to me. I remembered reading this exact scene in Mistress
Mischelle's story earlier today. I remembered the bull boyfriend, the
drinks, the cheese plate and ... what was to come next.
To be continued...
Eisley
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