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8/93- As they approached the garage she opened the door with the remote then closed it behind them. She stripped the coat from him and undid his hands from the handles, then remarked about what a pleasant walk it had been. Looking directly at him she added "don't you think so?" He hesitated a moment, somewhat surprised at her friendly tone, before answering "yes ma'am." "Well, you have been fairly well behaved and there's a couple hours before you have to start dinner. Why don't you take it easy for a while. just don't misbehave and stay out from underfoot o.k.?" He nodded as he replied, but gave her a slightly puzzled look. "Straighten up the guest room or something similar, organise your things or take a shower if you want. Just don't play with yourself, got it?" she said over her shoulder as she walked into the house. He followed soon after and almost felt guilty for ducking into the guest bedroom and flopping himself down on the bed. It felt good to get off of his feet, but the relief simply focused his mind on the dull ache between his legs. He had almost forgotten about the ring above his balls and he had never really had a chance to examine it up close. Sitting up, he begins to lift his skirt to examine himself, then stops and looks to the door, listening. What if she comes in and disapproves. Or even worse thinks that he is playing with himself? He thinks better of it and heads to the shower. Standing up, his feet ache worse than before he sat down. Walking to the toilet he sits and upon reaching down to undo the ankle strap he remembers that they're padlocked on. He wonders if he should ask her for the key, after all, out of sight, out of mind. But that water sure would feel good. He has to make sure it's ok to shower with this ring on anyways so he checks himself in the mirror then steps out into the hallway and heads towards the living room. She is there on the couch and he stands at attention until she makes eye contact, then dips into a curtsey as she asks him what he needs. He asks about the padlocks on his shoes and she tosses him the key, telling him to open the locks and then hand them back. As he undoes the hasps he asks her whether or not he can shower with this ring on his scrotum. She pushes around the pile of papers on the coffee table and hands him a small booklet as he hands her the keys. "Here's the operating instructions and other info. You might as well read all about it." He minces back to the bedroom and takes his clothes off then steps into the bathroom. Running the shower he sits down and opens the booklet which appears to be several sheets typed and printed off of a home p.c. There's a crude drawing/blueprint of it and he can see that it's actually two halfs joined together. One half being a semi circle, the other half the same except for the two steel pins jutting out from the inside diameter that line up with 2 small holes on the opposite side. He shudders a bit realising that these are running directly through his scrotum. He can see that the two halves are held together by alignment pins and two small machine screws covered by rubber plugs. A third plug protects a small electric jack. His spirits rise when he see's that all he has to do is remove the screws to separate the two halves. He continues to read the device description and specs. "operates on rechargable 12v lithium battery with a fully charged battery expected to last appx. 6 months between charges. Effective range is only limited by the coverage of your chosen pager/cellphone service. There are 3 basic functions available once the unit is dialed, each operated by pressing 1-3 followed by a 4 digit code. function 1 disables the unit, 2 enables the unit and 3 activates the unit. Activating the unit causes a simple short circuit between the 2 halves, creating extreme heat almost instantly. There is no way to turn the unit off once activated other than to let the battery run down. A word of warning, once enabled there is no way to remove the device until it's again disabled. This is due to a continuity circuit that runs through the outside ring of the unit. Should this circuit get interrupted, the unit activates immediately. The assembly screws are a part of that circuit also and will activate it as soon as either one is loosened. Once activated it only takes about two seconds for the pins running through the middle to glow red hot, even at 25% of the batteries capacity. Although not truly tested yet, my guess is that it would take less than 6 seconds to castrate the wearer, leaving the wound cauterized and thus most likely unrepairable." His hands trembled as he read the last sentence and he could feel his stomach at the back of his throat. He dropped the instruction book as he went to his knees. His mouth filled with a rush of salty saliva as he held his head over the edge of the bath tub. Once his world stopped spinning he carefully stood up, suddenly much more aware of the device between his legs, then stepping into the shower and letting the warm water flow over him and clear his mind. He tried to think of a way to remove the damned thing. If it really worked the way the book said, then cutting it off wasn't an option. To keep it from going off until the very end of the cut he would have to do it from the center out. Even then he would have to do 2 cuts at the same time so it would be split in 2 halves, and he just couldn't see how. The screws were just as difficult because both would have to be backed out dozens of turns and at the same time. Maybe he could somehow shield it from recieving any signals, but that wouldn't stop it from going off if he tried to remove it. Which meant that he would have to keep it shielded until the battery ran down. Six months between charges and who knows how much power is left then. there could still be plenty left for it to do its job. A chill raced down his spine . Looking down at himself he could see his body hair coming back so he steps back out of the water stream and grabs the depilitory cream. Covering himself with a thick coat he then rests on the edge of the tub. the scent of the cream hangs heavy in the air as he is lost in thought. What could he do about this? All he really knew was that he didn't know what he was going to do. He stepped under the shower head. The warm water felt good on his skin and he relaxed underneath it for a moment, clearing his mind. He was snapped back to reality by the water gradually becoming colder. He had been in there long enough to have emptied the water heater and he realises he should get a move on. Quickly washing then rinsing himself off, he steps out of the shower and towels himself off. Wrapping the towel around his waist , he peeks out into the guest room to make sure that all is well. His eye catches the uniform he had just removed laying on the floor and he is reminded of her warning about getting dressed again without delay. He walks over to the closet, picking up his old uniform along the way. He then slides the closet door open, and feels the rush of excitement that anyone with a fetish like his would feel. Looking along the length of it he see's his other 3 french maids uniforms, all in black satin. Followed by his 2 english maids uniforms of the same material. The other of his 2 white petticoats and his black one. Several pairs of fishnet stockings hang along with several aprons. She had liked the idea of the locking ankle straps, so many of his shoes weren't here. All that remained were 4 pairs of black pumps. 2 with 5" heels 1 with 5 1/2" inch heels and 1 pair with an extreme 6" heel. He had thought the locking straps a good idea at the time, and he loved the look of the 6" heels. Not so much anymore now that things are for real. Also hanging here was his other fitted corset, his wigs and other miscellaneous accessories. Finally at the far end of the closet was the cruel and restrictive thick rubber uniform with the hobble skirt and deprivation hood. He hadn't brought this, it was provided by her and the memories of wearing it made him shiver. He was sure she kept it there as a reminder and or warning to him. The only thing he didn't see were the male clothes he had arrived in. After stripping the stockings from the corset he was wearing, he tosses them into the hamper along with the old uniform and grabs replacements for both. Sitting on the edge of the bed he begins to get dressed, going over her requirements in his head as he does. Corset pulled to within one inch of closed with the loops and ends of the laces equal lengths when tied. Next come the fishnets, back seams straight, pulled to equal heights and no snags, runs or holes allowed. Eight garters attached and evenly spaced. Then stepping into the dress, the satin felt cool on his skin, and he felt that lightheaded feeling that always came with dressing. Zipping up the back, he then walks over and steps into the full white petticoat from earlier. Pulling it up to his waist he feels his sex stir and he can almost feel his balls grow heavy. The realization hit him that he hasn't orgasmed since he's been here. And how long has that been? He asks himself. Five, six days? He tries to piece the time together, but can't quite think straight. He checks himself in the mirror, smoothing the dress and his growing hard-on down over the petticoat. Tying the apron around his waist takes him three tries before the loops and ends are even. Grabbing a pair of 5" heels and the open padlocks, he sits on the edge of the bed and checks the shoes for scuffs, remembering the lesson she had taught him a few days ago. He slips the shoes on and wraps the straps in place before padlocking them in place. After a thourough shave he dons his blonde shoulder length wig then starts on his makeup, applying it thick and in her chosen colors. "I look like a whore..." he says to himself. And yet even in his present situation and after all he has been through, he can't help the hard-on, more evident than ever beneath and engulfed by his petticoat. Each motion he makes seems to caress it and coax it even harder. when finished he checks himself in the mirror, straightening his uniform and brushing the lint off. He marveled at how good he looked, except for the hard-on pushing the front of his skirt out. Pressing it down with his hand only made it worse. He couldn't go out there like this. There was no way to hide it, and he needed to cum something fierce. He remembers her warning about playing with himself and wonders if he should just explain it to her and ask for relief. Then again he thinks she would probably torment him with it, maybe even punish him for having it. He thinks about what she is capable of and what she might do if she catches him masturbating, or what she might do just for him having it. Then he realises that he is almost subconsciously stroking himself through the petticoat as he stands there looking at himself in the mirror. He shakes it off and hides it as best he can then heads out to the living room. Seeing him enter, she asks if he enjoyed the shower and whether or not he was ready to serve again. The first question made him nervous, could she know he was playing with himself? He didn't see how. He thought the second question a bit odd, but answered a polite "yes Maam" to each. She rose from the couch and walked in a lazy circle towards him, almost as if stalking him. Passing behind himhe can hear her clicking her tongue in disapproval. "Let's see now, I believe we had wiped the slate clean as far as corrective discipline is concerned, correct?" "yes ma'am." "and I did explain the uniform and general appearance requirements, correct?" "yes ma'am" he replies, growing concerned. she steps up close behind him, close enough for him to feel he breath on his neck. "then perhaps you can tell me why your shoes are touching one another?" he quickly moves to separate them as he apologises "i'm sorry ma'am..". A little too quickly because he goes off balance and has to catch himself. Now you've just made matters worse for yourself." she chides as she steps around in front of him. "this apron needs ironing." she smoothes it with her hand and in his sensitive state her touch causes him to flinch. "oh my! A little sensitive aren't we?" she slides her hand beneath his petticoat with a wicked smile. He forces himself not to flinch as she brushes her hand up against his sex. "what's this, a little precum? That means you must get excited when i correct you and talk about punishing you. See, i knew you loved it....that is, unless you were playing with youself. No, that couldn't be it because i forbade that, didn't i?" a short pause then she asks louder. "didn't i?" He stutters out another "yes ma'am." "well i may have to be a little rougher on you, after all, i can't have you enjoying yourself too much." Well it's about time for you to start dinner. You need to eat while you prepare and just make me a nice salad, because you won't be waiting on me. I have other plans for you." She says with a devious grin as she walks back to the garage. He finds himself to nervous to eat. While he's preparing her salad he can see her roll in what looks like a type of flag or umbrella stand. With a wide heavy base and a notched steel pole rising up about three feet from the middle. This she rolls to the center of living room. He also sees her prepare other items, but just out of sight. Once finished with the salad and her place setting done, he steps out into the living room and while trying to hide his nervousness he announces that the food is ready. Curling an index finger at him, she beckons him over to her. Then with a twirl of her finger she lets him know that he's to turn around facing away from her. She orders his hands behind him and he feels his wrists encircled with leather straps. He can feel her raise his hair out of the way and attach something to the back of his collar. With a quick pull his wrist are pulled up to his middle back then buckled into place. She fiddles with something on the stand behind him, and grabbing the strap between his wrists and collar she pulls him backwards so that he's straddling the stand, his feet spread about two feet apart and at the edges of the base. Unable to see what's going on or even to look down due to the pull on his neck, he grows concerned when he begins to hear a metallic, familiar clicking noise coming from beneath him. He soon realizes what it is when he begins to feel a plug pressing at his behind. The notched pole is some type of a jack and she is about to impale him on it. As the plug presses up against him he struggles to squirm off of it. She responds by pulling him back. He's taken plugs before and knows that the key is to relax, but given his present situation he can't. He tries to as the plug presses tighter and tighter until finally he speaks up. "ma'am, can't I lower myself onto it instead?" He sees anger flash in her eyes for a moment, but fade to smile by the time he finishes the question. She takes a step back from him and looks him up and down. "And what's the magic word?" She asks. To which he meekly replies "please ma'am?" On hearing this she breaks into a lighthearted chuckle. "My oh my! Don't you look precious standing there all dolled up and asking for a plug in your ass! I've got to save this one because is it's just too precious." She opens a cabinet next to the television and pulls out the camcorder. Holding it up she says "now lets her that one more time, and with feeling." As if she was a director, adding "unless you want me to take a cane to your ass until you get it right." The red light to the camcorder blinks at him as if taunting him. And so he finds himself corseted and in five inch heels, fully made up and wearing a full-blown maids outfit, wrists bound behind him and begging for a plug in his ass. She has him do several more takes before setting the camcorder down and telling him to proceed. Taking a deep breath he lowers himself onto the plug, then backs off before lowering himself back down again. Finally making it past the widest point and slipping into place. It felt like it was a normal sized plug to him, uncomfortable but not painful. Seeing him stop she asked if he was finished then walked up to him again. "This is a little tool I designed to help one stay aware of their posture. You, my dear would have only spent 20 minutes on it had it not been for your clumsy attempt to correct the way you were standing. I may have overlooked your unironed apron had it not been for your clumsiness." She begins to work to jack again and he feels the plug press deeper. As it does he struggles to stand as tall as he possibly can and she only stops when he can move no more. "So now you'll spent 20 minutes here because of your posture and another 20 minutes for your wrinkled apron, which makes 40 minutes. Of course we'll have to add another 20 to that due to your clumsy attempt at correcting your mistake, which gives us an hour." From the corner of his eye he sees her reach down behind him, then feels the plug grow inside him, followed by a hiss of air. "On top of all that, for some reason you made the decision to keep your wrinkled apron on, and that my dear, brings us to 2 hours. " She squeezes the bulb again and he lets out a whimper as the plug grows more. "Now I'll consider giving you a short break after the first hour, but that depends on how well you behave. If I hear a bunch of whining and crying from you, you might be there more than 2 hours. Understand?" She gives the bulb another squeeze and it almost feels as if his feet are going to be lifted off the floor. He lets out a low moan and whimpers "please ma'am..." She grabs him by the chin with one hand "please what? Didn't I just ask you a direct question? I didn't ask you to beg, I asked if you understood." She lets go of his chin and it drops to his chest and he replies "yes ma'am". He watched her walk off to the kitchen and sit at the table, while he teetered on the heels and stand. His breath was reduced to short gasps as he tried to hold still. He felt like he was going to burst and any movement made the pressure worse. She meanwhile sat at the table eating her salad with her back to him. Once finished she stepped back into the room and walked directly towards him. He pleaded with his eyes for relief, yet she paid no notice. She simply straightened out his skirt and petticoat, brushed his hair from his eyes with her fingers, smiled and sat on the couch. Leaning back she turned the TV on alternated between watching what was on TV and watching his discomfort. He wasn't sure how long he had been there when she stood up again, but judging by what was on TV it had been at least 45 minutes since she had finished dinner. She walked directly over to him and crossing her arms in front of her she smiled. "So are we going to pay a little more attention to our posture and appearance from now on?" To which he replied a sincere "yes ma'am". She stood there nodding her head for a moment, then spoke up again. "Well you say that now, but you know you still owe me an hour here and I'm not really sure that were finished here, I mean, you've already shown me many times where you say one thing then do another. I'll tell you what, you can stand here for another hour or I could let you down right now. However, if I let you down now and I have to correct you for your shoes touching or your apron unkept again within the next three months you'll find yourself right back here. Except it will be in six inch heels for at least three hours." She pauses for a moment for effect. "So, would you like to stay here another hour or which like me to let you down?" He knew that he couldn't take another hour of this, but he also hated the thought of agreeing to the possibility of such a harsh punishment. It had only been an hour and his feet and ass were killing him. He couldn't imagine spending half an hour like this in six inch heels. He reasoned that it was a no-win situation and that she could do what she liked regardless of what he said or agreed to. So in a soft voice he said "I'd like to be let down now ma'am." She nodded her head and smiled. "Confident in your abilities, I like that. Just don't think for a second that I'm kidding. Got it?" Of course he agreed. She opened the valve and deflated the plug. A sigh of relief escaped him at the same time. She released the catch on the jack and the plug slipped out of him quickly. She slipped her forefinger through the ring in his collar and pulled him to the couch, his arms still bound behind him. Pushing him to his knees in front of her before seating herself she says "I noticed you hadn't eaten much. I'll give you a chance to show your appreciation and something to eat at the same time." She brought herself to the edge of the couch as she raised her skirt, then slipped her hand behind his head. His face was pulled into her sex, reaching around the outside of her thighs she clipped a short leash to one side of collar, then the other. Grabbing a leash with each hand she pulled his face into her, riding it like a horse and leaving him gasping for air. After the better part of an hour she lays back, spent and satisfied. Once she catches her breath she sits up and reaching behind him, releases his wrists. "Now that was nice! Well, tomorrow's another day and I'm sure you need to go through all your things and make sure everything is clean and in order, no more excuses. If you start now that ought to give you a couple hours to work on it before bedtime. Run along now, and I'll expect coffee at 9 AM and expect you to be flawless." He struggles to his feet slowly stretching his arms. It takes a minute for what she has said to him to sink in. Then he tips a curtsy saying "as you wish, ma'am" before turning and walking to the guest bedroom. Just before he exits she calls out to him. "Don't forget, tomorrow's your first day working at the club." Which causes him to pause, and for a moment he wonders what she's talking about. Then he remembers and continues on to the room. He closes the door behind him and flops down on the bed. Laying back on the bed he stares at the ceiling trying to remember how he got into this mess, and wondering how he can get out of it. He wonders what working at the club is going to be like. She said his questions would be answered as they need to be and when they need to be. Still he wonders... How is he going to get there? Is she going to be there to supervise? Among many other still unanswered questions. He sits up remembering that he has been told to get his things in order. He stands up and looks around the room trying to remember what she had said. Clean and in order... He goes to the hamper and collects his dirty clothes. All of them being hand wash only, he fills the bathtub with cold water and tosses them in. Looking beneath the sink he finds a bottle of woolite and pours a capful in the clothes. Letting them soak he walks back to his closet and opens the door. Getting down on hands and knees he arranges the shoes by heel height and color then makes sure everything else is in place. Back in the bathroom he drains the bathtub and rinses his clothes out then hangs them to dry on the shower rod. Once that's done he straightens up around the room and bathroom. Sitting in the edge of the bed it appears all that's left us to wait for the clothes to dry and put them away. He decides he can do this in the morning. Looking down at the padlocks on his shoes, he walks out into the living room. She's still there on the couch. He steps into the room and stands at attention waiting for her to make eye contact or acknowledge him. Once she looks up at him he tips a curtsy to her and says "excuse the ma'am but could I have the keys to my shoes so that I can take shower and go to bed." She stands up hands on hips. "Why certainly, but first go to my bedroom and bring me a cane." He hesitates for a moment, confused. His confusion is broken when she says "now! And be quick about it, you've already earned twice what you were going to get because of your hesitation." He quickly minces to the room, his stomach in his throat, unsure of what he's done wrong. Stepping into the closet he grabs one of the canes, them all being equally severe in his eyes. Stepping back into the living room he walks up to her and hands her the cane. "Stand in that corner, hands behind your back." He walks to the corner and she follows right behind. She grabs the rope hanging from the corner and when he puts his hands behind him she quickly ties his wrists together. Pulling up on the rope she bends him over as his wrists are raised behind him. He's in a panic now, unsure of what to say and knowing there's nothing he can do. Tying the rope off and stepping to one side, she flexes a cane in both hands. "I'm not even going to ask what you are thinking when you walk back in here with the same apron on. That's just careless, stupid and disrespectful. You need a lot of work but this kind of thing will stop. if you think that by doing this I'm going to let you out of your commitment, you're very wrong. Playing incompetence is only going to make things harder on you, just like your hesitation. This would have only been six, now you get a dozen." And with that she brings the cane down hard across both cheeks. He lets out a squeal and squirms on the end of the rope like a marionette on a string. By the time she's finished he's shaking and openly sobbing and just keeps repeating the word "please." When she releases the rope he crumbles in a heap on the floor. Dropping the keys next to him and turning to leave she says, "Leave the keys to the end table when you're done with them, and if you think that I'm being cruel just remember you should be back on that stand for the next three hours. " Then walks out of the room and into her bedroom. When he regains his composure he picks up the keys and unlocks his shoes. Looking at the other keys on the chain he briefly considers trying the front door, but thinks better of it. Setting the keys on the end table, he walks back to his room. Stripping his clothes off and setting the alarm he slips into bed it is quickly asleep. It seems to him that he had just laid his head down, when the alarm once again urges him awake. It takes a moment to get a grasp on where he is, then he remembers. Tapping the alarm he sits up on the edge of the bed and waits for the fog to clear from his head as he looks around the room and tries to assess what needs to be done first. Well, shower first he thinks to himself and heads off to it. Stepping into the bathroom he's greeted with all the clothes he had washed the night before. Shaking his head as he pulls them down he realizes that he'll have to take care of these this morning also. Tossing them on the bed for the moment he then runs the shower and steps in. Letting the warm water flow over him he checks himself for hair and sees that he needs to use the depilatory again. He lets the cream do its work and rinses it off, and continues on with his shower. Stepping out and toweling off, he then wipes the mirror clean. Looking at himself, then down at the makeup he paused for a moment in thought. Then remembered the instructions she had given him about getting ready. Clothes first, then makeup. Stepping back out into the bedroom, he grabs the corset he had hung over the end of the bed and steps into it. Reaching behind him and grabbing the laces he pulls them around in front of him. Taking up the slack he draws them tight then turns to check himself in the mirror. He's allowed no more than a 1 inch gap between the stays, and right now he has several inches to go. looping each end around the bedroom door knobs, he leans back and pulls the corset tighter as he picks up the slack from top to bottom and bottom to top, having to take and release a deep breath to finally get it to within an inch of being closed. Grabbing a pair of fishnets he inspects them for any lint or damage before pulling them up his legs. taking great care to make sure the backseams are straight as he connects them to the eight garters of the corset. Next is the classic French maids uniform in black satin and a full white petticoat. After tying the apron in place he checks himself in the mirror to make sure everything is clean and straight. Finally a pair of black 5 inch pumps with the padlocking ankle straps. Slipping them on the grabs the locks laying open on the dresser from the night before and with a sigh of resignation snaps them in place. Heading back to the bathroom he begins to apply his makeup, and as he watches his transformation his sex begins to stir. Looking over at the clock he sees his time is short, so he quickly finishes his makeup and heads out to start the coffee. Once started he heads back to the room to take care of the clothes from the night before as well as to finish straightening up and organizing. When finished he takes one final look around the room then checks himself in the mirror one last time before heading back out into the kitchen. He sees that there's a little time before she would normally awake and so he pours himself a cup and sits at the kitchen table. It's a moment of quiet reflection. He thinks, in disbelief, about the situation he's in and wonders whether or not she serious about it. Then again, he has no reason to believe that she isn't serious. And yet his thoughts turn to how he is dressed, and being forced to serve a dominant woman. Again that mix of nervous fear and excitement roll in his stomach, although considering what he believes her to be capable of, there's much more fear than excitement. By the time he's finished his cup he can hear the alarm go off from her room. Standing up and grabbing a cup, he fills it and sets it on a serving tray, then waits for her to call. In a moment he hears her call from the room "coffee" and so he grabs the tray and heads in. As he was summoned he walked right in and up to the edge of the bed before tipping a curtsy and extending the tray to her saying "good morning ma'am, your coffee." She sits up in bed against the headboard and wiping the sleep from her eyes she grabs the coffee off the tray. He brings the tray in close to his body then stands there at attention waiting for her to dismiss or instruct him. Holding the cup in both hands she sips the coffee while looking him up and down. Nodding her head she says "very nice, good girl. Now I will need you to draw me a bath and when I get out I'll have cereal and a sliced cantaloupe for breakfast. While I'm bathing you can straighten up and make the bed in here as well as finish anything you may have to do in your room. Run along now." She says that she motions towards her bathroom. She smiles to herself as she watches him walk away. Drawing the bath, he waits patiently as the tub fills, then steps back into the room and announces that the bath is ready. She waved him off with a smile saying "off you go, give a lady some privacy." At which point he quickly left the room so as not to change what appeared to be her good mood and headed to the kitchen. Getting breakfast ready was a snap and in a few minutes he had the melon sliced, in a bowl and back in the fridge. Then he set her a place at the table and filled a bowl with dry cereal so that when she was ready all he needed to do was grab the milk and melon from the fridge. He even had a bowl himself. Once finished he headed back into her room in order to make the bed and tidy up. That done, he was unsure of what to do next. He took a quick walk around the house and ended up back in his room. He was glad he did as he forgotten to make his own bed which he quickly did. He took one last look around the room and was checking himself in the mirror when he thought he heard her call out for him. He minces over to her room and calls out "did you call me ma'am?" To which she replies "as a matter of fact I did. Aren't you been a little thoughtless by not offering me anymore coffee?" He apologized profusely as he brought her another cup. Thankfully she was still smiling. "Anything else ma'am?" He asked. "No, that's all. Just make sure breakfast is ready. I'll probably be in here another half hour or so." He retreats back to his room. Checking his closet and looking around the room as well as seeing himself in the mirror, he begins to think this isn't so bad. And spinning around in front of the mirror he realizes that he looks pretty good. Almost passable even. Once again his sex stirs and he subconsciously slips his hand beneath his petticoat and begins stroking himself. He considers jacking off, since she did say she would be in their another half hour or so. Keeping an eye and the door, he strokes himself to the edge of orgasm several times, but stops before he cums. He stops because he knows that once his cum leaves him, so does the kinky rose colored glasses he seems to view the world through when he's aroused. Then any pleasure he might get from the situation will be gone, and it will be nothing but unpleasant for at least a couple hours. He waits for his hard on to subside before stepping back into her room and asking if she needed anything. When he did she called him into the bathroom. He dipped into a curtsy as he asked "yes ma'am?". From the bathtub she told him to grab her robe and a towel and toss them in the dryer for a few minutes to warm them up, then bring them to her. When he returned he walked in to find her standing naked outside of the tub. He was unsure what to do, since he had just walked in unannounced. He averted his eyes by looking down and said "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to..." She cut him off before he could finish "no need to apologize. Now hand me that robe, then come here and dry me off. He was a bit nervous about it, but she treated it kind of matter-of-factly. When she felt that she was dry enough she dismissed him, telling him that she will be out for breakfast shortly. He walks back out into the kitchen and hovers around the table waiting for her to show. When she does he sets the melon out and adds milk to the bowl. He continues to hover as she eats and she occasionally looks up and watches him watching her. Finally she tells him to go grab a notebook and a pen, explaining that it appears he needs further instructions. When he returns with pen and paper she motions to the chair opposite her, telling him to sit. "Now here's a list of what needs to be done. Laundry will be done as needed. Dishes will be done after each meal. What needs to be done daily... Vacuum the living room and both bedrooms. Sweep and mop the kitchen and dining room tile. Clean all counters and tabletops. dust all furniture. Clean both bathroom's top to bottom and make the beds. On a weekly basis you will have to clean the fridge and oven, clean underneath the furniture, wipe down the baseboards and walls, any carpet or upolstery that may need to be done as well as any other items noted by you or assigned by me. Just so you know, I would prefer the former, rather than me having to tell you these things." Having finished she pushes her bowl aside. "Now then let's go have a look at your room and make sure all is in order." Walking towards his room she motions for him to follow. He suddenly becomes very nervous about whether or not his room will be up to her standards. He follows closely as she walks about the room. It goes well except for her chiding him about how his shoes needed to be polished. That is until she stepped into the bathroom. he hadn't cleaned up after doing his makeup this morning and it showed, with makeup left out, powder everywhere and streaks, smudges and flecks of toothpaste all over it. She calmly pointed this out to him, too calmly it seemed. She reached benearh the sink and pulled out a bottle of windex and a washcloth and set them on the sink. Grabbing a tube of lipstick, she handed it to him. Then pointing to one of the ten by ten inch tiles in front of the sink she told him to stand there. Once there she told him to write "I will always keep this Bathroom clean" in lipstick on the mirror, then to read it back to himself out loud. When he finished she told him to make a single mark on the medicine cabinet mirror to his left. " I want you to clean this mirror spotless, and when you're done with that, I want you to write it and read it out loud again. Once you've reached 50 times, let me know so I can decide whether or not you have finished, or need to continue. I want you to keep your feet on that tile the whole time. you will not use your free hand to support yourself and the mirror will be cleaned spotless each time. Do I make myself clear?" He answers "yes ma'am" as he begins to clean the mirror and when it's clean he writes the sentence again. He quickly becomes aware of just how difficult and tedious this will be. Not being allowed to step off the tile is difficult enough, but not being able to support himself makes it twice is difficult. After writing the sentence about five times he was startled by her stepping around the corner. She told him to carry on and she stepped in and approached close enough to see that he was still standing on the tile and following her other instructions. Satisfied, she turned and left only to return to check again a few minutes later. He continued on and was approaching 30 when he heard her voice from just outside the bathroom. "Is everything going okay in there?" He was in the middle of writing the sentence when he heard her and she stepped around the corner to take a closer look. "uh oh! I see that you left a bit of lipstick on the mirror here." She says pointing to the right of where he was writing. "I'm afraid you're going to have to erase five of those marks you've put on the other mirror." He struggles to see the mark she's talking about, and in his frustrated and tired state he begins to protest "But ma'am I don't...." He's interrupted by an upheld finger and a stern look. "Okay, ten then. And I want you to thank me for giving you this opportunity to better yourself." He hesitates a moment then says " thank you ma'am, thank you for helping me" because he realizes he's in no position to argue. He continues on, working his way back to 30 and above. He kind of goes on autopilot and he starts thinking about everything else that's gone on, as well as what's to come. She slips back in to check on him at around 40, and leaves without saying a word. He begins to think about how often she's checking and him and how yesterday he was worried that there might be a camera in here when she had made a comment about him masturbating. This takes a load off his mind and convinces him that there mustn't be one. If there was she wouldn't be stepping in so often to check on him. The next two times he goes to record the mark, he makes two hash marks instead, while keeping an eye out for her. He is working on the 50th sentence when she steps in again. "Well, it looks like that's No. 50 right?" She waits for an answer while he hesitates, then replies "yes ma'am, 50." She waits for him to finish then asks "have we learned our lesson?". "Yes ma'am.". She continues "so we won't need to do this again anytime soon, right?". "No ma'am". "Now that's what I like to hear. Take 15 minutes or so to yourself, then you can get back to your normal duties." She turns and leaves and he steps into the bedroom and flops down on the bed, relieved to be off the heels for a moment. When he steps back out of the bedroom and into the living room he sees her getting ready to leave. She looks up when he enters and says "you are on your own for lunch today. I have some errands to run and I will be back this afternoon." She heads for the garage calling back over her shoulder "behave yourself.". He hears her pull out of the garage and the door close behind her. He considers leaving for a moment. But even if the doors are unlocked, which he's sure they're not, where would he go? And how? And dressed in what? Even if she is bluffing about enforcing their agreement, he doubts that he's brave enough to call her bluff, considering the consequences. After all, this is what he wanted, isn't it? That may be true, but not to this extreme. He reasons his best course of action would be to get on her good side and hope he can reason with her, or that she gets bored with him. He mills around the house for a while before getting started on the laundry. He thinks about what else is required of him and goes to get the vacuum cleaner and proceeds to vacuum the living room and both bedrooms. He's busy folding clothes when she returns. She comes in carrying several bags and sets them down in the middle of the living room, then calls for him to come. He steps into the room and she motions for him to come to her saying excitedly "Iv'e got the rest of your work uniform for you. lets see how it fits and looks." She pulls several pairs of black above the elbow length gloves then hands him a pair. "Put these on." She then produces a pair of thin black leather wrist cuffs trimmed with white lace and hands them to him, motioning for him to put them on. Next a classic black and white maids headpiece. This in hand she walks around behind him to put on herself. She steps back and asks him to turn and nods approvingly. From the bag she removes a set of breast prosthesis saying "these will be put on later. But let's take a look how this fits.". Grabbing the only box she had come in with she opens it to reveal a serving tray. It looked as if was styled after the old cigarette girl trays. It had shoulder straps on there was cut out where it actually fit around his waist. On the side was a change maker. Walking up to him with it she disconnected the shoulder straps and slipped them up each arm, clipping them together behind him. Then taking the tray she slipped it onto his waist. Then connected the clips on the ends of the straps to the front of the tray. Walking around behind him she finish securing the tray with with the ends of the belt that came for each side. She then told him to walk to the other side of the room and back. Again she nodded approvingly as a wide smile broke across her face. "The perfect little serving wench. So how does it feel?" It was actually quite comfortable as the waist area and shoulders were padded, and he told her so. She motions for him to turn around and tells him to hold onto the tray as she undoes the shoulder straps, then the waist. Telling him to set the tray aside, she sits on the couch and points to a spot on the floor directly in front of her, indicating he should kneel. He kneels before her and she leans back and crosses her legs, giving him a nice view of her stockinged upper thigh. His eyes lingered longer than they should and he was snapped out of it by her voice. "Sees something you like?" He bows his head, chin to chest and apologizes. "There's no need to apologize, just be careful that your admiration doesn't become a leer. Also, you may want to be quite careful about that in mixed company. Had anybody but me noticed your stare you would be in quite a bit of trouble." She reaches over into her purse and pulls out a small handheld device, similar to a PalmPilot. "If you look on your serving tray you'll see a recess that this fits into." She turns the unit on and hands it to him. Looking at the display he sees a list of drinks one would typically order at a nightclub or bar, each followed by a row of empty checkboxes. Paging down the screen he sees about 30 or so mixed drinks followed by bottled then tapped beer. She explains to him that they're going to be using a new system of placing drink orders at the club now that they have a full-time waitress. " As you take drink orders all you have to do is check one of the empty boxes next to what's ordered. As soon as you do, the information is beamed to a terminal behind the bar, so that the bartender can begin making it right away. When you're finished taking orders all you have to do is tap the little box that says "total "at the bottom of the screen and it will even ring up your total. With this system the drinks should be ready and waiting for you when you return to the bar." Motioning over to the tray she continues." If you look on the tray right next to your change maker you'll see a small hinged panel that lifts out. This is where you keep your bank. To keep things simple you will be paying for the drinks out of your bank when you pick them up, then returning the money to your bank once the customer pays you." Her voice then takes on a serious tone. "Of course you're aware that I expect you to be on your absolute best behavior when you're working at the club. You'll be as helpful and polite as you can to your customers as well as your fellow employees. If I ever hear that you've been unhelpful, rude, or impolite you may find yourself working your shift in a nice high posture collar as well as ball gagged and in ankle hobbles. remember the customer is always right, as are your fellow employees. Now then, I've finalized your work schedule and you'll be working 4 days a week, Tuesday through Friday from 7 PM until roughly 3 AM, with the last hour spent cleaning up after bar close. As far as your wages are concerned I've taken a look back at what you earned at your last job and found that your average take home pay was about $550 working 40 to 45 hours a week. In your new position you'll be earning a salary of $850 a week. Of that $250 will cover your payroll taxes. I will be responsible for maintaining your health and dental care for which I will open an account and deposit $100 of your check each week, leaving you with $500 a week for working 32 hours." She pauses, allowing this information to sink in. she uncrosses her legs and leans forward looking directly into his eyes. "Of course, none of this takes into account your commitment to serve me which you still need to fulfill. In order to do this I've decided that you'll be staying with me from Tuesday morning until Saturday morning each week, serving me in the morning and afternoon, then working in the evening. What you do Saturday through Tuesday is not my concern. This way you can work, fulfill your commitment to me, and save some money on your living expenses." She looks at her watch. "Well, your shift starts in roughly 3 hours. I will give you some time to get your head straight and to get ready. Just plan on being ready to go by 630." And with that she motioned for him to rise and be on his way. He walked out of the living room in a daze.. And as he leaves she reminds him that he needs to shorten the skirt 4 in. on at least one uniform for tonight. Once in his room he goes to the closet and removes one of his black maids uniforms. He takes it to the sewing table in the corner of the room and quickly hems the skirt up. He leaves the uniform on the table and walks over to the bed. Falling backwards onto the bed he stares at the ceiling, contemplating his fate. He nods off and remains that way until he hears the alarm go off at 530. He wakes up rubbing sleep from his eyes and for moment is unsure of his surroundings, then stark reality hits him and he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Seeing his streaked eyeshadow in the dresser mirror he first heads to the bathroom to fix his makeup. Once his face is done he steps out of the uniform he's wearing and slips the one he had shortened on. Looking in the mirror he sees that his petticoat is now hanging down to far, so he shortens it by folding the waistband upon itself several times. Again he tries the uniform on and although this time the petticoat and the skirt are the same length, now the tops of his stockings are below the skirt and petticoat. He realizes there's no way he's going to be able to wear this without panties. Of course the only kind he has are pettipants, the ones with ruffles and lace on the behind. He grabs a pair from the closet, then undoing his garters slips them up his legs. He reconnects the garters but this time adjusting them as short as they can be. Checking himself in the mirror again he sees that he can no longer see the tops of his stockings or his underwear, however there couldn't be more than about a quarter inch left. Any bending at all and he'll end up exposing himself. She stood there at a loss about what to do when she entered the room. "It's almost 630, let's finish getting you ready." She had came in carrying several of the bags she had returned home with earlier. Pointing to himself in the mirror he asks "ma'am, isn't the skirt a little to short now?" She simply ignored his question and continued with her train of thought. Setting the bags down her first course of action was to show him how she wanted his makeup done when working the club. she explained that the lighting wasn't very good in the club and because of this he have to wear his makeup much darker, thicker and more exaggerated. She brought the maids cap out and ties it into his wig. Followed by the gloves and the thin wrist cuffs, bordered in lace. Then he felt her unzip his uniform in back and push the top down his arms a bit, exposing his chest. Stepping around in front of him she holds a strapless bra with a pair of built-in breast forms, size D. "We want to look as convincing as possible don't we?" Slipping them on She reaches around behind him and connects the hooks behind his back. He can feel their weight and as she pulls the top of his uniform back on and zips it up in back he can see that the forever hard nipples show through the loose material depending upon how he moves. Finally comes a thin black leather collar, trimmed in white lace. Finished, she motions him out into the bedroom and has him stand in front of the full-length mirror. He's a bit taken aback by what he sees. It's as close to passing as he's ever seen himself but at the same time it's as whorish as he's ever looked and it concerns him. However through his concern he can feel his sex stir and he struggles to suppress it. She takes a step back from him "well I think that's just about perfect! This is how your standard work uniform should look, although I think we should work towards at least 5 1/2 inch heels, possibly 6." He couldn't imagine working on 6 inch heels, but kept his comments to himself. "Well okay then, I already have your serving tray in the car so we're ready to go. I'll give you minute to clear your head and you can meet me in the garage." And with that she stepped out of the room. He stood there looking in the mirror in disbelief of how he looked and weirdly disconnected to his current situation. He knew that in a short time he would be serving drinks in the club just like this, yet he couldn't believe it. He hears her walk into the garage and realizes it's time to go. He hesitates for a moment until he hears her honk the horn. That the snaps him out of it and he heads for the garage. Moments later they pull up to the back entrance of the club. Entering through the storeroom he can already hear a fair amount of activity. He thought it was odd that they would be so busy on a Tuesday night but didn't say anything. Stepping out the storeroom door which leads directly to behind the bar she motions for him to exit the bar at the waitress door and step out onto the club floor. He's incredibly nervous as he looks around he sees there must be no less than 100 people here. Once on the other side of the bar she holds the tray up to his waist and has him hold the tray while she attaches the shoulder straps and the waist straps. He sees that he's already getting a lot of looks from the patrons, which he tries to ignore. Once the tray is in place she steps around in front of him and loops a finger beneath the collar. Pulling him forward to her she says "all you have to do is walk around and ask if anyone would like something to drink. Punch in what they order on the pad, come back here to the waitress station to pick them up and pay for them, then serve them. Now go." As she said this she swatted him playfully on the behind. He started his walk through the club scared as hell. He didn't know if he should try to to use a feminine voice or not and wasn't sure what exactly to say. He quickly found that he didn't have to say much. A simple "drinks" was enough. As a matter of fact his first table just motioned for him to come over. In less than 10 minutes he had taken orders for 15 drinks, so he headed back to the waitress station at the bar. There he found most of his drinks were already made and waiting. He looked around for her but can see her nowhere. As the bartender set the last two drinks at the station she said "that'll be $56 even." He was befuddled for a moment then he remembered that he had to keep his own bank. He opened the small money tray in his serving tray and paid the bartender. He stacked the drinks two at a time onto the tray, then carefully made his way back out on the floor to deliver the drinks and collect. By the time he had served the last of these he already had people waving him over and in what seemed like a few minutes already had another 15 orders. He looked around as he worked his way back to the bar and that's when he saw the signs advertising drag shows on Tuesdays and Thursdays every week. Now he knew why it was so busy. When he got back to the bar he could see that the drinks were already made and rang up. This time it was a different bartender that rang him up. On his way back out to serve the drinks he looked around for another waitress, but saw none. And he wouldn't see one the rest of the night because as he would soon find out it was just him and the two bartender's serving the entire club. This hectic pace continued for most of the night broken up by an occasional break in the action. By the time 2 AM rolled around his feet and legs were screaming for relief. The remaining patrons were quickly herded out and both bartender's began to help cleanup. That's when she stepped out of the back room and let them know that they no longer have to do the closing cleanup from Tuesday through Friday. They both left with a smile. She meanwhile walked him through the closing process step-by-step and it was 3:30 AM before he had finished. On the way home She looked through the PDA and showed him where it said he had served just shy of 500 drinks for the night. "Not bad." She said as they pulled into the garage. They walked into the house, him keeping one step behind her. She stopped just outside of her bedroom and turned around facing him. Handing him the keys to his padlock shoes she says " it's almost 4 AM so I want you to turn down my bed, then head for your own. I should be waking sometime around 10:30 AM so set your clock to give yourself enough time to get yourself ready as well as the breakfast ready." Once the shoes were unlocked he hands the keys back to her then turns down her sheets before heading off to his own room, where he stripped off his uniform and promptly passed out. The next morning was business as usual, with him serving her breakfast, drawing her a bath, then straightening her room and bathroom before moving on to the other chores in the house. At first he had to constantly look at the list of things that needed to be done daily. Bathrooms top to bottom, vacuum all carpets, sweep and mop the tile floors, dishes, and the laundry as needed. It certainly kept him busy. Wednesday night at the club was much quieter with maybe a third of the customers they had the night before and only one bartender. He did notice that his bank was back to $200, which told him that she was keeping his tips. The days kind of blended together and were uneventful, except for Friday morning that is. He had foolishly set the alarm to snooze, and had taken advantage of the snooze function. Only to find himself being woken up by her. His stomach was in knots as he got ready and with good reason because as soon as he was finished getting ready he was ordered to lay back down in the bed, face down. Slipping leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists, he was pulled into a tight spread eagle and tied off. At which point she set his alarm to go off in one minute then stood there and waited. When the alarm did go off she pressed the snooze button then took a thin neoprene cane and gave each of his ass cheeks two hard strokes, then she left. When the alarm went off again six minutes later she would return to hit snooze again and give him another four strokes, the next time 6. She continued this for a full hour then she simply released him and told him to fix his makeup before he fixes her breakfast. He had now been there with her for 9 days, even though to him it seemed like much more. It was Friday evening, and she had agreed the first meeting would be done and he would be released Saturday morning. he had just finished with the dinner dishes when she called him over to the kitchen table where she had been going through an organizing a few file folders of paperwork. She motioned for him to sit and she spoke. "As I'm sure your aware, tomorrow morning will be the end of our initial meeting. Just so we're clear, let me remind you that you are expected back here on Tuesday at 10 AM sharp. Now it wouldn't surprise me to find out that you are entertaining thoughts of not returning. I just want to go over with you where each of us stands and make sure that we're both fully aware of the agreement we've entered into." She takes a stack of about 50 pages and sets them down in front of him. "These are the highlights of e-mail correspondence between you and me as well as between you and others. Take a look over them and see how often you being forced or helpless comes up. I think that those cast a reasonable doubt about whether you're here against your will. And just so we're clear, you've put yourself in the position that you will be in my service for the next five years, should i so choose. I say 5 years because I'm assuming that you've learned your lesson about the 3 major rules. Those being that you will never threaten or attempt any act of violence against me, you will NOT lie and you will NOT attempt to break our agreement. Understand?" he stops paging through the papers and tries to shake off the shock of realizing that she has been in his house and on his computer. He lowers his head and says "yes ma'am I understand." "Good, now then, when my friend from the club found out about that wonderful little device locked above your nuts, she decided against retaining the bounty hunters. We thought they were a bit shady anyways. Although I did borrow the cash from her for the past week and a half and put it to good use." She sets another stack of papers on the table in front of him. "Just like any other lease, ours is flexible enough to allow for renewals as well as rental increases. As you can see I've taken the liberty of increasing my monthly rent to you to an even $1000 a month. As I said, I put that money to good use because not only do I have signed receipts from you, but if you take a look and compare the receipts to your bank statement you'll see that for each receipt there's also a deposit of a check from my checking account matching the receipt. There's 3 deposits in all, each one for $24,000. now if someone were to ask me why I would pay my lease six years in advance, I would have to say that I was just trying to help a friend. As to why that friend needed help, well looking at the long list of withdrawals on the account you can see that they were all made at casinos and various sport books, $2000 to $5000 at a time. Looks like maybe a gambling problem, but who knows.' She sits back in the chair and looks directly at him, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. when he looks up from the papers she asks "You do understand the power of a lease, don't you?" She continues, not waiting for an answer. "It means that you cannot deny me access to your home because it gives me almost as many rights as an owner. It's no different than a lein when it comes to selling your house. You'll be hard pressed to prove that I've violated any terms of the lease because I won't be staying there. Even if you did somehow find a way to break the lease, with these receipts and your matching bank records you would be hard pressed to deny that I've paid you in advance, which means you would owe me $1000 for every month left on the lease, which as of right now would be $72,000." He sits there shaking his head in disbelief, he starts to protest what she has done but she cuts him off. "Of course you don't need to worry about any of this, because as I've said before, I have no intention of ever staying at your house, or even showing up there. That is unless you give me a reason to." She continues..."oh, and one more thing. I didn't know if you believed me about that ring around your balls. After all that instruction booklet was pretty amatuerish, and to test it is to destroy it so i couldn't really show you an example. Until now that is." She sets a ring on the table that looks identicle to the one attached to him. She sets it down in a glass bowl on the table in front of him."Now watch this" she says as she puts an allen wrench down one side where the 2 halves are bolted together. She turns it and it comes loose with a snap. she quickly backs the screw out a couple turns then quickly pulls her hands free. Nothing happens and she begins to look concerned, then jumps up saying, " I know what's wrong! just a minute." She returns with her cell phone in hand. She tightens the bolt back up then dials a number on her phone. She looks at him with a shrug and says "I forgot to activate it." She listens to the phone for a moment, then presses 4 numbers. Listens again then presses 1 number, then 4 numbers again. "that ought to do it." Again she loosens the screw with a snap, only this time she pulls her hands away immediatley because she can already feel the heat. She watches in fascionation as the 2 1/8 inch bars running between the two halves turn a glowing red almost instantly. He squirms in his seat as he see's the bars change from red to white within about 5 seconds. After ten seconds one bar cracks and pulls away from it's other half, once it does the other bar seems to desintigrate in a flash of light and heat he can feel on his face even 4 feet away. The blood drains from his face while she breathes a silent sigh of relief. She was relieved because the device actually worked, even though not exactly as she led him to believe. It was not remotely activated and worked only by one of the 2 assembly screws. She had first loosened the one that wasn't part of the circuit, then faked the phone call and afterwards loosened the other one to complete the circuit. At least this one had batteries in it, not like the one that he was presently wearing, which unbeknownst to him was simply a ring of steel. She could tell this had the desired effect on him. She picks up the glass bowl and sets it aside. "Now that of course is something I would only use as a last resort. I just wanted to make you aware of these things to prevent any poor decisions on your part. You see, I'm not letting you out of this. As far as I can tell your only other alternative would be to go to the police. That way you might be able to convince a judge to break the lease, but you'll still owe me for what I paid in advance. Of course as soon as the police contacted me, I would place a little call to that ring around your nuts." She stands up from the table and says "I do hope that were clear on all this. By the way, those copies are yours." Then turns and leaves the room. That night when they had returned from the club she sent him to his room and told him to ensure that everything was impeccable. That is everything washed and clean except for what he's wearing. Bathroom clean, bed made and everything put away and call her when he's done. As he did this as usual he became excited viewing and handling the makeup and other various items that made up his uniform. It took him about two hours and he wasn't sure if she was still awake. So he quietly leaves the room to check on her and sees her in the living room. He announces to her that he's done and she twirls a finger in the air and s