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"Well there you are Missy," Miss Black says grinning, standing next to my full maid costume, "Hurry up and get ready, it's time to hand you over to Mistress Thorne for punishment, and she dislikes tardy sluts!" "Y.. Yes Miss B... black," I stammer, not expecting to see her in my room, despite the lack of locks on the doors. "R.. ight away..." I dry my hair as best I can, with her watching me all the time, admiring my naked body, and grinning at the chastity-belt. When I'm done I walk to her and submit to her fitting a corset around me and fastening it, really really tight. I'm amazed my waist can shrink that much, and I'm soon feeling a little light headed as I struggle to put on the rest of the outfit. The standard maid chastity goes on of course, followed by frilly panties, and the fishnet stockings. I'm gasping as I get the shiny black platform heels on, feeling vulnerable as I fasten the locks. Miss Black even helps me with the dress, which is tight on my corseted waist and breasts, before stepping back to watch me put on my silly little cuffs and gloves. I put on the net to hold my real hair back, but as I reach for the wig she calls out. "Oh no.. not yet maid!" she says holding out a can. "Close your eyes... or go blind, your choice." I snap my eyes shut as she sprays something over my face, I'm guessing it's the blank anti-tan thing they used for the party, and sure enough, when I can open my eyes again my face looks pale shiny and smooth, almost like plastic. "Good, now don't move!" she commands, and I stand rigid as she applies the heavy maid make-up with the intense blusher, the bright red lips and the heavy eye shadow, before the extreme false lashes. "Almost there..." I blink, wondering what she means, then shiver as she brings out contact lenses... the same brown ones as the party, that hide my eye colour, and limit my vision. I let her fit them in, before she goes though the ritual with the collar and the key. "Why do I bother with this? Soon that chastity will be a permanent feature." I blink, trying to focus through the blurred lenses, wondering what she's talking about, then open my mouth to protest, which gives her the opportunity to spray something in there. I gasp, my voice a higher pitch than normal, looking at her grinning face "What....?" "Oh don't worry maid, it's only a little something to change your voice," she seems smug "Make you sound like a pretty sissy maid should. It'll raise your pitch, lower your volume, and when the muscle relaxant kicks in, make you lisp." "For how long?" I squeak, getting a slap to my face... "For how long Miss Black?" I correct myself "Only a couple of hours, sadly," she says still sounding smug, "We still need a little surgery to correct a maids voice permanently... now on with your 'real hair' right Maid Missy?" "Yeth..." I stop as I realise I've lisped, noticing my mouth feels a little numb, "Yes... Mith.. Miss Black." "Aww don't fight it slut, it's easier if you just let it happen, you won't have any choice soon any way," she laughs and I flinch. I'm feeling light-headed from the whole thing, aware she's taking control of me, removing as much of my individuality she can. It's working too... and I put on the black fringed bob that's the uniform hair for a maid, all too aware that Miss Black wants this to become my permanent hair style. I try desperately to think of an option, other than going along with her, but nothing sensible springs to mind, and I pin the wig in place, and attach the little maids cap. Miss black walks up and settles a couple of hairs of my wig, "There perfection. Now thank me for my efforts." My maid training takes over and I curtsy low before her, "Thank you Mith Black for making me look like a proper thithhy maid..." I squirm at the pathetic sound of my words, rising out of the curtsy to find Miss Black attaching a leash to my collar, and handing me a feather duster. "Good, now follow me, and behave, any further misdemeanour's will only make your punishment worse. Ready to see Mistress Thorne maid Missy?" "Yeth Mith Black," I lisp, and she pats me on the head like a dog. "Well done maid. Now come on..." She wraps the lead round her fist and sets off, and as I follow she comments, "Oh my.. just to think you were once a big stwong man..." I flush, embarrassed, though I doubt you could tell through the plastic make-up, and follow her in full maid mode. One shiny foot in front of the other with the exaggerated hip wiggle, heels tip tapping on the floor, arms out at the elbows, palms flat to the floor. Head, neck and back upright in a straight line... and we walk out onto the corridor. In a way this is the most embarrassing outfit I've had to wear, especially on the leash. Other 'girls' pass giggling with embarrassment, and the occasional security guard seems to grin and focus on me, and I'm sure they turn to watch my ass, in it's semi exposed state underneath the flouncing maid skirt. Of course with those contacts in, it's all blurry, and heavily shadowed by the long heavy lashes. I was expecting a brief respite in the lift, but she leads me slowly down the main staircase so we're in full view of the office, and I have to be really careful not to trip down the stairs. I'm gasping by the end, short of breath from the walk and the restriction of the corset, but Miss Black barely slows, before stopping next to one of the desks. "Maid, this office slut has lost a piece of paper. Retrieve it for her like a good pet." "Yeth Mith Black," I lisp, mincing over, then bending at the hips to pick up the offending sheet of A4. I pass it to the nervous office girl, who looks up at me with a mixture of lust, fear.. and possibly jealousy at me as she takes it. "Say thank you for the nice slut for allowing you to serve her, sissy maid Missy!" Miss Black says with a swift jerk of the leash pulling me off balance for a second. "Thank you thlut for letting... thithhy maid Mithy to therve you," I say with my squeaky lisp, making the girl blush, and Miss Black grin. "Oh I like this game sissy maid Missy, don't you?" she says. I say nothing, but the pause of inaction lengthens and I realise, and reply weakly. "Yeth Mith Black, I.. I like it too." "Oh please refer to yourself by your title at all times sissy maid Missy," Miss Black grins, "And let's see if we can't find another office slut for you to help, you'd like that even more wouldn't you?" "Y.. yeth Mith Black, thithy maid Mithy would like that," I whimper, and follow her as she leads me across the room. She makes me crawl on hands and knees under one girls desk to retrieve a pen, which makes me terrified I'll get a run in my stockings, and even more short of breath. Next I have to lean over another girl, to wipe her monitor. With the lenses in I can't even tell if I'm doing a good job... Next I'm mincing of to a familiar desk, mine.. with candi sat opposite, her big pink lips open in a gasp as we approach. I see her stare at us eyes wide, but with no sign of recognition as I stand, in maid pose behind Miss Black. "What kind of a slut leaves her desk in this state?" Miss Black says shoving things around my desk, intentionally knocking some onto the floor. Candi giggles, staring at me, "Oh she's, like the prissiest sissy in the whole office Mistress, she's like really cute, but thinks she's like way better than me... ooh Miss Black your dolly is just soo pretty..." "Say thank you to the nice office whore Maid," Miss Black says grinning at me. "Yeth Mith Black," I say with a curtsey to her, before turning and curtsying to Candi who is bouncing up and down in her chair in excitement. "Maid MithyThankth you for the thweet wordth Mith." "Oh.. oh.. oh, like.. her lisp, it's just so hot, like.. oh I'm like so horny now!" Candi squeals, then frowns. "Oh how I wish my little clitty wasn't boxed away..." Miss Black smiles, knocking something else from my desk to the floor, making me wince, "Oh dear.. maid's they get so upset when they see a mess, but.. oh no look at the time though, come along Maid, Mistress Thorne will be waiting." "Y.. yeth Mith Black," I whimper, knowing I'll get into more trouble later for the state of my desk, and that candi is so horny she looks like she'll pass out... "Good sissy," Miss Black says grinning. Pulling on my leash to get me to follow her, I risk a glance back at Candi, watching a tiny drop of drool fall from her lips as she watches my arse. 'I want you.' she mouths silently, and I gasp, before a tiny stumble reminds me I need to focus on walking. Miss Black knocks on Mistress Thorne's door, then walks in. Mistress Thorne is leaning back in her chair, booted feet up on the desk, tight leather trousers on her legs. She looks up with her one visible eye, which narrows, "Come on in why don't you?" Miss Black pauses slightly, "I was running a little late and didn't want to..." "To bother waiting," she says, and I sense a little bad blood between them, "Do you remember why I'm in this role and you're not Miss Black?" "Perfectly well, but there's no need to bring that up in front of the staff!" Miss Black replies defensively. "Go on Maid, introduce yourself and tell the Mistress why you're here." I step forward and do my best curtsy, dropping low and holding form, if there's anyone I want to impress it's Mistress Thorne. The low posture puts even more pressure on my breathing and my words are so breathy as I manage "Hello Mithtreth, I am maid Mithy, and I have been a bad maid. I thaid a forbidden word, my wig wath removed and I.. I thpoke back to a thir and to mith Black. I'm very thorry Mithtreth." Mistress Thorne's eye narrows, and Miss Black looks smug, I feel increasingly nervous... "Those are serious failings for a Maid," Mistress Thorne says, thoughtfully, "Tell me Miss Black, has she received any punishment?" "Not as yet, one of her colleagues pleaded for leniency, so I allowed punishment to be delayed until today." "That wouldn't be the same one who signed the 'service contract' last night would it?" "The same, of her own free will as you insisted," Miss Black looks proud of herself. "Hmm... we need to talk about that," Miss Thorne says, "But first, Maid 'mithy' pull your panties to your knees and bend over, Black, put the vibe we discussed firmly into her ass." "Yeth Mithtreth," I squeak, easing the panties down over my arse and to my knees glad I don't have a bubble but like so many of the sissies, and bend over, ready to receive the invader. Miss Black pushes something into me, it's big, bigger than I'm used to, and I have to let out a moan. Not because it hurts, though it does a little, but because I'm dreading becoming a sloppy sissy.. especially before I've been fucked... "Good, now maid, pull up your panties and stand correctly," Mistress Thorne says coolly, smiling as I rapidly comply, "Now... before you are punished, I'd like to make an offer, okay?" "Yeth Mithtreth," I reply, head bowed in the proper sissy maid pose, wondering just what she's going on about. "I'm assuming you think your friend signed the contract under some form of coercion, am I correct?" I nod, not daring to look at you, "Well then from her file, she is technically still married. And owned, if you can convince her wife to take her back, that overrides the contract. Would you like to try?" "Yeth Mithtreth I would," I reply meekly, wondering just where this is leading, but feeling a little hopeful. Of course Miss Black steps in. "That's hardly a challenge, she tries, she fails, nothing happens. There must be some jeopardy in this, some punishment." "I suppose," Mistress Thorne says thoughtfully. "I could use my own sissy maid..." I brighten and risk a glance up.. that, for me, is not a bad option... but I guess Miss Black picks up on that. "Oh no... she's such a bad maid I couldn't allow it, she needs to sign the contract too..." "Hmm.. but what's in it for her?" Mistress Thorne says with a grin, "Oh.. I know.. Maid Missy is there someone you'd like to see become a maid in your friends place?" "Y.. yeth Mithtreth," I stammer, a thought rising up in me so quick I have to blurt it out then and there before I think better of it, "Mith Black!" "What?!" Miss black screams angrily, as Mistress Thorne breaks out in full bodied laughter, "Oh yes.. accepted accepted!" Miss Black snaps her head to look at Mistress Thorne, "What? You cannot seriously allow that? You have no power over me to request something like that!" Mistress Thorne calms down, moving her feet off the desk and standing up. I can see she's a little shorter than Miss Black, but with much more presence.. which is impressive since Miss Black must outweigh her by at least a 100 lbs. "I think we need to discuss this without our cheeky little slut listening in, don't you?" She smiles at Miss Black, "Maid Missy, go stand facing the corner, panties round your knees and hands on your head." "Yeth Mithtreth," I lisp with another curtsy, turning and heading to the corner, wondering just how this will prevent me hearing them. "Now.. bonus punishment if you break position, and especially if those panties slip from your knee's to your ankles, understood?" "Yeth Mithtreth," I reply, pausing from lowering my panties to the desired height and assuming the position, and then... oh shit, the vibe in my arse and the ring on my chastity both start to vibrate, slowly at first, then building... oh my gods! The sensation is good, overwhelmingly exciting, and my poor trapped cock tries desperately to stiffen, and to my embarrassment starts to leak little drops of pre-cum... I gasp, trying to focus on something else, their conversation, it must be important, I grasp a few snippets, "Like she has a chance of succeeding" and 'she's only a dumb sissy, you said so yourself' before my body starts to tremble, one leg shifts so my heel beats an irregular rhythm on the floor, I start moaning, and writhing.. I.. I have to! And the few drops become a flood, almost like I've climaxed, but with no orgasm or relief just wave after wave of frustrating, erotic sensation. Suddenly it stops, leaving my gasping and trembling, trying hard to focus. Then I squeal as something slaps me on the arse. "Total failure bitch," Mistress Thorne says spanking me again, "Panties round ankles, broken position.. .and I bet you didn't even hear your trainer leave the room?" "N.. no Mithtreth," I whimper. She leans into my back, I can feel her firm breasts pressing into the small of my back, I can feel her hand snaking round to cup and caress my breast, making me moan again... I'm still so excited that if I was released I'd be cumming just from her touch... She moves her head round so her lips are brushing my ear, her breath hot on my shivering skin. "Did you know Miss Black is quite stupid in some things?" she says kissing my ear as she speaks, "Did you realise, for example that she tried to disguise my favourite sissy bitch so I couldn't recognise her? That was dumb of her wasn't it?" "Oooh.. yeth Mithtreth Thorne," I lisp, moaning a her continued touch. "And she's trying to get me to send that little bitch to the sale room... how silly is that? Ssh now.. don't answer Missy," I give a heartfelt groan at the feel of her breath on my neck. "Sssh..." She does it again to make me writhe. "Now Missy, this is what's going to happen. You are going to take your first lot of punishment, and then you are going to come with me to serve me and a prospective... 'client', hey you'll even find out what my job entails other than keeping dumb cocksuckers like you in line... Then you will take your second lot of punishment, and a note to take to a girl... Angel... you may know her, she's the copper haired bitch with a penchant for getting in over her head.. you do know her right?" I nod trembling, "And then you'd better tell her to get her arse down for a make over, because Angel has a costume party to go to right?" She stops, still idly toying with my breast, pausing long enough to risk a, "Yeth Mithtreth. I underthtand" She slips her hand between my legs, and I can tell she can feel the moisture there. When she takes her hand away, I can hear her taking a sniff, "Oh my, you smell like a cheap tart, maid! Now bend over, rest your arms against the wall and count loudly, it's spanking time!" Of course, there's no thought of disobedience to her, not now, not like this, and soon I'm braced for spanking. Then... the belt and vibe start up, exciting me, making me moan before even the first blow is struck, and then when I cry out, "One! Thank you Misthtreth, may I have another?" It sounds like I'm about to cum... and the next one sounds like that, and the next... I'm so horny as she reaches the twenties, I'm actually welcoming the sharp pain to distract me from my arousal. So much arousal.. so much groaning and panting... and no hope of release. By the time the fortieth spank comes around I'd rather she stopped the arousal than the spanking... "Fifty.. should do for now," she says, stepping away from my moaning trembling form, no doubt knowing the only reason I'm upright is the support of the wall, "But more later.. but I think we'll use the cane for them right Maid?" "A.. ath y.. you thay.. M... mithtreth..." I lisp, taking several seconds to compose myself. "Now, come on and do a curtsy for me, and thank me for my time!" She commands, switching off the arousal, and after a moment to compose myself, I turn to face her on shaking legs, wishing I could see her a little clearer... My hands delicately grasp the hem of the skirt, and I preform a deep, but trembling curtsy, "Thank you for my detherved thpanking Mithtreth." "You are.. I think, welcome," she says lightly mocking me, "Now if you can walk without looking like you're about to pee yourself, follow me..." "Yeth Mithreth," I reply, gathering myself together and following her, as she leads me through her office into a larger more welcoming room. There's a smart office chair for her, and a three seater couch opposite. Several large bookcases line the walls, and the carpet is thick... There is also a drinks rack, and coffee maker, indicated by a small gesture from Mistress. "Maid, you will stand in perfect maid pose behind my chair and a little to the left," she says with another gesture. "When a drink is requested you will make it, and bring it to the correct person. In this role presentation is much more important that speed. But most important is obedience. If I command you to do something, you will do it! Any back talk, or hesitance will result in a real punishment, not just in a nice little spanking like you just had... Do you understand Missy?" "Yeth Mithreth," I reply with a curtsy, and mince over to stand behind the chair. My legs go tight together, and my hands straight down my sides and my gaze lowers. I hear Mistress Thorne walk up to the chair, "Well done Missy, why I'm starting to believe Miss Black was wrong about you... imagine that." I remain in pose as I feel her hand gently stroke my cheek, making sure I do not break position even for a moment. "Excellent," she says, and I think I can hear a hint of pride in her voice. "Now time for my first.. client." I stand there, motionless, a part of the furniture as I hear the door open and a man walks in... I can't see of course but from the sound and scent it has to be. "Welcome Mr Jensen, please take a seat," Mistress Thorne says, walking up and I presume shaking his hand. "Would you like a drink?" "Hmm... I wouldn't say no," Mr Jensen says as I hear him settling on the couch. "Maid," Mistress Thorne says just the one word, but it's enough. "Yeth Mithtreth," I say with a curtsy, then walk over to our guest and curtsy, glancing up at the slim casually dressed man."Pleath thir, what would you like? Tea, Coffee? Thomething thrtonger?" His eyes are roving all over me, and his smile is predatory, "I'll have a coffee thanks." "Would thir like milk or thugar?" I say lisping still. "Yes, of course, plenty of milk and two sugars Maid." "Yeth thir," I curtsy again then walk back to Mistress, and curtsy again"May I get you anything Mithreth?" "Just an espresso, maid." "Yeth Mithtreth," I say then mince off to prepare their drinks. It's interesting listening. "Well then Mr Jensen," Mistress Thorne begins "Please call me Paul," He replies in an ingratiating tone. "Mr Jensen," Mistress Thorne continues, "Do you know why you are here?" "Yes... look, it was an impulse thing, I'd had a couple of drinks, and this girl was..." "Mr Jensen, you cheated on your wife," Mistress Thorne says coldly, "And from the records I have here it's not the first time... it's the third. And that only includes the ones your wife knows about..." "It was only the three... and besides we've talk about the first two, and that's in the past." "Mr Jensen your wife has taken you back twice, when to be brutally honest she should have filed for divorce, or come to us the first time," Mistress Thorne's tone is even colder. "And this.. well this really is the last chance saloon for you." "Really, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement..." He says, pausing as I bring over his drink, neatly presented on a silver tray. "I am a wealthy man, and..." "More correctly your wife is a wealthy woman, a wealthy woman who has been betrayed by her husband on at least three occasions. Moreover a wealthy woman, who has given us power of attorney with regards to this matter. And believe me Mr Jensen you have nothing to offer that I or my organisation could possibly want." He's silent, and Mistress takes a drink of her espresso as I return to my position. "You now have one choice. You can sign the divorce papers here, or you can sign this agreement here. Sign the divorce and you are a free man, with a small settlement amount, and forbidden from seeing your ex wife again... or there is the other document." "Which is?" He says not sounding so confident. "You agree to keep your dick in your pants, except for your wife, Mr Jensen... or... Maid Missy come forwards." "Yeth Mistreth," I say moving to the spot she indicates, and curtsying again "Do you like my maid Mr Jensen?" Mistress Thorne says walking up beside me. "Well yes.. but.." "She's very pretty isn't she?" Mistress Thorne strokes my neck, "And very obedient... bend over Maid!" "Yeth Mithreth," I say flushing, bending over to expose my pantied rear. "Tell me Mr Jensen, would you like a piece of this?" "No... I..." "Liar," Mistress Thorne says, stroking my arse through the panties, "You're almost drooling... and your trousers seem to be giving you some discomfort. Now would you like to get into my sexy little maids panties" "Alright yes, yes I would, but you've made it quite clear what would happen if I did..." "Oh no... if you cheat on your wife again, you really will be in her panties, and her shoes and dress... and her chastity-belt You see this is your reward for cheating on your wife one more time... you become her sissy maid. Like this is mine." "A sissy? Y.. you mean that's a man?" "Technically yes," Mistress Thorne, "Though 'his' manhood is locked up so tight, we're not in any danger no matter how horny she gets." I moan in embarrassment, and I'm ashamed to admit arousal, as there's a long pause. "Of course this is only your fate if you cheat after signing the contract... and we catch you," Mistress Thorne spanks my arse, and turns the exciter on making me groan, "And we will catch you... So divorce or signature?" There's another pause, "I'll sign, pah... I'm not going to cheat on my wife. I love her." "Of course Mr Jensen... that's why you've cheated on her," Mistress Thorne's voice drips with sarcasm, "Maid get the contract and give it to Mr Jensen." "Yeth Mithtreth," I say standing and mincing to get it then walking back, bending at the waist... Mr Jensen looks at me, trying to search for masculinity in my face I guess, as he takes the contract. "You can fuck her right now if you want?" Mistress Thorne says casually, making me blink and cringe. "That way we don't have to go to the trouble of finding you when you cheat again, and we can start transforming you today." "Not going to happen," Mr Jensen says flicking through the papers... which I can't read with the lenses in, "I'm not gay..." "Neither was my maid," Mistress says with a grin, "But she learned and so will you... besides if you're going to fuck a guy, why not pick a pretty one?" Mr Jensen colours at her teasing, handing me back the signed contract. "If you are quite finished?" I mince over to hand Mistress Thorne the contract which she briefly examines. "Yes. Well I see you've not signed it M. Mouse or similar, so we're good here. And you'd better be good, or that ass will be in panties..." Mr Jensen gets up, and nods leaving sharply without another word. Mistress Thorne grins and chuckles. "I give it four months before he's in training with you Missy, all that guy thinks with is his dick. Now tidy up maid, I've got two more visitors this afternoon." "Yeth Mithtreth," I reply, mincing to clear up the cups, before returning to position. Next are a couple.. she's so obviously in control, he's a whimpering sub. I.. I think he doesn't want to be a sissy, but the thought of disobeying her won't cross his mind. I'm cautious as I serve her... and sympathetic to him... at least until he pinches my arse and makes me drop the drink. In seconds Mistress has me bent over and thanking her for the spanks she gives me... and as I tidy up the mess sobbing, I now think he deserves everything he's going to get.... After them is another couple, obviously in love... the way they both look at me, then back to Mistress Thorne, makes their desires clear. They kiss as they both sign themselves into the company, her as a supervisor, him to be a sissy. They're eagerly discussing what changes he needs as they walk out still arm in arm. Mistress Thorne glances at me as they leave, that one cool blue eye examining me intently, "Your reactions have been most interesting maid, but now we have an unexpected visitor... place your hands behind you back.. wrist to elbow. "Y.. yeth Mithtreth," I reply meekly, aware this is a precursor to bondage, and sure enough, my arms are swiftly trapped behind my back and my breasts are encircled tightly with bright red rope. To increase the tension she also starts up the exciters again.. slowly, but enough for me to feel the arousal building up again... "Perfect.. I'd gag you too.. but I have a use for that slutty little mouth and tongue," she says checking the knots then sending me off with a quick slap to my arse... There's a nervous knock on the door, then the handle lowers and.. Master James sidles inside, glancing behind him nervously. "You don't have to be so nervous James, no ones following you..." Mistress Thorne says warmly. "Y... you know why I'm here?" He says awkwardly, blushing. "Of course.. 'Miss' Lenore has been very informative about your time as her student," Mistress Thorne says a hint of amusement in her voice, "She said you were.. eager to accept her commands?" "W.. well what was I supposed to do? She.. she's very commanding.. and I.. how could my father think just because she was in chastity that she couldn't..." "I believe your father was well aware about the possibility of strap ons... I believe that it was a.. test perhaps? To confirm your.. hmm... inclinations? Lenore.. is quite submissive if one takes charge, but one has to take that control. I think.. you failed..." He nods, welling up, a tear rolling down his cheek. "I.. I know.. I'm just not the son my father wanted... everyone.. knows it." "Hmm.. yes, and now you've come to sign up as a slutty little sissy here?" "Yes!" He cries out, "I.. When they were talking about Theo.. I got so horny that.. I wanted to be in his place and suck... well you know...Williams cock...." "I know, but we need to make sure you're really suitable material. I'd hate to change the son of a powerful man into a sissy, unless it was what he really wanted. So... look at this dumb sissy slut of a maid. Look her up and down.. and tell me what you feel?" "L.. lust..." He says after a long pause, "Horny... and j... jealous! I.. I wanna... oh I wanna be her.." The last words are almost sobs, his voice straining with embarrassment and longing and lust... I moan softly, feeling my own excitement rise. "Are you sure? Most of our maids are in 24/7 chastity... and look at that whorish little outfit? If you were a sex slave like young Theodora, you'd be wearing even less... "I.. don't care.. I.. wanna be in chastity... oh god help me I want to be a... a sissy s.. slut..." "Okay.. well you seem genuine," Mistress Thorne says. "Now.. drop your pants boy. And maid, come kneel at his feet." "Yeth Mithtreth," I moan, my arousal increasing as I walk carefully over, and lower myself in front of his legs. The trousers slide down to his ankles revealing a pair of black satin panties, straining to contain a little rigid cock, a damp spot of pre-cum staining the material at it's tip. "Maid, blow on Master Jame's cute little cockette... and it is little isn't it James?" "Oh yes Miss..." He moans looking down as I start to blow onto the panties, feeling the stimulation on my own increasing, "Oh.. that's so.. so hot!" I can feel him looking down at me, eyes wide, face flushed, groaning. "Maid, ask permission to kiss Miss Jamie's panties..." "M.. Mith Jamie, may thith thlutty maid kith your pretty black pantieth?" I ask looking up catching his glazed eyes, watching him not as he nipples his lip.. gods he looks so feminine already... I lean in, breathing softly on the small twitching cock, and plant a kiss at it's base. I moan as my stimulation is turned up to the max, and his cock erupts filling his panties with his cum. "Okay then Miss Jamie, I'm convinced, you're a genuine sissy. Please put your affairs in order, and we can start your journey to your true self later this week." "Oh yes.. t.. thank you..." he says blushing, embarrassed, some of the joy gone now he's cum, "But I..." "You'll come back, and yes I'll arrange for you to be chastised at all times... if you want...." "Well I.. err.. it's a big step..." he mumbles, "Its Mistress when you talk to me Jamie," Mistress Thorne reminds him gently, "Now pull up your pants and go. I will.. make sure your father is aware of your choice, but I doubt it's a surprise..." "N.. no Mistress," he stammers before doing an awkward curtsy and backing out the room, walking awkwardly with his cum filled panties. Mistress Thorne turns to me. "Right maid, get up, time for your second round of punishment... "Y.. yeth Mithtreth..." I say, trying to struggle to my feet, but obviously not fast enough for her, she grabs me by the collar and hauls me upright. "Bend over slut maid," Mistress says walking away, and I comply, wobbling slightly without my hands for balance... also the exciter is still on in my crotch making me tremble. I hear the sound of something swish past my ear, and flinch, making Mistress Thorne snort in amusement, then a small piece of leather is pressed to my lips. "Kiss the crop my bitch, thank it for the training it will give you." My bitch? That's what she calls me! My suspicions that she knows its me are pretty much confirmed... shit I'm delaying, I pucker up my ruby lips and plant a big kiss on the crop, "T.. thank you crop for the training you are about to give me." "Now ask him to begin.. politely..." Oh gods, this is so humiliating... and she's turning up the belt, making me moan, "P... pleathe M.. mathter crop, thtart training... thith... thilly thlutty... thithy maid..." She boosts the pleasure in bursts after every humiliating word, making me want to say more and more humiliating things about myself.. and then snatches the crop away. "Count and thank bitch, you know the drill," Mistress Thorne says lifting up my petticoats to give her a better shot at my pantied arse... The first one slaps the base of my left buttock, just it meets my leg making me squeal, and nearly topple over, "One thank you Mithreth Thorne, may I have another!" Five come in quick succession, then another five on the right, and I sob out, "T... ten t... thank you Mistress T... thorne...m.. may I have a.. another?" "No.. your voice seems to be returning, and I really mustn't find out which girl you really are," she says amused. "Stand up straight and keep silent!" I'm about to respond, but keep quiet as I force myself upright, sniffing at the tears, my arms uncomfortable in their bonds. I meekly open my mouth as she pushes a ball gag into it and straps it tight. "There, no unfortunate accidents," she says with an amused grin, stepping behind as if to free my arms, before reaching around to caress my still bound breasts. "Now.. take this note to Angel, and tell that gorgeous carrot haired sub, that she is in serious trouble, she was supposed to come visit me this afternoon. Also that she needs to take her pert little ass to go get a makeover for her 'date tonight', and finally maid, give her this note... I don't have to worry about you reading it though do I? You can't read can you maid?" I nod my head, feeling her gently tease my nipple, and her lips caress my neck... she's right, in these contacts I can't read... "Good job... maids shouldn't be able to read should they? Maids should just be obedient, sexy little tools right? Docile, frustrated fuck pets, good for serving and sex only?" She's playing with the belt controls, and teasing me with her lips and fingers... I'm moaning into the gag, drooling, leaking into my sopping wet panties... wishing so hard I could cum.. ready to admit to anything... and then Mistress moves her hand to rub my panties, before bringing it up to my nose "Have a good sniff maid, because this is what a horny chastised maid smells like all the time... this is your future. Can you imagine? Feeling like this all the time, but never, ever cumming? Oh my.. you'd end up a mindless obedient drone.. always hoping for that one, last, perfect forbidden climax..." I groan mindlessly, barely registering her words as anything other than another embarrassing stimulus, and then, suddenly the belt stops. Seconds later my arms are freed, followed by my breasts. "Now hurry along slut, Miss Black will be waiting in your room. Make sure Angel gets the note first and Miss Black doesn't see it..." I curtsy, then scurry out, still weak from arousal... wobbling on my heels, trying to make sense of what has happened...