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FROM MASTER TO MAID
The Story of Steve.
by
Steven VanRoc
The expensive depilatory had removed every trace of my beard and body
hair without unduly irritating my sensitive skin, and now I finished
rubbing on a luxuriously soothing ointment that left me silky soft and
gently perfumed all over. I posed, seductively nude, before the floor-to-
ceiling mirror and admired my expertly styled blonde tresses. I could
almost pass as a woman in the altogether!
As I padded across the thick carpet into the master bedroom, I glanced
down at the invitation I had received a week ago, now lying open on the
mahogany night stand:
DEAR STEVE,
YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO OUR FIRST PARTY SINCE THE HONEYMOON,
SATURDAY AT SEVEN. THIS IS A 'TURNABOUT' PARTY -- THAT IS, ALL THE WOMEN
WILL WEAR MEN'S ATTIRE AND EACH MAN MUST CONE DISGUISED AS A WOMAN. THERE
WILL BE SPECIAL PRIVILEGES FOR THE BEST-DRESSED COUPLE, BUT DON'T BRING A
DATE: WE HAVE A GIRL YOU MUST MEET....
YOU KNOW WHERE,
DAVE & DAPHNE.
A week ago I had handed the note to Inga, my live-in Danish maid and told
her to take care of the details. She had curtsied as best she could in
the brief uniform that I require her to wear, and taken charge... I
remembered that at first she had refused to wear such 'an outrage' as she
put it: a brief black satin and nylon maid's outfit, white lace cap, and
black stockings with 5" spike heels... but fulltime work was difficult to
come by, especially for someone without the proper Immigration papers, a
small technicality I was more than willing to overlook.
In the days following, I had practiced walking and talking like a girl
while Inga took my measurements, purchased clothes, makeup and set my
hair. Today, we had arranged that while I creamed away my body hair, she
would leave enough clothing out on the bed for me to cover myself
decently, then wait outside and help with the rest. I looked on the bed
to see 'what she had left.
What a shock!
The only thing on the bed was a tiny tangle of rubber straps. What the
hell was it? I began to examine the flesh-colored apparatus closely and
finally figured out how to put it on.
A small, semi-flexible cup of molded rubber covered my male equipment,
compressing my penis and balls into a neat package that tucked up into my
crotch (Where the hell did she find this contraption?) A hole in it fit
over the tip of my cock, so I could urinate without removing it if I sat
down, and the whole thing was strapped around my waist by a flesh-tone
latex band while a thin but strong latex-covered strap ran from the cup
between the cheeks of my ass to the waist band.
It felt strange enough, especially the tight pressure between my ass-
cheeks, but I finally managed to tug the thing into place and surveyed
the result. I looked even more female! The device suppressed any hint of
my gender, its flesh-toned color blending perfectly with my own skin. As
an interesting side effect, the straps seed to push my bottom up and out,
giving it more round, pert, and feminine shape. A slight flabbiness in my
chest, even hinted at breasts!
I looked wonderingly down at my emasculated body--I never thought that a
man could be so - so transformed as I was now, from wealthy bachelor to
peach-naked girl...
But the time was getting late to waste in such idle thought, and I
remembered Inga was waiting outside with the rest of my costume.
A funny uneasiness came over me. Although my privates were certainly
well-covered, I definitely wasn't modestly, or even decently, dressed.
The rubber device was more like a bizarre girdle than anything else,
leaving me feeling naked and vulnerable. The idea of appearing before my
maid like this made me shiver-- what would she think? I have always
insisted that she look as feminine as possible, and wear the briefest and
lowest cut maid's uniform money can buy. Now I had to put myself on
display for her even more nude than she was!
My clothes closets were locked... a precaution against penthouse cat
burglars... and it would be just too undignified to try to cover myself
with bath towel or bedsheet. So I had no choice but to present myself to
her like this...named Steve but dressed like Eve!
Nervously, I opened the door and walked into the adjoining room.
"Oh, Inga! She'll be perfect!"
The strange female voice came from behind me as I walked across the room,
looking for Inga. I whirled.
Inga stood behind me, immaculate and implacable as usual in her short
black uniform. But the woman beside her was a stranger to me?and and
stunningly exotic!
"Hi, Honey. My name is Kiki... Inga hired me to take care of your
outfit?it?s one of my special talents!"
She walked towards me and I had a chance to see her fully now?though not
as fully as she was seeing me! I blushed scarlet as her eyes fastened on
my bizarre garment and a devilish smirk crossed her oriental face, framed
by long gleaming black tresses combed straight to her back. She wore a
plain cotton blouse and dark slacks. Her delicate features were opened
into a hugely amused grin.
"I...I...uh...." Stammering, blushing I wavered. How could Inga put me
into such a humiliating position, in front of a woman I had never even
met!
"Nervous, Dearie?" Her eyes were wide with a sexy kind of sympathy. "Here
drink this." She handed me a shot glass full of liquid which I drained at
once. I thought it was a brandy, but the funny taste puzzled me.
?That's a strong, short term sedative, little one.? Then Kiki explained,
?It won't put you to sleep, but it will make you rather relaxed and
docile for a short time...Don't worry, it'll wear off by the time you
leave."
I didn't worry, in fact, I felt myself melting into total complaisance.
That was some sedative! I still felt self-conscious about my unclad
condition but Kiki soothed me with gentle, stroking hands along my baby
soft back, cooing, "There, there little Lady.... we'll soon have you all
dressed up in your fillies and on your merry way!"
"Yes sir," Inga added. "Kiki is vell known in some circles as ze best
Feminizer on ze East Coast. Ve shall soon haf you looking just darling!"
How much time passed as they powdered, polished, rouged and mascaraed me?
I had no idea? I seemed to float in space as they had me step into a
tight pair of black satin panties. "Ah, ze little girl looks so cute in
her panties, no?" Next I felt a tight garter-belt being drawn around my
waist as black seamed stockings were slowly drawn up my smooth silky pink
legs (They looked so soft and hairless, I thought, so girlish...) Next I
was asked to step into the black high heels and a rather strange little
dress. Gradually, the fog seemed to partially clear, as slowly, slowly I
became aware of the pinch of tight shoes with tall heels...my black
dress, confining my waist cruelly as the black corset built into it
pushed my breasts up into well-shaped padded cups. The effect was one of
true femininity, a soft and shapely bosom. The girls ordered me to hold
my head erect, so the makeup could dry, they said? and this kept me from
seeing just what I was wearing. But I could tell it was quite short, mid-
thigh length, and I felt terribly self-conscious as they commented, "Oh,
ze girl is just zo sexy, No? Whjn she kicks up her heels, ze petti vill
becharming! Little girlie, let us zee your pretty petti!"
She suddenly stopped her teasing and looke at her dainty jeweled
wristwatch. "Oh ," she cooed, "You should haf left ten minutes ago. I
viii call ze garage for ze car!"
As she minced off, Kiki held up some other things. "Finishing touches,
Sweetie." While she fastened them to my hair and dress, I came out of my
stupor barely enough to protest weakly, "But that's an apron and a, a...
maid's cap!"
"Yes, short and frilly, aren't they? Just the thing to go with your sexy
panties! Inga told me you had to be disguised as a woman, so I suggested
that you disguise yourself as... Inga! Of course, this outfit is much
briefer than the one she wears, and it?s awfully confining, what with the
built-in girdle, and padded bra, but since you won't have to do any real
maid's work it shouldn't be too bad... and it does wonders for your
figure!
"Now then," she fastened something around my left wrist, "This charm
bracelet will hold only two charms, but they're very important. This is
the key to your penthouse and of course you'll get your car key
downstairs in the garage. Since you don't have pockets or purse this is
the only way to carry them, so be careful. You won't be carrying any
identification either, so drive carefully?heaven forbid you should get
stopped by the state police in that little costume!"
Inga returned, "Ze garage is told zat ze new maid viii pick up ze car,
sir."
"Great, she's all set, and what a little wonder." Kiki spun me about
firmly and propelled me towards the door, pettis swirling around my
thighs. As I walked under her strong guidance, strange feelings assailed
me. I could feel my bottom swish from side to side with each mincing
step. The corset built into my dress arched my back slightly, increasing
the feminine sexiness of my walk. Things seemed to be moving about me
faster than I could handle...what had I gotten myself into?
Or what had they put me into?
Then suddenly I was outside my apartment, alone and moving under my own
power to the nearby elevators. Things were returning to normal now...I
felt more aware of my surroundings?and more curious about what I really
looked like!
The elevator door hissed open and I stepped into its mirrored interior.
As the doors squeezed shut, I got my first look at the new me.
Me? The sexy tease who gasped back at me in the mirror?ME????!?
Her hair was blonde, gracefully coiffed down to her bare shoulders. Her
eyes were skillfully shadowed, with long, demure lashes beneath
gracefully arched brows. Cheeks rouged and powdered, lips, red, full and
wet and pouty!
At the floor her tiny black high heeled shoes showed just a peek of red
toenail beneath tiny black bows. Sexy smooth legs rose from there,
encased in dark seined hose held taut by red satin garters with roses at
the sides! The froth of white petticoats followed.
But most startling was the dress itself. Jet black and wasp-waisted. The
skirt came down to just above mid-thigh, like Inga's. Unlike Inga's it
was slit up each side nearly to the waist, showing generous views of bare
thigh and even the sides of my bottom, framed by layers of lacy white
pettis (Also slit at the sides!) and encased the ruffled black panties!
The top of the dress ended below my armpits, leaving my shoulders bare.
It was cunningly cut in the front so that it seemed to barely contain a
set of bobbing boobs. In the back it scooped down to inches above my
waist. Each time I moved in this thing, my breasts bounced and the tiny
skirt flipped up in back, threatening to reveal the lace black panties!
The saucy maid's cap and apron were 'finishing touches' indeed, giving
the whole outfit a humorous touch. Without them, the girl in the black
dress would have been brazenly sexy...now she was just slightly
frivolous, a lowly maid forced to display her charms.
My thoughts were interrupted by the "whish" of the elevator doors
opening. For a moment, I cowered in the elevator, slightly ashamed and
confused by my looks. Then I recovered my poise. I was, after all, Steven
VanRoc, independent, affluent Playboy. My looks were a result of the high
price I could pay for a convincing disguise. Suddenly, I determined to
make it work? to pass myself off as a woman, a sexy, real woman! With
bold assurance of my sexuality, I stepped off the elevator into the
brightly lit garage.
As I approached his tiny office, the parking attendant sprang up to meet
me. The expressions on his young, healthy face were a window to his
thoughts: First, polite attention to an expected client... then, relaxed
contempt as he saw it was only a maid approaching?and then new interest
as the sexy briefness of my costume became apparent!
For my part, I. saw him in a totally different way. Before, he was only
Nicky, the young parking attendant. Now, I noticed his muscular build,
bulging under thin T-shirt and tight jeans. He seemed strong now,
dominant and macho, in fact, just the opposite of me!
He stood now, towering over me as he frankly admired my amply displayed
curves. "And what can I do for you, Foxy?" he smiled.
In the feminine voice I had practiced all week, I said softly, "Mr.
VanRoc's car, and quickly, boy."
This was the tone I usually took with him, albeit slightly softer...but
in my present state, it the wrong one to use!
"Boy! What do you mean BOY, Girly?" He flashed. "You think you got
special status or something? I've got a good notion to turn your fancy
little ass over my knee for that!"
I chilled at the thought of this brute manhandling me in this girlish
outfit. "Oh no! I mean, I... I'm sorry! I'm in a hurry and I didn't
mean..." my voice trailed off.
"That's more like it!" He was still mad, but calming down. "Just wait
here and I'll bring your master's car."
Alone in his office, I congratulated myself on a narrow escape. I must
remember to be less arrogant in this outfit! I looked at myself in a full
length mirror near the desk. Full, fleshy curves, trimmed in black. No
one could blame Nick for putting this scantily-clad little thing in her
place!
My eye wandered from the mirror to the desk, where a full pitcher of iced
tea sat invitingly. Then, next to the pitcher, I saw something even more
interesting.
I minced up to the desk for a closer look. Girlie magazines! I should
have know... but, no, not quite?. these 'books' had titles like TIED
BITCH, MAN IN CHARGE, HARNESSED WHORES. Bondage books! I looked over
pages of girls, nude, near nude, bound in uncomfortable and humiliating
positions, hobbling about to service dominant men. One girl had even been
dressed as a Maid! Mine had been a narrow escape indeed!
Suddenly a heavy footstep cracked behind me. Startled, I whirled to face
the returning Nick. Alas! As I turned, my band swiped against the plastic
tea pitcher as I dropped one of the magazines on the floor. It rocked
wildly, then careened off the desk and splashed all over the floor,
soaking the magazine!
Trembling, I faced the lean, hulking car boy, whose face now showed a
grim satisfaction.
'Now you've done it, Baby! S?matter, you get a little excited by some of
reading material? Well get this mass cleaned up before you split!"
'Uh- I-I really, I have no time for that." I tried to sound
authoritative. "Mr. VanRoc will take care of the damage... just give me
the car keys and I'll go now."
"No way, Baby." He put his hands on his hips, still clutching the
precious key. "You made this mass and you'll clean it up like a proper
little maid or I'll tan your fanny?and don't think I can't!"
I determined to stop this nonsense before it went too far. I extended my
hand commandingly. ?The key!" I snapped.
Suddenly a firm hand clamped on my wrist. Nick swiftly spun me about on
my clattering heels, twisting my arm behind me, and forced me to bend
over at the waist?further pushing my bosom up and out! I. heard a sharp
crack behind me and a burning pain shot across my bottom?I was being
spanked!
"Now, you bitch! (Slap! SLAP! SLAP!) Are you going to take orders ( SLAP!
SLAP!) and clean up this mess (SLAP!!) Or do you want me to tear those
panties off your cute little ass and work you over bare-butt?" (SLAP ?
SLAP - SLAP!).
Through my pain I cringed at the thought of him removing my skimpy
panties and discovering what was beneath. 'NO-oo!?!" I cried, "Ouch!
Eeek! No, I-I'll clean up. Ouch! I will, Sir. Please, ouch, OWWWW!"
All at once, I was free. Nick stepped back and watched as I tried to rub
my aching wrist and sore bottom. simultaneously. I blinked back tears of
humiliation.
'That's better, maid!" Nick barked. "There' s paper towels Over there.
Now get started. This should be fun to watch, girlie!"
I scurried to obey. In my tight brief dress, it was an awful chore! As I
crouched before the mirror, sopping up the liquid, my reflection caused
me a fresh wave of shame. For stooping down, my short skirt was totally
inadequate, and my freshly spanked bottom was clearly exposed to Nick's
view, skimpily covered by the tiny black panties. I. blushed at the
picture until my face was a red as my bottom, and watched Nick in the
mirror as I tried to remain as modest as possible?a losing cause as I saw
him openly stare at my pantied ass.
After mopping up, Nick had me give the small office a quick
straightening, especially stacking his library of bondage books neatly.
Then he made me dust the few furnishings. Inwardly, I rebelled at the
indignity but I didn't dare incur his wrath again. Meekly, I fixed him a
new pitcher of tea, poured him a glass and curtsied as I served it to
him, saying, "Your tea, sir. I hope you find it satisfactory, sir. And I
will gladly do anything else you require, sir."
?That 's all for right now, Babe." He grinned smugly and dropped the car
key on the floor. ?I just hope this has taught you a lesson about getting
fancy ideas above your station!"
Raging inwardly, I curtsied again. 'Thank you sir!? I bent over to get
the key and he gave my bottom a lewd pat. ?Like your outfit honey, it
really does things for your figure... a real piece!" I endured this in
silence and minced to my car. As I did, I heard him call out after me,
?Maybe next time, Babe, you can do a little cleaning for me at home?I
got an apartment that could use your little talents! HaHaHa!"
At this point, I didn't really feel like leaving. My bottom was still
sore, and I wanted to get back to my safe, luxurious penthouse where I
could get out of this degrading outfit. But I didn't dare make Nick
suspicious so the only thing to do was drive away.
But as I headed for Dave and Daphne's my emotions seethed. The nerve of
that brute! I took my anger and frustration out in my driving till I
realized what a chance I was taking. If a cop did stop me now, I'd be in
for some tall explaining, not to mention some real humiliations! I calmed
down and finished the drive safely.
Dave and Daphne lived in a large old-fashioned mansion set deep on a
wooded estate. I was quite late and cars were parked all about the
estate. Sounds of revelry cane from the house as I locked my car, clipped
the key carefully to my bracelet and made my swishing way to the front
door. Some of my confidence was returning. I was eager to renew my
friendship with Dave, whom I. hadn't seen since the wedding two months
ago. I remembered Daphe as a tall sexy brunette and I looked forward to
seeing her again... even in these rather different circumstances!
And see her I did. The door swung open as I rang and there she stood,
devastatingly
sexy in a charming Lion Tamer outfit. Tall black boots molded themselves
to her calves, flaring breeches nipped in at her waist, and her breasts
thrust out against a tight, wide-collared silk blouse, unbuttoned to the
navel. A starter pistol tucked in her belt and a long braided black whip
completed the effect.
"Steve! Wonderful to see you. You're just darling! Dave will be so glad
you're here!"
She ushered me through a hall to a large ballroom where the gala was in
full swing.
"I'm going to get that girl I told you about; Just make yourself at home,
the bar is well-stocked and the... I've got to run, dear!"
She dashed off and I was alone, transvestite in a room full of strangers.
Strangers indeed! What an odd party. If everyone had switched sexes, it
wasn't very apparent; the women all wore pants but had made no further
effort to masculinize their appearance. Leather seemed quite popular,
even including capes and rather devilish-looking hoods. And I could see
no other men at all!
As I wandered about, I felt quite self-conscious about being the only one
wearing a dress?and such a short one, slit up the sides yet with my
frilly slip and panties showing! But although I was displaying more curvy
flesh than anyone, no Ione took special notice of me.
In fact, there were all quite wrapped up in each other. Chatting
intimately, hugging, kissing, even boldly caressing. What kind of kinky
party was this?
Daphne's voice burst in on my thoughts. "Steve! There you are, you little
minxl This is Toni Dante, dear, Sorry to leave you two alone so quickly,
but I must rush?have to check up on things! See you in a minute."
The woman Daphne bad introduced so abruptly was a knock-out. Auburn hair
swept gracefully down to the middle of her back. Vividly green eyes,
strong chin, and cheek bones, sexy smiling lips?. Who was this?
Her gorgeous figure had been poured into blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a
too-tight western shirt. Without thinking, I was devouring her figure
with my eyes. Then I saw her expression, a strange mixture of desire,
haughtiness, and amusement! She was taking in every aspect of my tiny
costume and feminized body,.obviously amused, and chuckling aloud!
?Daph?s told me a lot about you. So you're really Steven VanRoc...
successful, affluent, single?..?
I tried to impress her with the witticism that had occurred to me
earlier. "Look more like 'Eve' than 'Steve' right now, I guess." I joked
lamely.
"You look just darling. I'm really impressed that you went to such
lengths. But as girlish as you look now,I almost wish you had come
dressed as Eve!"
"I feel worse than naked anyway, the way this skirt keeps flipping up in
the back." I admitted.
"Believe me," Toni assured, "the effect is quite charming! Those panties
are so sexy! With you as my date I'll be the envy of every girl here."
?Everyone seems a little... eccentric," I ventured.
"Oh we're all a little kinky here. New thrills, you know. And of course,
Daphne's a confirmed lez."
"Really?"
"Of course! You didn?t know?? She looked me up and down and her lip
curled slightly. ?It's easyto see where your interests lie! I'm bi
sometimes myself, but too dominant to suit most lovers. Not really
sadistic?I just love having my cute ass licked!"
I must have looked startled at such frankness. And what did she mean. by
my interests?"
I changed the subject quickly, "I-er wonder where Dave is?" Toni seemed
mildly annoyed but directed to the center of the room, to find Dave.
A strange sight met me there. A platform a foot high, ten feet square,
with a tall post in the center.
And that's not all, there was a woman on the platform. A dog collar
forced her to hold her head high and a chain secured it to the post!
Behind her back, each wrist was bound to the opposite elbow with silken
cords. Her only clothing was a pair of high heels?very high heels?and a
pair of torn, tiny pink panties, so frayed that they were nearly falling
from her hips! Her body, thus exposed and on display, flaunted a very
full set of titties, shapely legs, and a round saucy ass, glowing bright
red. A paddle hanging from the post explained that?causing me to remember
quite vividly my own recent spanking! As I studied the sensuous face
beneath her long dark hair, it suddenly hit me?
"Davel," I cried, stepping onto the platform.
He-she turned to me, shocked. "Steve! Have they got you, too?" His voice
was much higher than I remembered.
"Got me? What do you mean? What the hell has happened to you?"
"Daphne owns me now," he said. "My name is Therese and I'm her sexual
plaything."
?But how???
"It started on the honeymoon in LA. Somehow, all my luggage got lost on
the plane, although now I think she planned it that way. And when I sent
my clothes out to be cleaned, someone stole them?and my wallet!" He
shuddered at the memory. "Daph decided it would be cute to keep me naked
for a few days. Since I had no money or clothes, I. had to go along. It
wasn't too bad at first, although Daphne had to lock me in a trunk
whenever they cleaned and when she went out, in case anyone came. Each
day, I'd plead with her to buy me some clothes! She'd go out shopping for
hours and come back with sexy nighties, panties and erotic books. I
started promising all sorts of things just to get some clothes. So she
made me promise not to climax for a week.... I couldn't do it, not with
her lounging around in those sexy baby-dolls, reading aloud, from lesbian
novels... and me naked and horny all the time! She even began to verbally
humiliate me whenever I got physically excited.
"One night, I lost control. She made me lie next to her on the bed while
she read from some heavy porn. She began to play with her breasts through
the nightie and before I knew what was happening I erupted all over the
bed, even getting some on her legs. Daphne flew into a rage. She said I
must be punished for breaking promises. When I agreed, she spanked me,
shaved off all my body hair, and locked me in the trunk. She threatened
to have the trunk delivered that night to a gay sex club unless I
promised her more.
"You can see how it turned out; once she had the upper band, she was
merciless... I kept promising this or that, I kept failing, and she kept
punishing and figuring out new punishments, and on and on. Like these
rubber breasts I'm wearing. They look and feel totally genuine, but
Daphne swears she's going to give me real ones! My power of attorney, my
stocks and bonds are all in her name and my name was legally changed to
THERESE."
"But that's unbelievable," I gasped. "I'm only here as a guest at a
costume party, but you..."
"If I don't please the guests tonight, Daphne says she'll rent me to a
gay massage parlor in town. She even made me practice on some gay friends
of hers! It was so humiliating, they had to force me to... huh.....I
can't even...
?Listen whatever you do, follow the rules. Leave when you can, but don't
give than any excuse to punish you. And please, PLEASE don't get me in
trouble. I can't....?
Suddenly Daphne strode on to the platform. "Time!" she cried. Various
people around the room applauded and everyone turned to us expectantly.
I, of course, had no idea what was going on, or what was about to take
place.
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