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Home Maid, Part 3
Part 3
I approached the cashier, a wide smile on my lips that needed no coaching.
Making a rather dramatic production of my own inability to remember such a
simple list, I read the two items from the first page of my notebook.
There was a slight look of regret in the cashier's eyes and it took me a
minute to realize the cause.
I had been facing towards him when I bent over earlier. Knowing there was
an easy fix, I fumbled with the bills in my purse, dropping them to the
floor in back of me. I spun on my heels and bent quickly to retrieve the
currency. The quick motion caused my skirts to bounce around somewhat
wildly.
Again, I stayed bent over long enough for him to get a good look. When I
straightened and turned back to the cashier, there was a bit of a flush to
his face that hadn't been there previously.
I was glad. Once I realized part of my servile role was that of sexual
toy, I was determined I would do it to the best of my ability.
I gave him a smile that said, "I know what you are thinking, and I am
happy."
When he handed me the bag of food, I made sure to brush my nails gently
against his hand. I thanked him in a soft voice, and wiggled my way back
out to the car.
"It seems my sissy might be turning into a bit of a hussy!" mom said
laughingly as I climbed into the back seat. "You might have made that poor
boy extremely uncomfortable for the rest of his shift, maid."
I explained to her the revelations I had had over the course of the
morning. Mom got a thoughtful look as I described my understanding of my
proper position in life.
"You really are a wonder, sissy, you know that? I should have guessed
something like this would be coming. But you are right, on more than one
count. You are far too young to be engaging in any form of sexual
activity. When you are a little older, we can do something about preparing
you for intimate contact. For now however, we can start working on figure
training you! If we start corseting you right now, you're young enough
that we can mold you into a proper shape for good!"
"Oh yes, ma'am! Thank you so much, ma'am!" I gushed.
I ate as quickly as I could, upon our return home, while still maintaining
a proper sissy demeanor. Once I had eaten, the process of rearranging my
room began. Luckily the floor was already covered in a pink floral themed
linoleum, so the cleaning supplies could be brought in without fear of
ruining any pretty carpeting.
With mom directing me, I took down all my posters and pictures. These were
to be replaced with more traditional workplace posters, and safety
warnings. There were also a few 'Maid motivational' pictures displaying
happy, frilly, sissy maids at work.
One of the few things we carried home ourselves was a rack that mom
mounted just inside the door next to the light switch. It has places to
hold most of my manually operated tools including my new broom, my mop,
and more. There was even a place for the new pink and white feather duster
mom surprised me with.
Yet again, I thanked her for this token profusely. It touched my heart
that she would give me such a thoughtful and useful token of my true
status in her house.
There were a few more surprises in store for me when the delivery men
arrived. The first was a sign that mom had custom ordered for mounting on
the wall outside my room.
It said "Maid's Quarters".
When I saw it in place, I broke down in tears.
Mom came over to me, concerned.
"Is everything alright, Felicity? I thought this would make you happy!"
"Oh, ma'am, a person like you couldn't possibly understand how happy this
makes me! I am sorry for crying, ma'am! It's ungrateful of me to cause you
distress after you create the perfect environment for your servant. Please
accept my humblest apologies, ma'am!"
With that, I straightened myself up and threw on my brightest smile. I
curtseyed deeply to her, and she came over to me and held me tight.
"Remember, if things ever get too much or if you need to change anything,
you can always tell me. You're not just my servant, you're also my child."
"Ma'am, thank you again, but I think I am more likely to beg you to take
things further than anything else." I said with another curtsey and a
smile.
"Oh really, maid? Well there's one other thing that is going to happen
right now that I didn't tell you about."
With that, she had the delivery men remove the door and hinges from my
room.
"Two reasons, sissy. One, I don't think trapping the fumes from your work
supplies in the room you sleep in is a good idea. Two, my servant has no
need for privacy. You will no longer close any door between us unless
instructed to do so. This means you sit with the door open when you use
the bathroom, so I can check on my maid as I please."
She took in my look of stunned pleasure.
"Yes, maid, I understand who and what you are," she said with a grin.
"Now, while the men are setting up the shelves and moving your sewing
machine and desk back into your quarters, maid, I want you to go in and
strip down to your bra and panties. Stand next to your bed as I go get the
corsets I've purchased for you from my room. Keep your heels on."
With that, I was sent to my new room.
I carefully removed my petticoat and dress and stood there, on total
display. Of course, some of the men stared at me. I curtseyed to them, and
tried to show off my developing attributes as much as possible. The
hormones I was on were certainly doing their job, as my body was now
unmistakably feminine. I kept my mouth slightly open, as if inviting them
to make use of it.
Soon enough, mom returned with 5 corsets in her arms. She laughed when she
saw my pose and expression.
"Dear gods, I leave my maid alone for a few minutes and she's already
trying to seduce all the men!" She turned to the men. "Any of you
interested in my maid's charms, you'll have a few years to wait before
it's legally of age."
She motioned for me to raise my arms.
"This is going to be uncomfortable at first, maid. But you'll get used to
it after a few months or so."
She wrapped the corset around my waist and fastened the busk up the front.
Walking around behind me, she grabbed the laces and started pulling. I
felt the pressure immediately, as my waist and lungs were compressed.
"This corset is 3" under your actual waist size. so I am going to tighten
it all the way and let you adjust to it. When you've gotten used to this
set, we'll replace them with smaller ones, maid! Now. walk around the room
and pose for the men, sissy."
I did as instructed, delighted by the looks of pure want in some of their
eyes. In retrospect, I think ma'am had me do that simply so she could see
who would leer at a sissy my age so she could keep an eye on them.
"Okay, maid. Back in uniform and get back to work."
I curtseyed to her and obeyed.
The change they had wrought on my quarters so far was impressive. There
were 2 large industrial shelves along one wall, covered in all the
cleaning supplies a maid like me could ever dream of. Sponges, brushes,
rubber gloves, and more. I was in heaven.
Ma'am had apparently decided to go full out with the pink theme because a
new pink vacuum cleaner stood against the wall, next to a pink mop bucket!
The mop itself wasn't pink, though.
I should probably talk a bit about restrooms.
Prior to ma'am placing me on hormones, I had been using the boys bathroom
at school, regardless of how prissy I was dressed, or the fact that I had
long pink(or lavender) fingernails. Once I was actually being treated
with the feminizing agents, ma'am had me start using the girls restroom.
She cleared it with the school and told them I was transitioning to being
a girl.
Yet for some reason we still kept up the fiction that my outfits during
the day were 'boy clothes'. I guess even sissies like me need their
illusions!
I went about the house, cleaning with a greater sense of purpose and
fulfillment than ever before. I saw my possible future, working as a nurse
during the day and serving as a maid for my ma'am at night. It was
entirely possible that I would spend the rest of my life in her service,
and that thought made me very glad.
When I returned to the maid quarters I found ma'am waiting for me with
another surprise.
You may have noticed, I stopped referring to my owner as 'mom' and
replaced it with 'ma'am'. I am trying to capture the feel of the changes
as they occurred in our relationship, and the thing that happened next was
definitely the point where I really started considering myself a piece of
property.
Of course, this all happened several years ago, and I am dramatizing
things a bit to make sure whomever reads this is amused. I can't really
say exactly what was going through my head the first time I decided to put
my panties on display, I can only guess.
So many things have changed between then and now, it seems like a
completely different lifetime. It is in some ways. I am certainly no
longer the child I was then. Not either physically or mentally, but that's
for later.
"Close your eyes, maid, and take my hand."
Ma'am lead me into my room and steered me over to the wall next to my
closet.
"Open your eyes, maid."
I opened my eyes.
In front of me was something that looked like a pink locker. It was metal.
It was a little over 6' tall. There was a keypad on the door. Above the
door was a small plaque that read simply "Maid". There were vent slats
along both sides as well as at the top and bottom of the door.
It looked like nothing so much as an oversized storage locker.
As it turns out, that's pretty much what it was.
Ma'am reached out and punched a series of numbers into the pad and the
door opened very smoothly.
I was shocked at first when I saw what was inside.
There was a sort of seat molded into the back wall along with clearly
marked places for my arms, legs, and head.
"Get in, maid."
When I had arranged myself properly, ma'am touched the keypad again and
restraints slid into place. It's hard to describe this without making it
sound like something out of a Sci-Fi novel, but in actuality it was pretty
simple. The restraints were more like those on a roller coaster, generally
accurate, but with a HUGE margin for error.
Ma'am took in the astonished look on my face and laughed, "I told you,
maid. I know who and what you are. Perhaps even better than you do!"
She pushed another button on the keypad and the restraints locked in
place. I may not have been exactly pinned down, but even with the amount
of wiggle room I had I wasn't going anywhere.
Ma'am adjusted the clamp around my waist. making it much closer to the
actual size of my corseted waist.
"Now, let me explain. When you are not in service and you have nothing to
do, you will go into storage. I don't intend to have household cleaning
appliances cluttering up the place. I can set a time on the door, and lock
my maid into its cabinet for any length of time I choose. I can release it
by remote or by entering a code in the door. If I have not chosen to lock
the cabinet, the maid can release itself at any time by pushing this
button."
Ma'am showed me a small button on the armrest to which I was now attached.
I pushed it and nothing happened.
"I locked my property in place already, maid. It will release when the
time I set runs out or when I feel it's necessary to have my maid on hand.
I've set it for one hour, so unless I have a particular use for the
services of my servant, it will remain locked until then. See that small
red LED? That tells you it's locked, maid. When it turns green, my servant
may exit and resume its duties."
By this time I was crying tears of hopelessness and gratitude.
I wanted nothing more than this, and yet I knew it was literally the end
of me as a person.
Ma'am had one final surprise in store.
My owner took out a small box. Inside it were a pair of pink and lavender
earrings. They were extremely ornate, and perfectly matched to pretty much
all of my uniforms. She removed my bottom earrings and replaced them with
the new jewelry.
There was something a little strange about my new decorations. There was a
part of the earring that slid into my ear. It didn't really affect my
hearing at all, it just felt odd.
Once they were both in place, she stood back a bit and smiled.
Ma'am walked to the door of my quarters, raised her bracelet to her mouth
and whispered.
"You're my little remote control maid now!"
I heard it clear as a bell.
The part inside my ear was a tiny speaker.
Tammi
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