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Maid For Her
I acknowledge that some parts have been borrowed from elsewhere -but hey,
the great composers used to take common folk melodies and mix them
together into something of their own and no one complains! This is my
first published story, so enjoy.
I entered the shop and walked straight to the section where the objects
of my desire were, ladies' high-heeled shoes and boots. The shoes on
display weren't really my cup of tea, but there was a cracking pair of
knee high boots with a block heel and adorned with buckles. These would
do nicely for later. My feet aren't massive -UK men's size 10. Said shop,
Evans sells plus size ladies' clothing and wide fitting shoes up to UK
size 10. Before finding out this fact, I would see footwear that I liked
and buy from elsewhere in their largest size, size 8 or if I was lucky 9
and sometimes would really have to squeeze into them.
My cross-dressing began when I was about 12, trying on my sisters' stuff.
Later, this wouldn't be enough of a thrill and as I started earning more
money of my own doing my paper round and eventually day jobs, I would see
shoes I liked and start to buy my own. My confidence in other areas of my
life was pretty damn low being honest, but the excitement of this
activity would give me great confidence out of no-where and I would have
no problem going into a shop and asking for shoes in the size I wanted
and then paying up before leaving. I always wondered what the ladies in
the shops thought of me (and fantasised about them asking me what I was
doing with their products and taking me out back to dress me up) but they
never gave me any trouble and I was always polite.
Picking up the boots, I went towards the counter where the sales lady was
stood. The shop was quiet, it was nearly closing time. She smiled nicely
as I approached.
"Can I have these in a size 10, please?"
"Let me see if we have them, just a moment sweetie"
She went to the back of the shop and was out there for what seemed like
ages. I was always nervous inside (what if someone I know sees me in
here?!) but this mystery confidence always trumped my nerves and I have
never walked out of a shop in a panic. She finally came out with a large
white box with my coveted boots in a size 10. She took of the lid to show
me the boots inside.
"Great, thank you very much."
"Ok, that's ?44.99 then please."
I paid up and said goodbye and promptly left the shop. Luckily the bag
the shoebox came in was blank, rather than having Evans blasted all over
it. I didn't really want to be the poster girl for Evans.
I was absolutely buzzing, as I always am when I buy a new pair of shoes
or apparel. Retail therapy works for guys and girls alike. This is the
first stage done. Next is to act out -but it was always alone as much as
I fantasised about being feminised by a strict, dominant (not to mention,
fit woman). After my climax I would immediately feel the shame and
embarrassment. All the confidence I had would be depleted; like my balls
-and I would throw my stuff purchased away or put it into recycling.
Sometimes I would keep it for a while, but never for long before the
shame kicked in again and it got thrown out.
Luckily I kept the boots in the box after the shame kicked in, probably
because it was a more expensive purchase for me and I wanted to at least
get my moneys' worth. Next time I opened the box, I noticed a scrap of
paper inside that wasn't the receipt.
I hope you enjoy wearing these boots sweetie, I'm sure you look
delightful in them. You can buy these things with no problem, but can you
take the next step? Give me a call and we'll see. XX
I re-read it several times. She knew! I could have been buying these for
a friend or relative or even as a gift. I was buzzing even more -this was
really exciting! I thought about ringing her right then, but it could be
a trap and my worst nightmare could be realized: Everyone I know finding
out and ostracising me. I gave it some time and until I wasn't buzzing
quite so much that I might make a more rational decision. She was right,
I have no problem buying the stuff and I've always wanted to take it
further (but have always been to scared to ask girlfriends about
fulfilling these fantasies for me).
Next thing I know, the call tone is sounding on my end while I'm calling
her.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi"
"Who's this, then?"
"You left a note with my new shoes to call you?"
"Hello sweetie! I was wondering if you would take the plunge and call."
"I, err guess I did."
"Are you wearing your new shoes now?"
"Err, no."
"No, mistress Alison," she corrected.
"No, mistress Alison," I went along, it felt right doing so.
"You've always dressed up alone haven't you?"
"Yes. I'm very shy and scared of being found out."
"You were so confident, and polite in the shop. Most other cross-dressers
can hardly speak through nerves and some are just plain rude. I liked
that and have some alternative tastes myself. I want you to become my
next plaything and project. Would you like that sweetie?" She said the
last part very huskily.
"Yes," I managed to stammer out
"Yes what?"
"Yes, please Mistress Alison."
"Good sissy, remember I like manners. Ok, enough talk, here is my
address. Come by this evening at 8."
"See you later on and thank you for talking to me, Mistress Alison."
I couldn't believe this! She wanted to see me! I thought she was way out
of my league. Tall and nicely plump, well in proportion to her height.
She had nice taste in clothes too -she was wearing a pair of the boots I
bought the other day in the shop. Maybe this was my chance to get lucky.
I arrived at her place that evening as instructed. I was close to running
away as soon as I knocked on the door, but something kept me there. The
door opened but she was behind it so there was just her hallway in view.
"Come in, sweetie."
I entered and heard the door shut and lock behind me. Then I turned
around to see her. She looked absolutely gorgeous and was dressed very
provocatively -a nice black leather mini dress and 6-inch heels with a
single buckle around the ankle. Her smell was amazing with her perfume
and the makeup wasn't trowled on like all the clich?s, nicely applied. I
wanted to serve her right then.
"Where are your new shoes?"
"They don't go with these other clothes."
"That's true, remember your manners!"
"Sorry, Mistress Alison."
"That's better, now do you want to serve me?"
"Oh yes, yes please mistress." I was overcome with pleasure.
"Good. Lets get right into it. You are going to be my sex slave and
maid."
I whimpered. "Get undressed sweetie, it transformation time!" She
laughed.
She led me to a bedroom, where there was all sorts of apparel laid out on
the bed. She instructed me to take off all my clothes, fold them nicely
and put them in the corner. I obeyed without question. "No need to bathe
you, I can smell you're clean. Good sissy."
First she picked up a black PVC bra, she instructed me to put my arms out
forward and put my arms through the arm loops. Spinning me round she
fastened the buckle in the back. "We can fill these cups later"
Next came some PVC panties with studs. My boner was really hard having
just had 2 of my major fantasies realised in such a short amount of time
and it was tenting through. "My, my we like this don't we?"
Then came a PVC studded garter belt and some thin fishnet stockings which
she clipped to the belt and rolled up my legs. They felt awesome!
My next item was a black PVC maids' outfit. The skirt part was flared out
and you couldn't see the tenting you could in the panties. She reached
behind me and pulled the zip up to the top before fiddling a little. I
heard a CLICK sound and then "All locked in and secure, sweetie. You'll
have to earn the right to know the combination on the padlock." I was
locked in a dress! She could be a crazy person. Don't panic. It'll be OK,
enjoy it!
"Your new boots won't quite go with this outfit, but these will!" She
produced a pair of black patent leather high heel court shoes but with a
difference: Round the ankle part was a wide leather cuff with 2 loops.
She placed my feet in them and then I realised what the loops were for.
It was to fasten the cuffs closed with 2 small padlocks. "Nearly there
sweetie, just some accessories now!"
I heard some jingling and clinking and saw her come towards me with a
black studded collar. It looked quite wide. "You're a sissy, loud and
proud! No slouching and negative body language with you, you're going to
be trained to be upright and carry yourself with confidence. That's the
job for the posture collar" She fastened the collar around my neck and
again I heard a CLICK, which must have been another padlock fastening.
There were a number of small D rings on the collar and she clipped a lead
to the front ring before yanking on it.
"Down on your knees, Molly!" I obeyed. "Basic position! Arms behind you,
head down and no slouching!" Again I obeyed and was surprised I hadn't
sprayed cum everywhere having all sorts of fantasies realised right then.
She put something round my wrists, leather cuffs with a small link of
chain joining them together. Once secured she came with 2 breast forms
that she filled the cups of the bra with, as promised.
"You are such a good sissy! All bound and dressed for my pleasure. Are
you scared?"
"A little, Mistress Alison."
"Good, you should be -and it will just be mistress you address me as now,
do I make myself clear?!" She yanked the leash again.
"Yes mistress!"
"Good. What do you think you look like, dressed up like this hmm?"
"A sissy, slut maid, mistress. A bit of a dick head."
She laughed a very dirty laugh, but it didn't kill the sexiness out of
her by a long shot.
"Dick head. Yes, now that gives me an idea!"
She yanked on the leash and commanded me to follow her on my knees. The
clicking of her heels sounded so sexy and It was difficult crawling with
my hands bound behind me. We ended up in another room where there was a
nice looking leather sofa. Next to the sofa was a small chest of drawers.
"Kneel there in front of the sofa -basic position!" I did as was told and
she opened one of the drawers and took out what looked like a mass of
leather straps. "Dick head was the right word, sweetie. Now open that
mouth WIDE!" Next thing I know, 3 inches of ribbed rubber shaped like a
cock enter my mouth and there are straps everywhere around my head.
Mistress moves behind me and starts manoeuvring the straps and I can feel
them tightening and the rubber that is in my mouth is secured there.
Coming out what looks like my mouth is 8 inches of rubber also shaped
like a cock. I was well and truly dildo gagged!
Mistress sat herself on the sofa and yanked my leash to remind me who was
boss. "Molly, you probably thought you were going to be lucky and fuck me
tonight. You will be, but not with your cock. Now there is another cock
attached to you that will be going inside me, so make it a good ride." I
began thrusting with my dildo gag and could smell her sex. Using the
leash she dictated my speed and soon she was moaning with pleasure. After
several minutes in this state she climaxed hard. There was a small hole
in the gag to aid breathing, I assume -and I could taste her juices
flowing through, it was delicious. After she stopped convulsing she
gasped "You may look like a dick head, Molly but you don't fuck like one!
Good girl, basic position!"
She left the room, presumably to freshen up. She came back in and
uncuffed my wrists. Picking up the lead again she tugged playfully and
instructed me to follow her on foot. This time 2 sets of heels were
clicking away on her floor as she led me all round her place, before
taking me to what must have been her bedroom. There was a king size in
the middle, with silk sheets. She instructed me to lie down face up in
the middle. She then produced from each corner leather cuffs which were
attached to the underside of the bed. Smiling to each other, I was hoping
it was time for business at my end. Once all my limbs were fastened, she
pulled down my PVC panties and knelt at my feet, between my legs.
Out came a tube of KY jelly and I gasped loudly. "Take it easy sweetie,
Mistress is going to be gentle in opening you. Hmm, maybe you need
hushing. Yep." She put the KY down and opened a bedside drawer and
produced another load of leather straps with a ball attached. She stuffed
the ball in my mouth before buckling all the straps behind my head. I
felt them tighten a little before being loosened and then yanked very
tightly, forcing the ball between my teeth. I couldn't make a sound!
"Mmm, Molly is all quiet now and ready for her treat. She really pleased
mistress with her skills on the dildo gag earlier. A man couldn't do
better with what's between his legs, in my opinion."
She got back into the position between my legs and took hold of my cock
in her hand. On the other hand she poured a generous amount of KY jelly
to 2 fingers and whilst gently stroking my cock, she entered my behind
with her fingers! "Just like a girl, boys have a clit and it normally 2
inches in and 2 inches up, there it is -your gland! Time for a good
milking." I was moaning loud, well loud as I could with this ball gag in!
While she milked my cock she was rubbing my prostate and I was in heaven!
I came buckets and was shaking for about 10 minutes after my orgasm. It
was the best I've ever had. Mistress was holding me and calming me down
"Shh, that's a good girl, that's my sissy maid Molly."
After I calmed down, I was tired -very tired! Mistress cleaned me up with
a damp cloth and then the next surprise came -she put my limp cock
through something cold, then something else cold went round my balls
before another CLICK was heard. Little I could do with my limbs being
secured to the bed and me being absolutely spent after that orgasm.
"You're going to find out all the joys of chastity, Molly. You've been
adorned with a nice titanium chastity device -welcome to the club!
Normally shame would be creeping in now and you would run away -just like
you've always done. Not this time, you will be my slave and maid until I
am done with you. Goodnight Molly, we will discuss your situation further
in the morning."
Was this all a dream?!
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