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"Right Maid, stop admiring yourself and go assume your position," Mistress Thorne orders as she walks in, "This is a professional meeting and I expect perfection from you. You will obey every order from my guest as if it was my own, barring the highly unlikely event that I disagree. Punishment for disobedience or error will be swift and it will be harsh. Do you understand?" "Yeth Mithtreth Thorne," I lisp, curtsying to her, before walking to stand behind her desk, gas lowered, hands loosely clasped in front of me. "Adequate," She says looking me up and down. She's now in a suit, black leather with a red cami-top beneath it, and gorgeous black high boots which almost cover her knee. And her hair is down over her bad eye as usual. "You look and sound like a total sissy slut maid." I.. I'm not sure if that's a compliment.. or something else. And it's so embarrassing, however I do know how to respond, another curtsy and another lisping reply, "Thank you Mithtreth Thorne." She nods, and sits at her desk booting up the computer, whilst her fingers idly tap on the desk, "c'mon..." She mutters under her breath and then finally presses a button on the intercom, "I'm ready now. Send her in." There's a muffled response and Mistress Thorne waves me over.. ah! I need to be ready to open the door. I mince across, my heels loud on the hard floor, and a second after there is a knock on the door I open it and step back. In walks a woman, I can't see her properly with my lowered gaze, just see expensive grey heels, beneath the legs of a pale gray trouser suit, holding a leather leash. On the end is not the sissy I was expecting, but a large dog, a Doberman I think but I'm not sure. Big dogs make me nervous at the best of times, and the look which it gives me makes me even more uncomfortable. After their entrance I quietly close the door then mince back towards my place, my heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. "Wait maid," Mistress Thorne says and I halt in my tracks, "Get me a black coffee, a latte for my guest, and just water for your dog?" "Yes that is acceptable," the woman says, and that voice is familiar, "Good to see you remember me Miss Thorne." "How could I not Miss Quinn? A client of your importance and reputation certainly sticks in the mind. However I note that this is not your usual companion?" "No... I'm having building work done at the mansion, and my dear sweet sissy simply had to stay behind to offer those big sweaty strong men... hmm... comfort breaks?" "Had to stay behind?" Mistress Thorne says, and I bet her eyebrow is raised. Miss Quinn gives a hard little laugh, "Absolutely, what with being chained to the floor and everything. It will do the little slut good, she needs her sissy ass reaming on a regular basis. " I almost drop the spoon at that sound.. seems like Miss Quinn is a force to be reckoned with. And I remember her! She was Miss Blacks guest the other week... w.. when Miss Black h.. had her boot heel up my arse... "Really?" Mistress Thorne's voice sounds mildly amused. "Oh don't give me that look girl," Miss Quinn says, and I'm sure she's waving her hand to dismiss any questions, "You've met my slut... she lives for the humiliation, the degradation, her pool little sissy popsicle will be so desperate to get hard in it's cute little cage. You know your problem Miss Thorne, you still insist on treating these little slut's like real people..." Drinks are ready, and I place them carefully on the silver serving tray and walk over to Miss Quinn. "And they're not, they don't even want to be treated like real people," She takes her drink of the tray, "Isn't that right maid, do you like being treated like a normal person?" "T.. thomtimeth Mith," I reply blushing, trying not to dribble from my slightly numb mouth. "I'd be careful of this one Thorne... that was almost cheek," Miss Quinn says, but her voice sounds more amused than irritated, "Go serve your Mistress, but don't forget the doggy." "Of courthe Mith," I reply, curtsying carefully with the tray, and swishing over.. this should be hard, but Miss Black seems to have trained me well. Miss Thorne takes the drink and I presume takes a sip before responding, "I presume you are here for more than a critique of my personality?" "Still so charmingly... direct Miss Thorne?" Miss Quinn replies, "Did I interrupt something?" "Nothing I can't catch up with later thank you," Mistress Thorne reply as I carefully place the dogs bowl on the floor, trembling as it growls at me. "Reggie! Silence!" Miss Quinn says in a voice that makes my knees buckle. "You'll have your own sissy to play with soon enough." I step nervously away and return the tray to its correct place, again I walk back to return to my place, feeling exposed as the only sound is my footsteps. "I had a very interesting phone call last night..." Miss Quinn says, "From one of your staff." "Really?" Replies Mistress Thorne, her tone even, "And which member of my staff would that be?" Miss Quinn lets out an exaggerated sigh, "Ah well I do find it so hard to remember when my feet are so very stiff..." "Maid, tend to Miss Quinn's feet," Mistress Thorne orders with a slight hand gesture. "At onthe Mithtreth," I reply with yet another curtsy and mince over to kneel before Miss Quinn. Gaze lowered I slide her shoes off her bare feet then start to rub them, caressing them with my soft hands. "Use your tongue slut," Miss Quinn says, her voice casual with a slight hint of menace, and I lean forward to start licking her feet, "Now where was I?" "I believe you were about to inform me that Miss Black had called you last night?" Mistress Thorne replies, and Miss Quinn laughs. "Yes I was... and are you now going to tell me what she said?" Miss Quinn replies. "I probably could," Mistress Thorne says, her voice sounds amused also... I start to suck on Miss Quinn's sweaty toes. "But I would prefer to hear it from you." "I doubt there's any need, but I wish to establish two things," Miss Quinn crosses her legs pulling her foot out of my mouth as she does so, "Firstly, I made an agreement with Miss Black that one of her maids would serve my popsicle for the day, I wish to ensure that whatever happens that deal will be upheld?" "That will not be a problem," Mistress Thorne replies, I wish I could see her expression, but instead I start to lick the slightly salty skin on the top of Miss Quinn's feet... "Secondly, I want first refusal," Miss Quinn says, leaning forwards, my services seem to be forgotten. "First refusal?" Mistress Thorne replies trying to sound innocent, "I'm not sure I understand you." "Oh you do dear, you do," Miss Quinn prods me in the face with her foot, "Go back to your Mistress slut... now where were we?" I don't think she wants me to reply so as quietly as I can I rise to my feet, hampered buy the platform heels and my corset, and step away... there's silence between the two dommes, some sort of battle of wills I suppose... it's almost a relief as Reggie barks, shattering the tension. "Regina! Be silent," Miss Quinn says, and there's a whine from the dog. "You called a male dog, a very male dog Regina?" Mistress Thorne says, sounding amused once more. "I like the name, besides he's going to rule over my sissies... then, maybe I'll sissify him as well..." "Can you sissify a dog?" Mistress Thorne sounds unconvinced. "I don't know.. but it will be interesting to find out," Miss Quinn says, "Can you sissify an overweight female sadist?" Mistress Thorne smiles, "I suspect I probably can... I wonder why that thought popped into your head?" "Oh no reason, save that Miss Black seemed to think she had, how should I say it? Put one over on you?" Miss Quinn chuckles, "And we both know that's not going to happen don't we?" I try and remain still, praying that she's right, and that it will be Miss Black as the permanent maid, and not me... "First refusal then, but only after training has been completed to my satisfaction," Mistress Thorne replies, "I have no idea as yet as to the value of the product mind." "Oh I don't mind about that... we can discuss that at the time," Miss Quinn replies sounding satisfied, "But do be sure you aren't too gentle on her..." "I am sure I will remain as professional as ever," Miss Thorne replies, "And thank you for your interest." "I continue to watch your career progression with interest my dear, I think you will go far... but do be careful," She chuckles, "I'd hate for you to.. become too interested in a sissy, and end up like me." "What finally happened to your husband?" Mistress replies and gestures to me, "Maid.. Miss Quinn's shoes?" "Yeth Mithtreth, thorry Mithtreth," I say scurrying over to place Miss Quinn's shoes back on her feet. "Oh I don't know.. he's somewhere in the middle east I think. Some Arab leader wanted a white sissy slave as part of a business deal, so it was an easy trade." I slip her shoes onto her feet and shift back as she rises, flinching as the dog rises too. "Don't you think that was a bit... harsh?" Mistress Thorne says, as she guides Miss Quinn to the door. They stop in the door way, and Miss Quinn replies, "Well it's his own fault for letting his sissy ass get fucked by the pool boy without permission... these sissies are all such cock-whores" "Perhaps," Mistress Thorne says and I'm sure she glances at me, "But I tend to find more variety than that." "You'll see I'm right dear, now enjoy the rest of your day." And with that Miss Quinn is gone, and Mistress Thorne is striding back into the room. I hurry back into my place, and wait for instructions. I'm not expecting what she says. "Happy with the position maid?" I nod, "Can you see my computer screen clearly?" I nod again, "Perfect... I'd like you to witness what we do to.. log a new... sissy onto our system, ready for training..." "Yeth Mithtreth, thank you Mithtreth," I reply, and I think she's smiling as she presses on the intercom. "My next visitor? Hmm there's two of them? Well send them both in," Mistress Thorne leans back from the intercom, "This was not the plan... be careful maid. And no, this time don't open the door." I remain behind her, gaze lowered, in my maid pose, wondering just who this is.. and what's happening that's not part of her plan? There's a timid knock at the door, and Mistress Thorne begins to speak, "Ent..." then I hear the door swing open and an uncomfortably familiar voice boom out, "No need to be so timid Jamie, I'm sure Miss Thorne doesn't want you dawdling around all day..." "Hello James.. and Master William. This is something of a surprise," Mistress responds her voice cool. Master William seems unperturbed. "Well I couldn't let little Jamie come to this place all alone and besides... I thought I could make this more exciting for him." "Did you?" Mistress replies, her tone still dry. "Go on Jamie.. tell her." "M.. master William s.. suggested that in.. instead of me entering t.. the programme myself, he.. he would t..take the position of My owner, and t.. take control Mistress." "You see.. with a little sissy like my dear friend Jamie, the key is submitting, giving up control." Master William sounds like he is enjoying this far too much. "And what better way to do that than at the very start." "I see," Mistress Thorne replies, "Well even so, the formalities do have to be followed. I presume your intention is to get the paperwork, as it were, all sorted now.. and then have the actual transformation start later?" "That sounds like a good idea..." "I am asking James, Master William. I would prefer it if you wouldn't interrupt," Mistress Thorne says in a cold tone, and I'm waiting for some reaction from William, but nothing comes... but I bet he's got a smug smile on his face. "Well James?" "I.. I'd like to do that please Mistress Thorne." James voice comes in at barely more than a whisper, Mistress asks James the questions and enters the information, typing carefully. I know she's positioned me to be able to see the screen and so I make sure I watch the information being entered. T.. the form is similar to the one I signed when I came in.. I shudder at the I or V box, Involuntary or Voluntary transformation.. the thought makes me quake. What terrifies me even more is the amount James is leaving to sponsors choice... just what's going on between him and Master William... how could you sign up to something like this with no ideal of how you're going to turn out? The fact that when Williams name is typed in the client box, the whole thing auto-populates is no surprise. What is a surprise is the two options senior and junior, shit it seems like his father uses this place as well... "And you're sure you want to sign yourself as the property of Master William?" Mistress Thorne asks, her tone close to neutral. But.. I can sense she's trying somehow to give James some control of his fate. "Of course you do don't you Jamie?" Master William says, and I risk a glance up to see him rest one hand on the smaller man's shoulder, who nods trembling slightly. "How about, Master William, you help my maid prepare the drinks, whilst I finish this discussion with James in private?" Mistress Thorne says and it makes me flinch. "I'll have black coffee, and James will have?" Part A: Client Name: James Richard Taylor Clients Sex M Clients New Name Sponsors Choice Clients new Sex SM Choice (I or V) I Sponsored Y/N Y Part B * Clients Current Key Features: Eyes: Blue Body Shape: Slim Hair Short, straight 'Mousey' Height* 5'8" Ethnicity Caucasian Skin colour/Tone Even, moderate tan Penis Size (if applicable) 6" (Thin) Clients Requested Key Features: Eyes: SC Body Shape SC Hair SC Height * SC Ethnicity: SC Skin color/tone SC Penis Size (if applicable) SC Cup Size: SC Waist Size: SC Hip Size SC *Height cannot be reduced / increased by more than 10% of the original height. Please be aware of the potential risks involved as per scheduled medical notes (Please note if sponsored all requested features can be altered by the client to SC, 'sponsors choice' in which case the client agrees to transmit all choice on those features to the named sponsor) Please tick if any of the following customisations are required: Heightened Sexual Sensitivity: Decreased Pain Threshold: Increased Pain Threshold: Anal Tightening: Reduced Physical Strength Enforced Chastity Part C: If sponsored Please note the sponsors details below. If client is not sponsored please go directly to Part D (data from sponsors already registered will pre-populate) Sponsor's Name Sponsors Confidential Reference number Sponsors Sex Sponsors Relationship with Client Does the Client consent to the Sponsor having the right to claim ownership of the client, and therefore the client accepts they forfeit all rights (as listed in appendix Ai to Axvii) with legal exclusions (as per appendix Bi - Biii) and therefore to become, with regards to the company the property of their sponsor: (Signature)................................. Witness 1: {Print Name} Witness 2: {Print Name} Signature:............................. Signature:........................................ 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(As per support materials and Appendix Ci - Cix the company retains the right to push these limits under controlled circumstances) (Please See attached sheets for Self Funding clients and the 'Work for Transformation agreement' and the full Payment options available) "A.. a chocolate milkshake?" he asks in a trembling voice... his gaze flicking to his soon to be dominant. "Good choice," Master William says with a grin, "A perfect sissy drink, I'll have a coffee as well." "Yeth thir'th, Mithtreth," I lisp, with a curtsy, and walk to the drinks area, uncomfortably aware Mistress Thorne has given Master William the permission.. the invitation to join me there. I fill the filter machine and set it running, as Master William comes up behind me, straight away lifting up my layers of skirts and resting his hand on my arse. I feel his hand trace the steel chastity belt, confirming my cock is locked away... "Hmm... a chaste maid. How lovely, just how it should be?" He says, his hand moving to caress my arse. "Yeth Mathter," I reply, praying he doesn't recognise me. It would make an already unpleasant situation even worse. I focus on my task, even as he starts to slap and pinch my arse... I'm halfway through preparing the milkshake when he tugs my panties to one side, then feel his hand over my mouth. I've no chance to do anything but squeal into his hand as I feel his other thumb pushed into my arse. "Hmm... still tight. I bet you'd like me to do something about that slut? I bet you'd like my fat cock in there stretching you out?" he asks removing his hand from my mouth. Err.. what to say, what to say? I'm a maid, I stop thinking and let my training take over, "Yeth thir, thank you thir." "Hmm... you sound like an eager slut, but I sense some hesitation..." He twists his thumb in my arse. "And maids shouldn't have second thoughts should they? Hell I'm not sure they should have first thoughts..." He slaps my arse again, then pulls his thumb out, and pauses, probably to gauge my response. I.. I just continue with my maid job, placing the two cups of hot coffee and the milkshake on a tray. Obedience.. it's the key to being a maid. Don't think just follow out orders. However that isn't interesting enough for Master William, He kicks my leg making my knee buckle, then grabs me by the back of the neck, and slowly forces me forwards, bending at the hip, until my face is just an inch away from the steaming coffee... Part of me wonders if this will melt the plastic sprayed on my face, the rest of me realises this is going to hurt, I push back, but he's much too strong for me, "Resisting maid? Not very well trained are we? Maids submit!" With that he shoves me forwards, off balance so my body crashes into the all the drinks on the counter... hot coffee misses my face, thank god, but soaks through the thin material of my uniform.. I can feel it start to scald. "What the fuck is going on here!" Mistress Thorne's voice booms out, "Maid stand up this instant." "Fucking lazy bitch must have slipped," Says Master William stepping away from me. I stand upright turning to face Mistress Thorne, trying to remain in pose, trembling slightly "Honestly, I can't leave you for a moment to do your damn job ! You fucking stupid slut!" And with that she grabs the pitcher of ice water, always ready on the serving counter and pours it all over me. I'm sure I look like a drowned rat but at least it stops the scalding. I can sense Mistress Thorne is fuming at Master William, but.. she must accept, or pretend to accept his version of events. He meanwhile is smiling sweetly at me, "Oh dear.. well Miss Thorne, had you finished with my friend?" "Yes, James is ready to leave, everything signed sealed and delivered," Mistress replies, "Now if the two of you will leave me to discipline my maid?" Master William holds out his hand and Mistress takes it. I can tell by the set of his shoulder that he's squeezing, trying to hurt her. "A pleasure meeting you Miss Thorne." "And the same to you," She replies holding his gaze. I can see him squeeze harder, "Oh.. sorry do wash your hands, your slut of a maid pushed her nasty little ass onto my thumb earlier." "It seems my slutty maid has been incredibly clumsy today," Mistress Thorne replies, her voice still calm and steady, "Now if you will excuse me, I need to ensure she's screaming her apologies?" Her gaze flicks down to their clasped hands and he grins and releases hers, "Of course, I must not distract you from your valuable work. I do hope you don't have any problems with your whip hand." "None at all thank you Master William, maid show the clients and his sponsor out." "Yeth Mithtreth," I lisp, and mince to the door, feeling the wet uniform rub against my body, hearing the two men walking behind me. I carefully open the door, and they walk past me, Master William chuckling. After they have left I shut the door and look over at Mistress Thorne. "Have they gone maid?" "Yeth Mithreth I can hear them walking down the corridor." "Finally!" She says and massages the hand he'd gripped before shoving it in the ice bucket on the drinks cabinet. "Shit that asshole gives sadists a bad name!" "Are you okay Mithtreth?" I ask walking over, unsure if I'm still supposed to be in maid mode or not. "I will be fine Angel. And I will make that asshole pay for what he just did to you.. now I want you to strip," She wriggles her fingers in the ice bucket, "I will assist you in a moment or two." "Yeth Mithtreth!" I reply already starting to remove the uncomfortable outfit. The maid cap and wig go first, followed by the ridiculous cuffs.. then I unfasten and slip out of my shoes. I must be a slut, because I do like those shoes... The fishnets come off, and the panties, and then I ease myself out of the ruined dress. I hope Mistress wont punish me for that... "Wash your face," Mistress says, pulling her hand out of the ice bucket and flexing it, "Then I will assist with the corset and chastity." "Yeth Mithtress," I reply, feeling the lisp start to ease as I start to wipe the make up off my face, feeling the heavy pale foundation come away in big smears. "I'll accept it if it's not perfect you'll be having a shower shortly," Mistress says, walking over, "It seems today is your day for getting drenched." "Yes Mithtreth," I reply blushing turning to give her access to the laces of my corset, feeling the mix of relief and... discomfort as its rigid embrace is removed. Finally the ritual of the key and the chastity belt... and I'm completely naked in front of her, feeling very exposed... she looks me up and down and seems pleased. "Right.. a little game. We are going to the spa, a little treat for helping me out, on the way there..." She moves over to her desk and leans down opening a drawer, "You can wear either a bra, panties or heels, I'm holding one of those options in my hand now.. if I guess right, I get to tie a string around your sissy cock and lead you to the spa by it, deal?" "Y.. yes Mithtreth Thorne," I stammer, blushing, excited.. and pretty certain what she'll have picked, which is want I want her to have picked. Part of me wants to be different just.. because, but, no there really only is once choice for someone like me, right? "The heels Mithtress." She brings out a pair of heels, 3" platforms with 6" heels on top of that in clear plastic. They're open toed with clear straps and I try not to accept them too greedily, but... she knows. "Well then slut, get dressed for me..." She says grinning, and I walk over to take them, turning as I place them on the floor so that when I step into them and bend over to do up the straps she gets the best view of my arse... "My my.. I so want to plug that slutty little hole, and slap that nasty little ball sack..." My hands start to shake as she says that, making it hard to do up the straps and when I stand I'm blushing brightly. Mistress is behind me pressing her body against my naked back, I can feel her breasts thorough her blouse, her legs through her skirt, and her hands as they reach around to start to gently tug on my cock. It... it doesn't need much encouragement to start to stiffen and I groan as I feel her skilled hands carefully tie a little noose around the base. "Hands behind your back my bitch," She says pulling back a bit, and not giving me a chance to comply, pulls my hands behind my back and looks a rubber band around them twice, "We don't want you covering up anything do we bitch?" "Oh.. no Mistress," I whimper, the way she says bitch, it's like other people say honey, or lover. And the way that minutes after an.. unpleasant encounter I'm hers again. "Come on then sissy, heel!" She says walking around me, holding onto a length of string. It's about 4' in length so I don't have to be that close to her, but.. it's going to hurt if I lag behind. She walks fast though, and I follow, hips swaying in my hooker heels, breasts bouncing as I walk. I'm glad they're perky, obviously, and that they're not too big... it's embarrassing in the corridors, even though there's not many people. I do gather a lot of attention... appreciative attention. A couple of passing supervisors stop to greet Mistress Thorne, and comment on her pretty sissy. I lower my head so my copper hair covers my face, not that it will stop people recognising me, but it makes me feel a little better. Mistress pauses for a moment before the doors leading to the pony ranch, but thinks better of it... And so, eventually we reach the spa, and I'm unfastened and given a swimming costume to wear before being shoved into the sissy's changing rooms. I examine the costume, embarrassed, it's a very pale blue, one piece but with so many cut-outs it's showing a hell of a lot of flesh. Also, there's a little rubber pocket in the crotch to hold a penis, my penis, so it's obvious that, well it's there. After I've figured out the costume, and dressed, I step out into the spa room to see Mistress Thorne lounging against the wall in a tight black bikini, showing off her toned physique. "Well come on then bitch, time for a shower and some jacuzzi time?" "Oh yes Mistress," I reply blushing and we walk through the showers, a cold one for sissy's and a warm one for domme's, naturally and then step down to sink into the deep hot water of the spa, she lies down and there's a place for me beside her, able to rest my head on her chest, relaxing, letting her stroke my hair... I remember how very tired I am, and I.. I slowly drift off to sleep, resting on my Mistress's chest, listening to her heart beat... I wake up to a very pleasant sensation in my crotch, and I open my eyes to find myself still in the warm water. Mistress Thorne's hand is caressing my cock in it's little pocket, and it's slowly stiffening. "Welcome back slut," She says chuckling slightly, "You lied to me!" "L.. lied Mistress?" I stammer, trying to think how this might have happened. "You don't have to be in bondage to sleep, you naughty little bitch," She says continuing to massage my crotch, "What a bad bad sissy girl you are..." "B.. but Mistress..." I try and explain myself, but she pulls my hair, tilting my head back and leans into kiss me. After long kiss, that makes me fully stiff, and pantingly horny she pulls back, "A very very bad slut... aren't you?" "I.. if you say so Mistress," I stammer. "Oh you know you can do better than that.. I want you to show me what you need, and tell me what you are..." Her hand slips from my cock and she releases my hair. "Tempt me my bitch.." I slowly get up and move to the deeper part of the pool, standing on tip toes my arse is out of the water and I bend over ninety degree's so my arse is pointing to her, and my body is resting on the side of the pool. It's a happy accident that a water jet is now spraying directly into my crotch... oh yes that feels good... I spread my legs a little, still on tip toes, and turn my head so I'm looking at her, wiggling my arse a little, "Oh p.. please Mistress Thorne, I... I'm such a bad bad sissy bitch, I.. I d... don't know anyone who can m.. make me behave except you Mistress Thorne. I need you to punish me like the dirty little sissy cunt that I am..." I was planning on saying more, but she's up and behind me before I've finished. She grabs my wet hair to pull my head back and smacks my arse, hard, "Count and thank me you dirty bitch!" "One, a dirty bitch thanks you Mistress Thorne," I squeal, and she hits me and again, I think it's a sobbing thirty five or so that she stops and still pulling my hair starts to jerk my throbbing cock hard... "You are such a fucking pain slut bitch!" She snarls, pulling my hair, "No.. don't speak, just keep on groaning like the horny little sissy you are.. my word how hard is this thing? Bitch must really like the things I do to her, to get this hard... dirty dirty girl..." I'm shuddering, moaning, and.. with a gasping cry I start to cum, my body tense and shuddering, mouth open, gasping for air, she continues to pump and tug at my hair, until all the cum has been milked from me, and I collapse into the side of the spa... I can't speak for a moment, as I gasp for breath, and Mistress is caressing me now, softly stroking my abused arse, kissing my ear... "D.. does this make me yours now Mistress?" I ask when I can finally talk. "Oh Angel, you must remember the rules? A clever girl like you?" She says whispering in my ear. "A sissy once joining the company without a sponsor is unowned. For the first month of her employment she can be used by any of the staff, within the stipulated limits, and with staff ranking indicating priority. The sissy cannot, for example.. be locked in permanent chastity until the end of this period," I'm picturing the words, remembering them now, as I read them so carefully when I signed the contract, "The sissy cannot be claimed by a member of staff until this one month period is up. Please note there is nothing to prevent the staff convincing the sissy that they are owned before the end of this period, but the contract is not binding unless it is agreed after the probation..." "I knew you were special," Mistress Thorne says with a grin. "Did you memorise the whole thing?" "Pretty much," I say blushing, "I.. I knew this was a big step..." "Especially when you decided to join the company rather than paying off your debt?" Mistress Thorne whispers... "Y.. yes Mistress.. I.. I wanted to find someone like.. you..." I stammer, "I wondered why you still let Mistress Divine and others play with me..." "I can't stop them..." Mistress says. "And I shouldn't anyway.. who knows you might decide that being Divine's lacey little bitch is better th "W.. what about Miss Black?" I say as the thought occurs to me, "This whole maid thing... I'm safe anyway right?" Mistress sighs, "No sissy, a maid contract is different... she can hold you to that. She can't actually sell you on until after the month has gone, but..." That does not make me feel better, I start to ask a question, but she places her hand, gently but firmly over my mouth. "No more questions... now if you're quite recovered, I have a little present for you..." I murmur as she gently strokes my poor arse, then removes her hands, "A present Mistress?" "Of course. For being such a good, or do I mean bad? Sissy slut for me this weekend. Now come along and get that costume off..." "Yes Mistress," I reply, reluctantly walking out of the water and towards the changing room I came in by. "Not that way you silly slut," Mistress says leaving the pool and pointing to another door, "That one, have a good shower and walk out the other side, I'll join you when you've been dressed."