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Be quick? I can barely stand! But I hear her walking across the room to
one of the doors... a she has a wash room! But why couldn't I use it? Why
did she make me pee like she did? Humiliation? To remind me of my place?
I don't know, and as I force myself upright and look at the cum smeared
paperwork on her desk, realise that cleaning this will be harder than I
thought.
Panties still at half mast, I tidy up the clean paperwork where I can,
straightening those sheets rumpled by my last adventure, and carefully
wiping clean the papers with only a tiny bit of cum on them, before
looking at the remaining few with my sticky cum all over them.
"Clean it off with your hands," Mistress Thorne says, and I look up to
see her standing in the doorway, wiping her hands with a towel. "And you
can re-type them before you leave. You've got about an hour before maid
training..."
I nod and she grins. "Keep the gag in dear, it suits you, though watch
out for drool on the papers.. on and straighten up your clothes, you look
like a cheap slut."
I curtsy and finally pull up my panties, over my limp but sticky cock,
before pulling my tiny skirt down as far as it will go.
"Hmm.. we could probably take another inch of that couldn't we?" She
says, grinning and I blanch, you'd definitely be able to see my panties
all the time then.
I still nod though, if she wants that, then... I look around the desk and
sure enough there are a pair of scissors. I take them and offer them to
her handle first. She laughs out loud, "Oh my dear Bitch! You are a
wonderfully little slut aren't you, and since you ask so nicely, give
then here."
I hand her the scissors and she kneels down, cutting a very even line
around the skirt. I'm impressed by her precision, I'm also blushing
furiously as even before she's finished I know a tiny bit of red pantie
is showing beneath the skirt.
"Perfect. Now.. clean it up my little whore."
I curtsy and start to wipe the sticky cum of the paper work, all too
aware of the smell, and flushing when the strand of drool from my gag
drips onto them... When they are as clean as they can be she allows me to
sit at her desk and type them out again. I shiver thinking of both myself
and Cherry, and... lord knows how many others kneeling under this desk..
or hidden within it.
I notice, as I type, a folder for the school work, I don't touch it of
course, though I notice it's flashing. I guess she's got an email. I wish
I dared look, but she's leaning casually against the wall, watching me
and grinning instead.
When I'm finished I stand up and curtsey, and she smiles walking up to me
and kissing me on the gag before unbuckling it and easing it out of my
mouth. "Now my darling little bitch give me a kiss."
"Of course Mistress Thorne," I say, my jaw stiff, as I step into her
embrace. She says give her a kiss but the kiss is given by her,
controlling me in her arms.
When she releases me and I stand before her again, breathless she smiles,
"Now.. kiss my shoes dear."
"Yes Mistress," I reply bobbing a curtsey before sinking to my hands and
knees and planting a loving kiss on each of her shoes before standing
again.
"Now time to go... run along," She says looking at the clock, "Hmm.. and
I suppose I shall have to run along too. I wouldn't want to be too late
for tonight. Just think... every second later I am, is another second
Black will be tormenting you."
She walks over to her computer and closes it down still grinning, "So..
what do you think? And hour late? Two maybe?"
I go white again, her teasing makes me nervous because I totally believe
she'll go through with her threat. I manage to stammer out, "W.. what
ever you think best Mistress Thorne."
She chuckles again, walking back to me and placing one hand firmly on my
shoulder. "Don't worry too much my little bitch. I intend for you to be
mine, not hers."
And with her other hand she slaps me across the face, leaving my cheek
aching, "Now go, and be the best maid you can be... and hope it's not for
the rest of your life!"
"Y.. yes Mistress Thorne, thank you Mistress Thorne," I whimper and hurry
out through the indicated door.
It's a maze of corridors, and it takes me a little while to find my
bearings, but soon I'm on the right track, thankful for Mistress Thorne's
class and its guide to the building. I'm also very aware of the eager
looks on a lot of the guards, thanks no doubt to my modified skirt.
No time to go to my room, so I scurry straight to the maid's changing
room, with Miss Black already there waiting for me, crop in hand, I
curtsy before her and she smiles.. sort of. The curl up of the corner of
her mouth is more of a sneer, which strengthens as she sees the length of
my skirt. "Well well it's the little red whore I wanted, ready to be
turned into a proper little sissy maid for ever. No more tight slut's
skirt for you bitch. Strip!"
"Yes Miss Black," I say, with another curtsy and hurriedly begin to
unbutton my blouse, fingers fumbling with nerves. I even fumble with my
bra strap, and instead of looking amused, Miss Black looks even angrier.
Finally I'm stood in front of her in locked on heels and corset,
stockings slumped around my ankles. "I.. I can't take these off Miss
Black."
"Dumb sissy. Maybe you shouldn't become a nice dark haired maid, sounds
like you should have become a blonde bimbo. Don't worry about the corset,
I'll tighten that for you. The shoes.. there's the device to unlock
them."
She indicates it lying on the floor and I bend over to use it, only to
feel the stinging pain of her crop on my arse in half a dozen frenzied
strokes, that nearly make me topple forwards. My eyes fill with tears as
I hurriedly unlock the shoes and take them, and peel the stockings off.
"Lazy slut! When you're a maid permanently that won't be allowed," Miss
Black says swinging the crop at me again, and this time catching me
across the arm. She turns to the other maids, who are all filing in and
starting to strip. "And all of you, stop when you are naked. Full body
paint today sissies."
And then she grabs my shoulder and spins me around unfastening the laces
of my corset and yanking it loose. I gasp as she leans in close, and one
hand grabs my ball sack, tugging it firmly, "This way you'll all look
alike, no matter what tricks your one eyed saviour may have, she won't
know which is you Missy..."
And then she gives my balls a squeeze, twisting then yanking them making
me squeal silently, as no sound will come out. "Hmm.. maybe with your
chastity I'll find a way to leave these things dangling about... won't
that be fun!"
"y.. yes M..miss Black..." I whimper, gasping for breath, then squealing
as she squeezes again.
"Go stand by the wall bitch," she orders and I take my place.
Two of the others are already there, and a third joins us shortly
afterwards. The last one, I guess Mandy's replacement is significantly
later, which would normally earn her a severe punishment, but Miss Black
has other things on her mind right now.. it's so unfair...
"What a fine bunch of butch men we have here," Miss Black grins, enjoying
her self. "Why.. I'm tempted to ask one of you studs for a date."
"Wha..." the new maid begins to speak, only for Miss Black to step up and
slap her sharply across her face.
"No speaking unless spoken to you stupid little slut boy," She hisses.
"Now.. put these caps on over your hair and lets start turning nasty
secretary whores into good chaste little maids!"
She indicates a pile of skin coloured latex, and we reach over and grab
one each, carefully tucking our hair beneath it. It's really really
tight, and I guess I'm going to get a headache from it, but.. no tugging
the wig off to show my real hair colour. But it's okay.. Mistress Thorne
can recognise me.. can't she?
The next bit is more worrying and just for me, two latex breasts to fit
over mine, changing my C-cup to at least a double D, probably more. She
is trying to disguise me! And these things are heavy.. and quite
realistic. The skin colour doesn't quite match but... I realise that
that's not going to make a difference.
"Now, line up for spraying!" Miss Black commands and soon were are all
standing in a line, given the order to close our eyes, and slowly rotate
whilst the cold spray-anti-tan is coated on us. We turn four times, with
arms up and down, then left to stand freezing whilst it sets. As I force
my eyes open it feels almost like I'm coated in latex and when I glance
to either side, I realise that to an extent we are.
Next comes the chastities, metal belts to completely hide all trace of
our cocks this time and with a small, spiked dildo that slips
unpleasantly into our arses. The belt clicks on me with a worrying sense
of finality, and my nervousness increases. Next, make-up, which we daub
on each other. Heavy blue eye-shadow, red cheeks, ruby lips, and then the
brown contact lenses to restrict our vision. Then the heavy, very heavy
false eyelashes and we're made to stand in a line once again, looking
like a set of giant rubber dollies.
"Good... now corsets. Missy first, come forward."
"Yes Miss Black," I respond, thinking that this is a bad idea.. did we
have to go through this to win that bet and save Maddy? But.. without me
suffering, Mistress Thorne wouldn't enjoy it so much...
"Arms up and grip the bar," Miss Black orders, and I do as told grabbing
the bar just above my head. She buckles my wrists to it then raises it
up, so I'm standing on tip toes. "Let's get that figure sorted slut!"
A new corset is fitted around my body, tight black satin, and then she
begins to tighten it. She's quite strong and intent on making this as
uncomfortable as possible, I'm sure the laces should be breaking with the
strain she puts on them and I'm groaning in pain and struggling for
breath as she finally seems satisfied.
"Now start to get dressed Miss, I want to see you ready before the
others," Miss Black commands, lowering and unbuckling my wrists. "And
extra punishment if you're not ready in time."
"Y.. yes Miss Black!" I squeak and carefully make my way to my uniform.
Shit this is going to be hard, I was feeling light headed before, now...
I can barely breath let alone think.
Completely unable to bend below my hips, I struggle with the fishnet
stockings, but.. I've been in similar positions enough time to manage.
All this treatment is good for something I guess...
Attaching the stockings to the suspenders dangling from the corset is
harder, and I have to pause to get my breath, but again.. I can do
that... and slip into the ruffled panties tug them up over the suspenders
and the steel belt. The dress goes on over my head, tight over my
shoulders, as it goes on, but baggy around the waist. I'm sure that will
get sorted soon though... I step into the layers of petticoats, bending
at the knees to reach them to pull them up. Nearly finished I slip on the
black bob wig, the little maid 'cap' and the stupid unattached cuffs,
before looking at the final challenge.
The shoes are very high, w.. which I can deal with, and step into, but
the ankle straps! How am I going to fasten them? I lower myself bending
at hips and knees balancing precariously as I reach over to do the
straps. The corset hurts! And I can't see what I'm doing and when I
stand, short of breath and flushed from the effort, Miss Black is waiting
idly twisting the end of the crop in her hand.
"Very tardy Missy, very very tardy. And your dress is loose! I am very
disappointed..," She pauses and smiles, "No.. no I'm not am I Missy? I'm
that other thing... what is it now?"
"S.. satisfied Miss?" I manage, feeling faint and she grins widely.
"Yes, very satisfied. Bend over and grab your ankles."
"Yes Miss Black," I say and carefully bend at my hips, back forced
straight, my hands stretching for my ankles. I can't make it, so she
walks over and pushes down with her weight on the middle of my back
and... I squeal, but my hands grip my ankles....
The position is unpleasant enough, but then the spanking starts, my ass
already exposed by the flaring of the skirts, and I count for her as blow
after blow lands in rapid succession. Eventually she stops, more because
of time that any desire to, and I awkwardly straighten. She laces up the
waist of the dress to match the shape forced on my buy the corset then
look me up and down.
"Excellent. Look in the mirror Maid," She orders and I look... the
reflection is blurred because of the contacts.. but it doesn't look like
me. The breasts are way too large, and effect magnified by the tiny
waist, "That's what you'll look like all the time in future."
"Yes Miss Black," I reply meekly, my voice catching.
"Hmm.. but not yet done," she says. "Maids line up, mouths open. You know
what's next."
I totter into place and... stand in line as she sprays into our mouths.
The spray is longer this time and tastes stronger... oh shit, this won't
just make me lisp, it's going to make talking impossible. And then so as
what even noise I do make won't distinguish me, she puts a large ball gag
in each of our mouths before stepping back to survey her handiwork.
"Oh yes.. very nice, now follow me girls, we have some special guests
tonight. Best behaviour!" And with that she marches in and we mince after
her in a little line. The room is set out with a row of four chairs, a
large crate, and... well nothing much else.
Miss Black leads us down the line of chairs, indicating we should curtsey
before each of them in turn. Even with my clouded vision I can recognise
them, the first three in their smart supervisors uniforms, Miss Artemis,
Miss Cleo, Miss Myumi and finally, in a flouncy violet dress, Lenore. I
sort of forgot she's still technically a supervisor.
When we're finished, Miss Black grins. "Oh and Thorne is here as well."
We all look over and curtsy at a figure standing leaning against the far
corner. My heart flips a little , hoping that she'll recognise me, but
all she does is give a casual wave of acknowledgement, not even bothering
to register Miss Blacks deliberate slur.
"Why don't you tell them why we're here?" Mistress Thorne says, sounding
slightly amused as.. she so often does.
"Really?" Miss Black says. "Very well. Maids, Thorne and I have had a
little wager. The fate of one of you depends on it. If I win, that maid
is mine for ever, or let us be honest now, until I get bored," She gives
a little giggle, "I will make that maid love me and my cruelty before
dumping her in the strongest way possible."
"Was that last comment really necessary?" Mistress Thorne asks, sounding
bored now.
"Oh yes.. let's be honest with all of this," Miss Black says, before
turning back to us. "Now... the bet was..."
"Oh come now. You've forgotten what happens if you loose," Mistress
Thorne drawls.
"Right," Miss Black snaps, "If I loose, I become a maid like all of you.
But that is not going to happen. Because the bet is that the maid who
made the bet has to get maid Maddy's wife to take that pathetic remnant
of a man back, rather than letting me sell her off to some very nasty men
from Mexico. I hear they're very big in the drugs trade."
We all gasp, though the supervisors, and Mistress Thorne all remain calm.
But.. my trembling legs remind me of the high stakes this little wager is
for. Oh please.. Mistress Thorne I love you.. don't let me down...
"Right then," Mistress Thorne says pushing herself off the wall and
walking over to us. "Let's get started. Maid Missy step forwards."
I step forwards, but then realise to my horror all the others do. I swear
Miss Black is grinning, but Mistress Thorne still remains calm, "Oh dear,
now I know only one of you is actually maid Missy, which means the rest
of you are lying to a manager. That is a very serious offence for sissy
maids such as yourselves, so if you wish to avoid punishment from me, all
those of you who are not Missy take a step back now."
Non of them move.. I consider stepping back, but... no Mistress Thorne
will have a plan. I'm sure she does, she'll know which is me.
"I should point out," Mistress Thorne says with a wave of her hand, "The
other ladies present here are to ensure fair play and the bet is carried
out under the agreed terms, to the letter. Also I would like to point out
I do not give second chances."
She steps up to the maid on the far right and grips her nipples through
the thin black fabric of her dress and twists, she screams into her gag
and Mistress nods' "Miss Cleo needs a footstool, take care of that."
The maid curtsiews and hurries off, I can see her lowering herself as
Mistress Thorne moves to the next girl and repeats the process, eliciting
another gagged groan of pain. "I noticed a speck of dirt on Miss
Artemis's boot. Remove it and remain at her feet."
The maid curtseys again and Mistress Thorne comes opposite me... and
walks straight past to the next girl. She repeats the procedure, sending
the maids to the supervisors until it's just me. She reaches out one hand
to cup my cheek softly. "Hello maid Missy."
I blush, though it won't be visible through the heavy make up, and slowly
curtsy before her. Mistress Thorne turns her head to see Miss Black.
"Nice try, but did you honestly expect me not to know her?"
Miss Black looks shocked, but then grins. "Ah.. so you know who she is?"
Mistress nods turning back to me, "Oh yes.. it's my little ginger bitch.
You should have said earlier, I'd have given her to you. She was all
packed up and ready to go, but no.. you asked for the red one..."
Miss Black seems, as far as I can tell, taken aback. "Well then.. you
know what you'll be losing, your most favourite slut."
"Perhaps," Mistress Thorne says. "Where is the subject of our bet? We do
rather need Maid Maddy here to see if her wife will come at the eleventh
hour and claim her."
Miss Black walks over to the crate and lifts the lid. "There you go, do
you really need me to go to the bother of unpacking it?"
"I rather think I do Miss Black."
Miss Black sneers, then kneels, stretching her already over tight dress
and unbuckling some straps, before reaching in and pulling Maddy out of
it.
Shit she looks bad, at least slightly drugged, her maid uniform torn so
badly one breast is exposed, showing the damage to the nipple. Her face
looks bruised, her make up torn, and there's a little blood dripping from
the corner of her mouth. I.. I'm certain the rest of her is in a similar
condition. There's a big gag in her mouth, and her arms are bound, but
her legs are free and Miss Black releases her to let her stand, though
she staggers the first couple of steps.
"Really Black?" Mistress Thorne says. "Bet or no bet, that is against all
the rules. There are limits to how badly even the most pain hungry slut
can be treated."
"Are there?" Miss Black replies. "Come now.. I bear the little whore no
malice. She's just a demonstration for your precious little Angel. Hours
and hours of video to watch, just so she knows that what is going to
happen to her will be worse."
"That is against company rules," Artemis comments, "Miss Thorne is
correct. This is a disciplinary hearing at the very least. Shall I call
security?"
Mistress Thorne holds up her hand. "No... if I win, then it makes no
odds. Miss Black is my creature then. If she wins, she's joining Ravens
team, and Raven will do what she will..."
"She always does," Miss Cleo comments, stretching out her feet resting on
a maids back.
"So.. where is Maddy's precious wife then?" Miss Black asks, though I can
tell from her voice she is a little shaken. "Or should I just claim my
prize now?"
"Prize? No.. not just yet. Amelia if you could just step in please?"
Mistress Thorne says, and the door opens. Maddy stiffens and I gasp
around my gag.
Amelia is dressed a little differently than I expected. Her slim body is
constrained within a latex catsuit which leaves nothing but her skin
colour to the imagination, and her hair is held in a long ponytail to the
side. She walks in to stand beside Mistress Thorne and places one hand on
her hip.
"So.. that's my husband is it?"
"It would appear so Amelia darling," Mistress Thorne says. "Do please
decide if you wish to keep him. It would appear he is rather... damaged
goods right now."
I quiver, what is she playing at? No.. Amelia must take Maddy back, she
must, she must!
"Really?" She says walking towards Maddy. "I married this?"
"Oh yes.. this weak whore used to be your husband. Just let go of that
and we'll get him out of your life for ever," Miss Black gloats.
"Out of my life for ever?" Amelia says thoughtfully, "I had honestly
thought he already was.. I suppose I could get a replacement."
"Oh yes... you could get yourself a real man..." Miss Black suggests
gloating.
"A real man?" Amelia says thoughtfully, sauntering over to Maddy, Miss
Black moving out of the way to let her, "What do you think of that maid?
Should I get a real man?"
She reaches out and rests the back of her hand against Maddy's cheek, who
flinches, cringing from the touch, and then nods.
"Do you know how much you hurt me Maddison?" she says softly rubbing her
hand against Maddy's trembling cheek. "How much it hurt me to find my
husband, dressed in my lingerie, having sex with a 'real man'?"
Maddy flinches then nods again, obviously the wrong answer as Amelia
moves her hand to grip Maddy's chin and tilt her head backwards.
"No! No you don't you little sissy bitch! You can't, I thought you were
straight dammit! Shit not the most masculine man but..," This time the
emotion in her voice is all too real, and the shuddering Maddy makes a
strange noise, I'm sure she's crying...
What the fuck is going on here? I'm starting to get even more nervous,
the discomfort of my outfit forgotten as Amelia continues this behaviour.
I start to move... I'm not sure why, when I feel Mistress Thorne's hand
on my shoulder gripping tight. I freeze and the hand slowly releases.
"Miss Black," Amelia says, still focusing on Maddy, "Can you undo this
cheating whore's gag for a while?"
"Certainly Amelia," Miss Black says grinning moving behind Maddy, who
flinches as the gag is unlocked, then unbuckled and gently eased out from
behind her mouth.
"Can you speak slut?" Amelia asks, still gripping Maddy's chin.
"Yes Miss," Maddy says her voice slurring slightly.
"Good. Now, before I have your cheating, cock sucking arse sent to some
central American hell hole, answer me this, do you love me?"
"Yes Miss Amelia," Maddy whimpers. "I.. I always loved you..."
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