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It all began so innocently. I was sitting waiting for my art class to
start. Yes art class! At the age of forty-seven I had decided to express
my love for drawing and had started an evening art class. We had, had
two or three classes when this one night one of the ladies, Penelope
came to speak to me.
"I know you from somewhere," she stated.
She was in her mid fifties, haughty looking and was always dressed
smartly. Other than paying compliments about each others drawings we
had not spoken much. I went through the usual round of things, where I
worked, where I socialised but nothing matched. Just then the teacher
called us to pay attention, but as she walked away a spark of
recognition lit here eye. I thought nothing more of it and got on with
the class. It happens sometimes, you think you know someone, but cannot
place where, as they say "It's a small world." When the class was
finished Penelope smiled at me but said no more as she left. The next
week she caught up with me as I was walking down the corridor to class.
"Hello," I said.
"I know where I know you from...." she stated.
"You're Davina aren't you?" she added.
My step faltered and my face reddened. I considered telling her she was
wrong but how could I? My face was clear to see on my profile picture
and some of my uploaded pictures.
"Errrm...yes I am...." I timidly answered.
"But only at the weekend," I added lamely.
"Yes dear." She patted my arm as we entered the classroom, thus stopping
the line of conversation.
She said no more to me during the lesson, but I was a nervous wreck
hardly taking any of the lesson in. When we got up during the lesson to
stretch and admire the other peoples work she just smiled and winked.
Lesson over she disappeared before I had a chance to talk to her. For
the rest of the term she said nothing, I on the other hand wanted to say
so much. Was she a Mistress or Submissive? Did she have a profile on
Fetlife? Nothing happened until a couple of weeks before the end of
term. Penelope followed me as I was leaving
"Why don't you join an art club?" she asked.
I looked puzzled at her not sure what she was meaning.
"Well I have read your profile, your wife doesn't play.....why not play
elsewhere." She smiled.
"Think about it." As she said this she slipped a note in my hand and
walked away.
Then it struck me, of course she was supplying an excuse to tell my
wife. I looked at the note it had a mobile phone number on it and one
sentence or should I say command.
"Address me correctly when you call."
It took me a few days to reconcile what I would be doing but I so much
wanted to fulfil my sissy nature with others. I am very loyal to my wife
so I felt like a complete mongrel when I told her I had been invited to
join an art class. She was happy and said it would be good for me to get
together with fellow artists. I felt like a complete bastard. A few days
later the day before art class after nearly talking myself out of the
whole affair I dialled the number. Penelope answered.
"H-Hello....is this Mistress Penelope?"
"Mmm....Mistress do you think I want to be your Mistress?" she queried.
I was lost, so was she a submissive? Her tone said differently...then I
had it.
"Madame......" I offered.
"Correct slave....I will give you some instructions tomorrow....." The phone
went dead.
Penelope acted as if nothing was different during the class, again I was
a wreck. After class she paused at the door waiting for me to follow
her.
"Next week is our last week...the week after you will start service" Again
she handed me a note, this time it had an address. One which I noted was
on the posh side of town, to be correct a village just out of town. We
had the last class where I was duly ignored by Madame Penelope
completely and after that I knew I would be meeting her in a wholly
different way.
I drove out to her house the following week, a week in which I had been
messaged on Fetlife by MadameP instructing me on what to bring. I had
gone to her profile only to find the barest of information so I had no
clue to her nature. I drove down the gravel drive to her house
marvelling at its size! Parking up I walked timidly to the door, noting
a security camera tracking me. I rang the bell, and waited. I seemed to
wait forever but it was probably only seconds. The door was opened by a
man slightly taller than me. He was in his mid fifties, casually
dressed, shiny shoes, designer jeans and a polo shirt.
"Yes can I help you young man?" he inquired politely.
"I....I....." I was not sure what to say. I needed to ask for Madame
Penelope but I was not sure who this man was or if he knew about her
kinky side.
"Well?" he inquired.
"I'm here to see Penelope" I asked.
"That would be Madame Penelope to you Davina...."
"Not a very auspicious start," he added.
I looked nervously at my feet and stammered, "N...n..no Master"
"Better...come in then," he commanded.
I hurried inside, so this must be her husband....I hope, because he knew
all about me...well my sissy name anyway
"Right, you need to go up those stairs....." he said pointing to a grand
set of stairs sweeping up out of the foyer
"The bathroom is along the left corridor, second on the right. You have
thirty minutes to change and present yourself ...."
"Thank you," I stated and quickly headed up.
"Come here girl!" he barked.
I returned quickly and stood myself head down in front of him.
"Where will you present yourself?" he asked.
"I don't know Master."
"No because you are a silly air head....You will present yourself
downstairs in the study....that's the door over there." He pointed.
"Yes Master." I again grabbed my things and headed upstairs.
Finding the bathroom, I first marvelled at its size, and then I
remembered my time limit. I had prepared in advance so I was clean of
body hair. After undressing I pulled on black fishnet stockings. Next
was a black Basque that was edged with pink lace, and had tiny pink bows
on the suspender straps. I placed this around me and pulled it to its
tightest fit. With the Basque was a matching pair of G-String panties,
these I pulled on, covering my erect but tiny cock. The black PVC maid's
dress that Madame had requested followed, under which I pulled up a
white tutu to fluff up the hem of the skirt. I strapped on the foolishly
high patent leather high heels and got to my feet. I went to the mirror
and nervously applied makeup. To finish off my uniform I put on my mop
hat and silk apron, I took off my watch noticing I had two minutes to
get downstairs. I hurriedly checked my appearance in one of the many
full length mirrors then hurried as fast as I could on my high heels
downstairs. I got to the door I thought bang on time and knocked
"Ente,r" said an imperious female voice.
I stepped nervously inside and beheld for the first time Madame
Penelope.
She was standing one hand on the back of a wing back leather chair. What
she had on I will describe from the tips of her gorgeous toes to tight
bun on her head.
On her feet she had black patent leather eight inch stiletto shoes,
making her even taller and more imperious.
On her shapely legs she had smoky black stockings, I knew they where
stocking because I could see the outline of the garter straps through
the figure hugging black pencil skirt she wore. The skirt was belted by
a broad black patent leather belt.
Into the belt was tucked a startlingly white silk blouse which clung to
the contours of her shapely form. The buttons on the blouse were
seductively undone down to her ample cleavage. The sleeves of the blouse
came to just bellow her shoulder and ended in puffed up frills.
On her hands she hand white silk gloves.
Her makeup was severe as was her hair, pulled back in an extremely tight
bun.
The final thing I noticed was that she was carrying a riding crop.
I wanted to fall to my knees before this matronly beauty; I wanted to be
at her beck and call. At that moment I decided I would have sold my soul
to be her slave. For her part she simply watched me drink in her beauty
and fall under her spell. A smile played across her lips
"Are you worthy slave?" she murmured.
"No Madame," I answered honestly.
"Will you try to be," she retorted.
"Ohhh yes with all my heart."
I moved across the room and knelt at her feet placing a gentle kiss on
the toe of her shiny shoes.
"Stand Davina," she instructed.
"Head up," she commanded as she proceeded to inspect me.
"The shoes are too high."
"Yes Madame."
"Fishnet stockings!"
"Madame?" I inquired.
"You are here to complete house work girl, not to solicit your wares."
I shivered at being referred to as a girl. It was one of my favourite
thrills, knowing I was classed not as a man as I should be...but as a
girl!
"Yes Madame....sorry Madame."
"There may be a time when you are required for such a service, but not
today."
I could not believe these words; I would be used as a hooker! But then
of course I knew she could do with me as she pleased. My reverie was
broken by her lifting the hem of my skirt.
"I like the matching G-string panties, so much better when I can see the
punishment I have inflicted," she mused.
"But...you have missed a few hairs down there," she chided.
"The Tutu is tacky."
"Yes Madame."
"The maids dress I like, but you need something a little tighter...
something to show off your girly figure better."
Again the thrill of humiliation....my tiny cock twitched.
"Yes Madame."
"I see someone is happy," she smirked.
"Sorry Madame."
"You will be."
"Last but not least, your apron is creased."
"Sorry Madame."
"Now girl step into the centre of the room, lift you skirt and touch
your toes."
I obediently complied knowing what was to come.
"How many things did you get wrong Davina?" she asked.
My mind went blank with fright. I didn't realise I was supposed to be
counting my errors.
"Well girl," she barked making me jump. She laughed at my nervousness.
I tried to calm myself. Heels too high, one. Fishnets, two. Hairs,
three. Tutu, four. Dress, five. Apron, six. Six...six strokes I thought.
"Six things wrong Madame," I answered.
"Wrong Davina," she commented.
I was lost, what had I missed? She let me suffer wracking my brains for
an answer; in the end she put me out of my misery.
"You will receive twelve strokes....."
"The ones you no doubt missed. Not calling me Madame at the door,
leaving before you were fully instructed, being thirty seconds late,
kissing my shoes without being asked, being too slow to answer a
question from your superior. The final stroke will be because you belong
to me and I can do with you as I please."
"Yes Madame," I answered with my whole heart.
Madame stepped to the side of me and I felt the crop touch my bottom. I
flinched which elicited a laugh from her. The crop was pulled away and I
waited for the stroke to come. There was a swish and I tensed, but the
stroke did not land.
"If you tense like that when I apply the stroke it will be given again....
Do you understand Davina?"
"Yes Madame," I replied meekly.
Swish....CRACK
The stroke came almost immediately and I was unprepared for it. The
touch of the crop seemed to be a burning brand. The line of fire crossed
both the cheeks of my bottom and tears filled my eye. I whimpered.
Swish....CRACK
I tried not to tense and did so on all but a few of the strokes. By
twelfth my bottom was a burning inferno, tears had pooled on the carpet
at my feet.
I had become Madame Penelope's Slave. I would not have wanted to be
anywhere or with anyone else at that moment. I was hers completely her
devoted slave Davina.
My cock....well it was a tiny soaking mess.....something else I would be
punished for.
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