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Chapter 6 - Interlude
That evening was difficult enough even before Miss Allie dropped on me
that I had a follow-up session with Paul to dread. I knew she would give
me no opportunity to get out of it - or even to keep him at arm's length.
It wasn't helped by the fact that I knew from my earlier experience that
I found myself enjoying it more than I ought to.
But before she even mentioned that, there was the revelation that she
could see what I was doing - my brooch had a tiny camera in it - and she
now knew all about Sarah in the office. I would die if Sarah found out
about what I had let myself in for: maybe I could explain to her about
Miss Allie's psychology project or how I helped her move some stuff and
had to keep her aunt happy and......no, it wasn't going to work, was it? I
couldn't explain why I was wearing a corset and heels and women's
clothes. I couldn't even convince myself, never mind Sarah.
The next morning, I set off for work in the usual fashion - Miss Allie
had chosen something that pushed the boundaries just a bit further again
(well, actually, she said we had chosen it, but that's what she always
says). She tightened the corset - at least telling me I could take it off
tonight and have a bath - and then made me wear a pink blouse. OK - it
looked as if it buttoned at the front, because it had a folded seam all
down, but in fact, it buttoned in back. The slacks were camel, flared
with no fly and with a side zipper. I was already panicking over how to
cover the blouse when she handed me a matching camel jacket - a bit like
a blazer, but fitted; I put it on hurriedly to cover any telltale corset
lines, even though the buttons were clearly on the wrong side. The shoes
were lace-up (thank goodness they looked more sensible, even with not too
high a heel).
And that was how I set off for work, my gag not coming off until I was
outside the door again. Miss Allie patted me on the backside and sent me
off, drink and crackers in hand, brooch in place (on the right) and
orgasm sounds back in my ears.
The day at work started off ok - I managed to get to my desk and get my
head down quickly. There were the usual looks that I was getting used to,
but nothing more.
It was mid-morning when my earphones were punctuated by Miss Allie's
voice - why wasn't she working?
"Now then, Tina," she intoned softly. "Do you remember that Sarah -
perhaps Miss Sarah to you - said that she wanted to see more of the 'new
Chris'?"
She giggled.
"It's time, Tina."
I swallowed. She didn't mean...
"Off we go - time to go and show Sarah how you look."
I swallowed again, wondering what to do.
"I'm waiting, Tina - and I will be listening too!"
I stood up hurriedly, only too aware of my clothes. I walked slowly in
the direction of Sarah's desk.
"Shorter steps, Tina," Miss Allie whispered in my ears. I took shorter
steps, eventually reaching the door of Sarah's office.
I knocked and opened it.
Sarah looked up, with a questioning look on her face.
"Yes, Chris?" She looked at me strangely, no doubt wondering why I was
dressed the way I was.
"Girly voice, Tina," sounded in my ears.
I cleared my throat. When I spoke it came out more as a squeak. "Hi,
Sarah." I paused.
"Go on."
"You...er...wanted to see more of my...er...new style." I looked down at my
'style', only too aware that there was no way I could pretend it was
masculine in any way.
Sarah pushed her keyboard away and looked at me.
"Close the door, please, Chris."
I did so.
"Why don't you wear a skirt, Chris - I'm sure it would be a lot more
comfortable for you." She stood up, revealing her tight straight
businesslike black skirt and shapely legs, and came round and leaned
against the front of her desk.
"Now isn't that a good idea, Tina?" came from Miss Allie, giggling.
"No, I...er...don't wear skirts - not to the office, Mi...Sarah," I mumbled not
very coherently.
"Ah, only at home and parties and things - I see," Sarah replied,
smiling.
"No!" I replied quickly.
"That's a lie, Tina, isn't it? If you tell Sarah lies, I will punish you
when you get home, sweetie. I don't think we should tell lies."
"I mean, no, I don't ever wear skirts to the office. Sarah."
Sarah smiled. "I think I am beginning to understand, Chris. You like
wearing women's clothes - that's nothing to be ashamed of." She grinned.
"I like wearing them too!"
I opened my mouth and closed it again.
"And you seem to have the figure for them, too, Chris. Let me see."
She walked over and slipped her hand inside my jacket.
"That's some corset you have there. No wonder you have been looking so
stiff."
She looked down at the front of my pants.
"Hm. You seem to have the right shape down there too."
I looked down; I guess she meant it was totally flat. I colored.
"Does everyone else in the office know about your...hobby, Chris?"
I shook my head miserably.
"Unless of course they have noticed what I have noticed'" she added.
"Well, perhaps it will be our little secret - for now. But I will want to
see you in a skirt, Chris - you can't stop now: go for it! If you don't
wear one to work, I'll have to call round and see for myself!" She
giggled, while I tried to smile, unsuccessfully.
"You had better run along now, honey - I have a lot of work to do. And
with all the time you have been spending on your appearance, I guess you
have too."
I turned, opened the door and almost ran out of Sarah's office, muttering
"Thank you, M...Sarah," and managing not to curtsy - it was really
difficult to fight the compulsion to do so.
"Short steps, Tina. There, that wasn't too painful, was it? She was very
sweet and positive and absolutely right about you wearing a skirt. Good
for her!"
I got back to my desk and collapsed into my chair. I was mentally
exhausted.
I don't remember much else that day in the office, or the next. I was
trying to avoid bumping onto Sarah again - and starting to worry over the
weekend visit of James and (especially) Paul. Miss Allie had allowed me
out of the orthopedic corset for a bath, but she made me wear the basque
the next couple of days, which seemed even more difficult to hide under
other clothes.
She was so effective at keeping me on the edge.
Before I knew it, it was Friday evening; the week had started off seeming
very long, but the dreaded weekend rushed up too quickly. What was going
to happen? When were they coming? Oh, no - where were they staying? What
was Miss Allie going to force me to do?
All these questions kept pushing thru my brain - and I had no idea of the
answers to any of them and no means of asking. Her promise to look after
me and do what was best for me seemed a long way away and I knew that
didn't mean she would make it easy.
I got home to the door of my...I mean Miss Allie's room. I knocked and
waited. A few moments later a hand came round the door with my mouth and
nose fittings; I sighed to myself and strapped it all on, the soft feel
of the penis at the back of my throat seeming more and more natural. I
knocked again. Miss Allie opened the door and let me enter.
"Welcome home, Tina! Now run along and change - you have all your
housework to do before anything else."
One press, curtsy, without thinking. I ran along as instructed,
stripping off my work pants suit and replacing it with the long maid's
dress over the basque. I was feeling more relaxed in a skirt, I found -
it just felt more natural and free.
With her calming voice in my ears, I spent maybe the next hour cleaning
the apartment - Miss Allie's end first of course - before I started
thinking about getting some food. She hadn't said anything about going
out, so I assumed she was going to eat in. It didn't look as if the boys
were coming tonight, anyhow.
When she knew I was starting to open cupboards in the kitchen, she
interrupted her own voice: "Tina - come here!"
Automatically, I pressed my brooch once and curtsied even though she
wasn't in the room. I ran quickly to her door, knocked on it and waited.
She acknowledged me and I entered, head down, curtseying and pressing my
brooch three times. She gave me my drink, still warm from her body,
clipping it onto my mouth cap so that it began to pour thru steadily into
my mouth. I started swallowing to keep breathing.
"Now, Tina, I know you will be getting excited about seeing James again,
but you need to keep yourself under control, don't you?" She smiled as I
kept gasping for breath.
"I can hear your excitement, can't I sweetie?" No, I wanted to cry out,
that's me just wanting to breathe.
"Well, shall I tell you our plans for the weekend? James and Paul will
arrive tomorrow: won't that be great?"
I kept swallowing. One press. Two presses.
She glared at me.
Curtsy.
She smiled. "Don't ever forget your place, Tina, will you? When James and
Paul are here, you don't have to behave like a maid, but I expect you to
be polite at all times. Hm...maybe we should carry on like we were with
Cleopatra and her slave."
I finished my drink and removed it from my mouth cap. Two presses. I was
panicking already.
"Good girl. Now go and get me some supper. I think you shouldn't eat too
much tonight if we are having a meal out tomorrow, don't you?"
One press. I curtsied and turned to fix her meal.
"Pasta for me, Tina - and a large glass of Merlot to start. Now."
One press. Curtsy again.
I served her wine and scampered back into the kitchen to prepare her
meal. It didn't take me long as I was beginning to get quite good at
serving her and I knew what she liked. When I took the meal thru, I stood
where she could see me while she ate, refilling her wine when she asked.
"That was good, Tina - you are learning well," she said as she finished
the pasta, "Now you may have your drink of vegetable juice before you go
to bed."
Two presses. Curtsy.
"When you get to bed, Tina, I have decided that you may make love to me
tonight. Won't that be nice?"
My heart momentarily fluttered, wondering if at last...
"So put your nightdress on, fit the handcuffs and the goggles - and if
you are good, I will let you pleasure me. OK?"
I must have hesitated in my disappointment because I felt the valve in my
mouth penis close. No air.
Panic. One press. Curtsy. Two presses. Curtsy.
She didn't relent; I felt as if I was going to pass out.
"You are forgetting yourself, Tina, aren't you? But you won't do that
tomorrow, will you? Not with me, not with James - and especially not
with Paul. OK?"
My eyes pleaded.
She continued, her voice more stern, "I want to see you doing anything
and everything you are told, Tina. Whatever we want, we get.
Understood?'
One press. Curtsy.
She eventually let me breathe again, although she waited until I really
felt that I was going to pass out. I rushed back to my room, changed and
washed quickly and cuffed myself to the bed. I was shaking - I guess with
fear - as I was finding that my body was beginning to have a life of its
own and it was as if my mind was just part of the audience.
I lay on the bed, unable to see or speak and with the sound of Miss
Allie's voice maybe a bit louder in my ears, continuing to tell me that I
wanted nothing else but to do her will. I was beginning to feel
comfortable with her voice telling me that.
It can't have been too long before I felt her fix the dildo into my
mouthpiece and then lower herself gradually onto it. I couldn't see
anything and I think this dildo must have been different: the only air I
could breathe seemed to be thru it. I mean I knew I could only breathe
thru the penis in my mouth, but it now seemed as if the only air getting
to this penis was thru the penis dildo - and now that was pushed inside
her! I squirmed but all that did was move the dildo inside her! I was
completely reliant on her lifting herself off every so often so that I
could breathe.
Fortunately, she obliged - at least, I guess she did it for her own
pleasure and me needing to breathe was incidental. I can only guess that
because she didn't speak a word to me thru the whole thing. So all I had
was the recorded message at first, but she must have flicked it to the
orgasm sounds when she got started. From the wetness of my face, she
must have been pretty excited but that was the only clue I had: breathing
was enough for me and she must have been getting off on my situation.
I think she realized pretty quick that if she went down on my mouth for
long enough I would start to panic and thrash about and that got her
going even more as the dildo moved around inside her. I'm sure she pushed
me as far as she could - it was a miracle that I didn't pass out.
I have no idea how long she kept this up. It was just about survival for
me. She stopped eventually, lifted herself off me and that was all I
knew. She flicked the earpiece back to her voice recording and must have
left.
The next thing I knew it must have been morning. I couldn't see even
daylight thru the goggles and her voice just kept on. I could feel that
my face was caked with dried cum and the dildo was still where she left
it.
I was lying there and her real voice broke in to the recording, "Hurry
up, Tina - we want to look our best for the boyfriends, don't we?" I
didn't know where she was and I couldn't move anyhow.
"Tina - you are a mess aren't you?" she giggled as she unlocked the
handcuffs and eased off the goggles, "Look at you!"
All I could see was a giant erect dildo sticking out of my mouth, and
Miss Allie looking very happy in tight jeans and a crisp plain white
blouse.
"Go and take it off and give it a good wash, sweetie," she ordered, "we
will definitely be using that again, won't we? Wasn't it fun?"
I realized I was just going to hesitate, but remembered in time and
jumped down off the bed, curtsied (touching my brooch, but it wasn't
there) and ran to do as she said.
When I came back from the bathroom, she was waiting.
"Now you can get dressed before you do breakfast, otherwise we won't have
enough time before the boys get here, will we?"
She knew that I didn't know anything about any of the arrangements.
She pointed to the clothes she had laid out on the bed.
"Underwear first, sweetie. Basque, black stockings and panties on."
She switched my air off. I scrambled for the clothes, pulling them on as
quickly as I could, doing my best not to ladder the stockings. I stod
waiting to breathe.
"Prostheses?"
I picked them up from the box where I kept them and pushed them into the
cups of the basque. I waited again.
She allowed me a breath. Then she switched it off again.
"You have to learn more quickly, Tina. No hesitation and no thinking;
when I say 'Do', you do it automatically. You don't consider it, you
don't assess it, you just do it! I am going to have to be more strict
with you, I can see. You are going to find life difficult, my girl, until
you have learned this lesson. Do you understand?"
I still had no brooch, so just did and extra big curtsy.
She allowed me another breath. "Now get your uniform on." She pointed
to the bed where she had placed a pink maid's uniform and the monster
pink heels she had made me wear with the ball gown before. I curtsied,
but she still turned the air off and I dressed speedily, zipping up the
back of the dress and buckling the sandals onto my feet.
I stood to attention fixing the brooch to my chest, curtsying again and
pressing the brooch twice. I looked down, waiting for permission to
breathe.
"Now get me my breakfast and tidy the place up." She turned and walked
out.
There was no doubt that she was tightening her grip and I seemed to be
sliding into something deep. I hurried after her - I realized I really
was doing it without thinking - and did my morning duties as ordered, her
recorded voice again in my ears.
Was Paul going to see me like this? Dressed as a maid and with a penis
gag in my mouth? What was she planning? Her assurances that she would
always look after me were becoming more and more of a worry as she was
dragging me down a path that only she knew the end of.
It was lunchtime and I had just finished Miss Allie's laundry before she
gave me any clues about what was planned. James and Paul were going to a
football match that afternoon and we were going to meet up with them
afterwards for a night out. My stomach was churning in fear of what lay
ahead, but I didn't even dare lift my head when she told me. Two presses.
Curtsy.
"Of course, we will have to take your gag off, but that doesn't mean you
speak unnecessarily, Tina. You will be able to kiss Paul - when I tell
you to, that is. And you can make polite conversation and flirt with him
- when I tell you to, that is." She grinned.
"You are going to look gorgeous tonight and so we have to start getting
ready pretty soon."
Curtsy. One press. Two presses.
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