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The Appointment ~ Chapter 2
It was 6:15 on this fine summers evening, the late afternoon sun
streaming though the trees, throwing dappled light on the pavement. Joyce
walked down past the magnificent Georgian terrace in on of the better but
secluded parts of Mayfair. Looking at the fine period terraces, which in
its time of horse drawn carriages of older London, must have been very
grand. Even now this quiet tree lined crescent, this was a home for the
rich away from the bustle of modern traffic. She looked up at the columns
and the tall sash windows. The grand doors, typical of the time the
middle three floors had a grandness about everything, whilst the basement
where the cook and the laundry were had meager windows, as did the small
windows of the staff accommodation in the top floor of under the eaves of
the roof and amongst the many chimneys of the time.
Joyce sighed, this must have been a grand time, of high style and gentle
living, if you were rich that is, but not so for the servants. Joyce knew
the area well having grown up nearby but not in such luxurious
accommodations. Now she skipped along happily with a spring in her step
and her heels clicking merrily as she walked. She had been allowed off
work early and had time to go home and change from her shop uniform,
before meeting this valued client of her boss.
Half way down the terrace she found number 11, her destination and looked
at the black shining door and the equally gleaming brass doorknocker and
letterbox, all was immaculate and oozed wealth. Joyce had a sudden sense
of fright and nervousness about her task, but she quickly threw this off
in the excitement of her imminent assignment.
She knocked briskly on the door and after a few seconds heard heels from
behind the door. It was opened by Pauly, now in his black uniform with
the white stockings and neat black court shoes. He didn't seem very
pleased to see Joyce.
"Oh its you! I suppose you had better come in." The voice was
understandably surly almost to the point of being rude. Not what was
expected from a lowly housemaid. This would have to change.
He ushered her in through the part opened door and closed it quickly,
obviously frightened to be seen in this housemaids uniform by the
neighbors or anyone that might recognise him.
He stood there looking sheepish in his half female form with full makeup,
only his male haircut showing his true self, however Joyce was annoyed at
the disrespect and it showed in her face.
Joyce saw the frightened ex-male look her up and down as males do to a
pretty girl. Then there was again a wince of pain and Pauly suddenly took
interest in a strange spot on the floor. Joyce smiled, 'serves the beast
right' she thought. The chastity devices were very effective for
controlling the thoughts of randy males. Maybe she should recommend some
spikes to Julia or was he already wearing them?
Julia briefly looked up and down the new housemaid and wondered if she
had changed her dress herself or had help. The makeup had been touched up
since she had applied it this afternoon, and the lipstick was fresh. The
waist was still nipped in and it was unlikely the laces had been
loosened, Joyce had tightened them tightly with secure knots. It was
unlikely that Pauly could undo them even if he had been given a change to
reach them.
She wondered what it was like to be locked into a corset. Even though she
was 100% female and sold these devices, she had no desire to wear one.
Joyce wondered what Pauly hated most, the tightness of the corset, the
little cage locked tightly or the new position as the lowest of the
household staff, or maybe just being feminized. She would have to ask him
in good time, but for now, more impressing tasks of asserting her control
were on the horizon.
"Now girl, is that the way you have been taught to greet a guest? Do I
have to tell your Mistress."
The new maid suddenly realised his error, blushes and made an attempt at
a curtsey, holding his skirts out and dipping with an attempt at grace.
"I am sorry Miss, you are welcome and Mistress is waiting for you. This
way please."
Joyce grinned, someone had been teaching Pauly his place and new reduced
status in this household, even though the curtsey was nowhere near
perfect. Following the new maid she noticed how well the uniform fit with
the forcibly reduced waistline and wondered how this man felt about being
corseted and if he had any idea of what was to come. Not that his feeling
mattered or anyone was going to listen.
Entering the lounge, Joyce's breath was taken away with the luxurious
furnishings, the artworks on the wall, almost certainly originals and the
antiques around the place. It was like walking through a stately home
with all the ornate plasterwork around the ceiling and the crystal
chandelier.
Julia, rose from one of the sofa's and greeted Joyce.
"Ah your early, that's good, we can chat before I go out.
Oooh you look nice, do you have a hot date tonight?
Julia was actually taken aback, the mousy shop assistant of the afternoon
had been transformed into an attractive and delectable young lady. Joyce
had done her makeup more dramatically as if for a party, she had let her
hair down from its afternoon scraped back design, which with a little
backcombing now looked more fuller and softer. With sexy heels and short
dress she might have worn to a disco, it was no wonder Pauly's little
cage got so tight, at the sight of an expanse of long leg perched in high
strappy heels and the tight little dress leaving little to the
imagination with its long slit up the right thigh.
Julia leaned forward and whispered into Julia's ear as the maid stood
politely and silently in the corner.
"Oh no Maam, I like dressing nicely out of the shop and thought I would
tease Pauly a bit tonight, hope you don't mind."
Julia threw her head back and laughed, clapping her hands with glee.
"Please we are friends here, call me Julia. I think you and I are going
to get along very well. Now before I go out to Dinner would you like a
drink? Pauly mixes a mean Martini".
Joyce was speechless not used to mixing in this level of society and just
nodded meekly. Julia just clicked her fingers not even looking at the
despondent Pauly and the maid scuttled out of the room.
"Please take a seat."
Joyce took a seat on the sofa opposite Julia and being low and deep
struggled with her short skirt which rode up showing her long legs. Joyce
noticed that Julia was dressed expensively for dinner, and wondered who
her partner was for the evening, it obviously wasn't Pauly. Julia's skirt
was also short, and the two ladies were both showing a lot of leg, Julia
also showed a deep cleavage.
Pauly returned with a sliver tray with a glass, some olives and nuts.
Which he bent stiffly in the corset to put the glasses and olives on the
table between the two women. Joyce watched his eyes look up her skirt and
across to his wife's tempting body, which was denied to him. The maid
grimaced as she bent in the corset and then another look of pain and a
low moan as the controlling cage did its purpose. As the maid moved to
the corner of the room there was a conspiratorial wink from Julia to
Joyce. Both women smiled and toasted each other silently.
Julia spoke first. "Dear, I am so pleased you can help out with Pauly's
figure training, are you sure its not to much trouble to come round in
the evening and before work. I don't think she will understand yet but it
is in her best interests?"
"No, No, I am most happy to help and get the practice, I suspect we can
get another half inch of Pauly's waist this evening and another half inch
tomorrow. It will be slower after that."
Another howl of dismay came from the corner.
"Quiet Girl," was the curt command, and the pseudo maid fell silent.
"Mmmm that means you might be early tomorrow then."
"Yes, I am afraid I will have to be away from here by 8:00, I don't want
to wake you. I can come round before Pauly gets dressed if that helps."
Julia thought for a minute. "Well you could get in the staff entrance at
the back, Cook will probably be up but that wouldn't be at all
appropriate as you are a friend of mine now. I will let you have a Key to
the front door, you don't mind do you?"
Pauly doesn't need his key anymore, maids use the tradesmen's entrance.
"Pauly, get your keys from your Purse and give to Miss Joyce."
Pauly looked shocked at this new diminution of his status, and tried to
protest, but with one long glare from his wife, this silenced the poor
creature and he trotted off and came back with a bunch of keys and
offered to his Mistress. She just pointed to Joyce and he went round and
gave them to his new tormentor. His face full of pain and nearly in tears
as even the keys to what once was his house was given over to this girl,
so much younger than he. It seemed he was giving over a last vestige of
his power in the house.
Joyce was startled at the swiftness of events and how they were
developing, but felt warm in some very intimate places. She was exited,
this was beyond her wildest dreams.
"I hope Pauly was polite and courteous at the door, Cook has been trying
to train her all afternoon."
The new male maid looked pleadingly at Joyce, big eyes asking for
leniency, but he was beginning to understand how mean and cruel
dominating women could be.
"Well she wasn't very polite when he saw me and was a bit curt, but did
correct herself when I pointed put how a lowly maid should react to
guests. The curtsey was well meant but not very graceful."
Julia looked cross and without even looking at the tears welling up in
the culprits eyes, said, "The ungainly Curtsey is understandable and
needs more practice, but rudeness is not accepted, the beast must learn
its new status in 'MY' household. I don't have time to punish her
tonight, so do me a favour please. Pauly knows where the canes and
paddles are kept, will you warm her rear before bed. At least six stokes
unless you think she deserves more, in which case as you see fit."
A howl of protest came from the being in the corner, both at being spoken
about as a girl by his wife and the sentence of accepting punishment from
this stranger. All was ignored as if the silly servant was not present.
Seeing the two glasses empty, Julia ordered more drinks and the maid left
the room.
"I hear from Mrs Beadle that you contacted the membership secretary this
afternoon," said Joyce with an amount of caution, not really knowing how
to broach the subject.
Julia looked surprised. "Oh, you know about that. Yes I did, and have a
meeting with the committee tomorrow afternoon. Are you a member as well?"
Joyce looked a little sad. "No, I am afraid I don't qualify. You have to
have your own male to train to be a member. Even Aunt Margaret who is one
of the founders cant bend the rules for me."
Julia's finely plucked arches of eyebrows shot upwards heading towards
the ornate ceiling and the chandelier. "Mrs Beadle is your Aunt?"
"Oh yes, we don't usually mention it in the shop, I finished my cosmetics
course recently and Aunty is now training me to take over the Boutique,
she is hoping I can join the society soon like the rest of the family?"
If anything Julia looked even more shocked. "All of your family are
members and have men trained?"
Joyce's reply had all the innocence of youth and as if this was an
everyday event.
"Oh yes Aunty had Uncle George to qualify, well its Georgina now, she
works in the basement of the shop as our chief corset cutter. She wears
plain working girls dresses like Pauly as well as her own well fitted
stays. Aunty says men understand corsets well if they have to wear them
and Uncle has been wearing the permanently for years now.
Mummy qualified with Daddy when she found him cheating on her. Now Alice
works alongside Georgina in the basement and helps around the house at
home.
My eldest Sister Kate, she qualified for the society, with my Brother. I
hate her, we always dressed him up when we were kids, but she got her
membership first, when she caged my brothers little thingy. I was away at
college at the time. Mary works in she shop now as well, but she is in
charge of Bras and panties. The shop is a real family affair.
If like me, your wearing any of our Bras or Panties, it was probably
sewn by my ex-brother."
Julia, blushes thinking of this girls brother cutting and sewing her
underwear. She lay back in the sofa in shock. Her eyes wide open as was
her mouth. Most unladylike.
"Your mother converted your brother, her only son?"
Again Joyce's reply was full of innocence as if this was an everyday
event. "Well it was unusual, not to let a male be converted without
having a chance to find its own owner and mate, but my brother was a
special case. He was getting into bad company and in trouble with the
Police. He saw what happened to Uncle George and daddy but didn't even
take the hint, he had enough warnings of what would happen if he didn't
mend his ways. When we picked him up from the police station after
breaking and entering and car theft there was only one thing to do. It
was straight to the clinic. When he woke up two weeks later he had two
pretty mounds suitable for a teenager, and the surgeon said he had too
much testosterone, so there was only one solution to calm him. It is a
shame, now there is nothing to fasten a cage on to keep his little clitty
from working, but the pills are working well and it wont be trouble for
much longer.
Most of the time she wears a full chastity belt to give her a nice smooth
line down there. That's how Kate qualified by locking his remaining bits
up."
Julia was aghast and her words came out in a whisper. "How old was he?"
"Oh, nearly nineteen, and that was two years ago, he has turned out very
pretty, luckily we got to him early."
Julia's eyes were by now even rounder. "You Castrated him but left his
silly thing?"
Once again this young girls reply was as every day, matter of fact, as if
it was a normal act in her society. "Oh yes the society is very strict,
its all in the manual of the Society.
All Males in training must be kept in a limbo of sexuality. For My ex-
brother his little bit doesn't grow as much as it did. We measure it
every months, Kate lets me help, its so funny watching her trying to
prove that it is still male by pulling on its clitty. The maximum it made
last week was just under four inches. The hormones are working well. It
was then locked up till the next months measuring. The society is strict
in stopping them playing with themselves, you know what males are like
even if they cant have sex.
By not letting them know if they are male or female. It helps us control
them. I suspect your already doing that with Pauly by instinct, and why I
know you will be accepted into the group you lucky thing."
Calming down just slightly from the multiple shocks and the calmness of
this young girl. Julia had just one question, but her words were wit some
caution as if a conspiracy or secret. " This manual, do you have a copy"
Joyce giggled and blushed slightly. "OH no! You only get one when you're
accepted as a member. I secretly read Aunties, Mums and Kates Copy when
they're not around. It's a magnificent rad. The best book ever."
As Pauly came back with the Martini's, Julia took hers and downed it in
one, signaling for Pauly to get another. Joyce sipped her drink in a more
ladylike manner.
The room was silent as Julia took this all in. This Society was more than
she thought, much, much, more. it seemed to be for the wholesale
sublimation and feminization of all males in London, maybe across
England!
Joyce suddenly realised she had shocked this sophisticate lady. "Oh don't
worry, Aunt Margaret says she is sure you will qualify tomorrow, Pauly it
perfect."
Not being used to applying for any organization, Julia now anxiously
wanted to find out more about how this club could help her. She wanted
desperately to be accepted more than anything in her life before. Grief,
this 'Society for Women in Control' must be something else, she had to
belong. She had to get her hands on a copy of this Manual, she just had
to.
For a few moments the ladies chatted casually, as Julia talked about the
paintings and the antiques she had inherited from her marriage, in a way
as if they were hers and had always been hers, not her husbands. Joyce
was feeling quite heady, not being used to strong cocktails at this time
of the day. She couldn't take in all this wealth and the simple way this
woman had taken over her husband, his life and his possessions. He was
nothing more than a possession anymore in her eyes and that is what he
would be from now on.
Julia was more exited than she had been in her life before and Joyce was
a little drunk both with her new power and the expected evening alone
with Pauly to Torment, as well as not being used to Cocktails this early
in the evening.
Two happy ladies in the room, ignoring the less than happy Pauly standing
obediently in the corner, Silent as a maid should be till needed.
The rest of the evening was going to be fun for at least two of the three
beings there wearing dresses, the third looked very apprehensive about
its future.
Both women were getting a bit giggly. Julia was on her fourth Martini and
Joyce on her second. A warmth was beginning to develop between these two
women of differing backgrounds but a single view of the role of women in
life, and a single view about the right status and role of males in their
lives.
To be Continued .........
In Chapter three, Julia leaves for her dinner date and Joyce enjoys her
new found Power, Unfortunately Pauly does not seem so pleased with the
developments.
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