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What on earth did she mean by that? Baby pink or Ivory? I mulled it over
for a few minutes and came to the conclusion that these were the colour
choices available to me for my underwear. I had a nasty feeling that
whatever I preferred (neither, of course) I would end up wearing pink! It
just seemed more likely that they would humiliate me just that bit more
by ensuring that this was what I would have to wear.
Just go with the flow, Frilly.
Pink.
Nothing actually changed after she asked me that question and I spent the
next six weeks self-training with full make-up, my bullet-cupped corset,
stockings and high heels and not forgetting, of course, my deliciously
silky satin gym knickers. Little Henry remained in his prison, being
molested every time any of the women came into the room. He was still
trying to raise a beat and was still constantly frustrated by his tiny
cage. The agony didn't change but I was almost used to it.
Every day was the same. I was being trained to the point where everything
was completely automatic. I now always took tiny steps in my high heels,
my thighs were always together without me having to think about it. I
could do my make-up in my sleep, almost, and when I sat down on my least
favourite chair, my feet and knees were automatically together all the
time.
Despite their huge size, I was becoming completely used to my tits in
their bullet cups, I now moved my arms round them automatically. That
didn't mean that they weren't an obstruction though. They got in the way
of almost everything I had to do. Standing up, I couldn't see my feet, or
my waist, even.
Worst of all, I was now thinking of myself as someone named Frilly.
Sister Sarah re-enforced this every time she saw me, of course. It was
Frilly this and Frilly that. I had to think hard to remember what my name
had been before all this started. Did it matter? It didn't seem likely
that I would be using it again any time soon as I couldn't think of any
way I was getting out of this situation in the near future!
It was getting difficult to remember when I didn't have a corset and big
tits and high heels and so forth, the days when I had ridden my bike to
school each day and over to Woodbridge each weekend.
My hair and nails were both getting longer and Sister Sarah insisted that
I took great care of both, keeping my nails smooth and lacquered and my
hair always clean, conditioned and very well-brushed several times a day.
Each day I did a lot of walking, well mincing, in my high heels making
sure I kept my thighs close together at all times. Any time I stopped, my
feet were always completely together. My shoulders were always well back
so that my considerable bust was fully on display and I sat on my special
chair to do my make-up and eat my sparse diet. Sister Sarah would pop in
at random times to check that I was training properly. Oh! And to torture
little Henry, of course.
Every morning and evening, either Mother or Sally would arrive to be
dressed or undressed. This always meant difficult and embarrassing
questions which I had to be very careful answering lest I received even
more punishment than usual. Little Henry suffered a lot, in particular
when I had to work with Sally and she always made absolutely sure that I
had to do things which would really make him react. Just for variety,
occasionally Sister Sarah would demand my attention and I would have to
dress or undress her with all the massive constructions involved in that
process. Some of her foundation wear was complex; solid with bones, laces
and various straps.
Once I got fully used to doing it, I'm sure she really enjoyed being
"handled" in this way and deliberately wore these particularly complex
garments just for the fun of having me have to deal with them. If they
had been available in my size, I suspect I would have soon have been
encased in them as well, much to her enjoyment and my great discomfort.
Just at the point where I was really wondering if this was ever going to
stop, I had a surprise visit from all three women.
"Do you remember I asked you a question a little while ago, Frilly?"
I had to think back for a moment before I remembered. A little while ago?
It was six weeks ago and I had almost forgotten it!
"Er. Baby pink or Ivory, wasn't it?"
"That's right! Well done! Well now, which is it going to be?"
I wondered if being clever would work for once.
"Baby pink, I think. I don't know what it's for exactly, but is will
match my corset"
"Ooh! That's a bit forward of you, Frilly. Now what could possibly match
your corset?"
Sally's hand was working poor little Henry to a frazzle. I just had to
stand there and take it.
"Well, clothes of some description, I suppose"
"Mm! That's right, Frilly. Now then, do you remember what we said we were
going to train you to be?"
Here it comes. My Nemesis! I could almost ask this series of questions
myself but I knew I just had to let it happen|.
"A maid, Mistress."
"Yes, a maid. And what is that maid's name?"
"It's Frilly, Mistress."
"And who is Frilly the maid?"
"I am, Mistress."
"And are maids usually boys or girls, Frilly?"
"They are girls, Mistress."
"And if you are Frilly the maid, are you a boy or a girl?"
I just had to grind it out, didn't I?
"I'm a girl, Mistress."
"That's right, Frilly. Well done! So let's hear you tell us all loudly
and clearly exactly who and what you are."
I took a deep breath and committed myself, not that I had any choice in
the matter!
"I am a girl called Frilly and I am training to be a maid."
"Very good, Frilly. Now we will expect you to say exactly that to each of
us whenever we come into the room. Do you understand?"
"So, if you are a girl and a maid and you are called Frilly, what do you
think your work uniform is going to look like?"
"I think it's going to be frilly, Mistress."
"And what colour do you think all your underwear is going to be, Frilly?"
"Er, Baby pink, I expect, Mistress."
"Well done again, Frilly! My! You are doing well! Tell us all about
yourself then, Frilly."
"I am a girl called Frilly and I am training to be a maid and my maid's
uniform will have baby pink frilly underwear."
"And will you enjoy having masses of pink frilly underwear, Frilly?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Well, 'No Mistress' wasn't going to get me anywhere, was it?
"Why?"
"Because I love baby pink frillies and will wear as many frillies as you
want me to, Mistress."
"Excellent! Well as of tomorrow, Sarah here will be fitting you out with
your new uniform and when you have got it on, you will be able to tell us
all just how much you are enjoying it.
I can't wait for tomorrow - can I?
Jeannie
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