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Billy's second day continued. He carried the load of laundry, in the basket, upstairs. He was surprised that he didn't have to carry each item up one at a time like he did when he brought the laundry downstairs. He shook his foot, the padlock wiggled against his ankle, reminding him that the high heels were locked on his feet, there was no taking them off today. Which of course meant he couldn't take off the pantyhose either, or the panties. As he turned he caught his reflection in a mirror over the laundry tub. What a silly place for a mirror, there he stood in a short, very short, dress, a tiny choker around his delicate neck... locked on with a tiny padlock, pink lips and soft makeup adorning his face, the pony tail his sister gave him with the pink scrunchy holding it in place.... he stared in a trance. Even if he wanted to now, he couldn't stop this, his clothes were locked on, his mother told him this would be for at least a month. There was no backing out. He smiled a bit at the thought. Taking the laundry up the stairs, his feet were becoming quite sore, this was not something he had thought of. As he went outside to the line, to hang the clothes, his dress ballooned suddenly in the wind, lifting. His hands were full with the basket so he could do nothing about it. Of course just then Krissy was walking by and saw. She giggled. "I can see your panties billy." He blushed, but was then surprised when he received a smack. "Hey, I wasn't bending over, that is not fair." She smacked him again, and again. "If we see your panties we are to spank you. I saw your panties. Two more, hold still" She struck his behind two more times, watching his blush grow deeply on both his face, and his behind. She lowered the hem of the dress. "You better not ruin that dress, it is one of my favorites you know." "You picked it for me, I have chores to do and I can't help if anything spills on it." He wanted to rub his tush, it was burning a bit, but he was still holding the laundry basket. She grasped the padlock on his choker again, and tugged him forward so her face was close to his. "You are very pretty," she whispered and walked away. His heart was pounding a bit with mixed feelings. He continued to the clothesline and began to hang the first load of laundry up. Of course his hands were raised over his head as he attached the pegs. Suddenly he felt a stinging slap to his bum. Again. He turned in surprise to see his sister was back. "This is going to be fun." she said, watching him. "You have to hang the clothes, and I get to spank you while you do it. But first, I have something for you," she said with a bit of a twinkle in her eye as she held out a white lacy object. "No way," Billy exclaimed. "Yes Way!" she said as she held the pretty apron out. "I will not have you messing up my dress with carelessness," She spun him around and spread the apron over the front of his dress, tying a nice tight bow behind him. The apron itself was small, Billy didn't know how it was going to keep much off the dress, it didn't even reach the bottom of the hem and it seemed more decorative with the lacey border. He felt a pat on his behind as she stepped back. "There, now you won't splatter something on my dress, back to work billy," she told him, pointing to the line. Billy was in a daze, the apron was snug around his waste and it seemed to pull the dress a bit shorter. His sister was watching carefully, he knew he had to bend down to grab the laundry and then raise his hands over his head to hang them, she was going to spank him each time he hung something up. Then he noticed she had a fly swatter in her hand. He looked up at her grinning face and saw what could only be an evil gleam in her eyes. Sighing he bend down, grasping a pair of panties, hers of course, and stood, ready to hang them up. "Be careful with those billy, they are delicate, maybe tomorrow you can wear them," she taunted, enjoying the change in her brother, watching as his hands raised up to the line to hang them in the wind. His hem rose up and she stepped forward quickly, the fly swatter whistling as it spun through the air, a loud smack announced its arrival as billy jumped in surprise, and pain. She quickly swung again, smacking his other cheek as he struggled, wiggling, while trying to hang the panties on the line. It was like a dance she thought, as he wiggled back and forth, trying to evade the fly swatter as it stung his behind with each smack. Billy looked into the basket, a pair of jeans, a skirt, two more panties and a top yet to hang. He just gave in, accepting he was in his sister's control. He went as quickly as he could, the fly swatter smacking time after time, the stings becoming a glow. The swatter seemed to make more noise than inflict pain, but it did sting never the less, and the humiliation seemed to be powerful. Finally he finished, tugging the short dress down, adjusting the apron begrudgingly, he picked up the basket and actually stuck his tongue out at his sister as he left... to get another load, another load, certainly she wasn't going to follow him around all day he wondered? He was feeling more like a slave, he began to think of another edit for the website. How much trouble could he get himself into, each edit seemed to snowball, out of his control. As he walked in the house his mother was on the way out, she stopped cold and smiled at him, seeing his apron over the black mini dress. "OMG billy, where did you get the apron, don't you look cute, we have our own little maid it seems. Maybe you could get me an iced tea? I am going to sit on the patio for a while," dismissing him she continued on her way still grinning. Butterflies were dancing in his tummy now, when she used the 'maid' word he almost collapsed. He put the basket in the kitchen, she said she wanted the ice tea now, not when he finished the laundry. He wanted to be obedient, it was part of his plan. He got a tall glass and filled it with ice tea, fortunately there was a jug ready in the refrigerator. He put the glass on a round tray and tugged down his dress again. The darn thing was so short. He tried to loosen his apron, but his sister tied a double knot and it was so tight he couldn't spin it around, it was stuck on. He minced out, remembering to wiggle his behind from side to side, balancing the glass on the tray. When reaching the patio he saw Krissy was sitting beside his mother, smiling at him. "Oh that looks wonderful, please get me one as well," she called out. He brought the tray over and dropped to his knees, knowing if he didn't he would bend, and his sister was playing with the fly swatter as she watched him, grinning she made a swoosh in the air with it. Sara looked at the youngster kneeling before them, holding out the tray, she waited a moment enjoying his submissive. He had always been such a handful, it was so nice to see him like this. He looked up wondering why she hadn't taken the glass yet. "There is no ice billy" she told him, pointing to the glass. "Please bring me an ice tea with ice cubes, with a straw too, I think. Would you like a straw Krissy?" she asked her daughter. Billy stood, finding it harder to get up holding the tray as his sister told him of course she wanted ice too, tapping his pantyhose clad thigh with the fly swatter gently. "Wait billy, you haven't been dismissed yet," she joked. Sara giggled and told her not to be mean, it was so nice to have a maid to wait on them, looking at billy blush deeply as he was teased. "Off you go, there are still a lot of chores to be done" she told him. Billy started back, remembering just in time to be sure to wiggle his bum, the short skirt swaying back and forth. Moments later he was back, two drinks, ice in both. He dropped to his knees between them, holding up the tray. "You know mom, I could really get used to this," Krissy said, taking her ice tea from the little maid. Sara smiled. "Well, we have him this way for a month at least, we will see how things go. Billy has your hip popped out at all today?" "No mom, it hasn't" he said, as she took her drink from the tray, he waited before standing. Krissy was tapping his behind gently with the fly swatter, teasingly. Each tap was getting a bit harder though, Sara didn't seem to notice but billy started to squirm a bit. "Have you finished the laundry?" Sara asked, looking down at billy. Watching the fly swatter tapping his bum, seeing him squirming as she tormented him. "Krissy!" she scolded. "Oh you too, always teasing each other, off you go billy, there is work to be done." Billy vanished quickly, he managed to hang the rest of the clothes without his sister tormenting him. Then he wondered what he was to do next, checking the clock he realized it was lunch time already. He went to the kitchen to prepare soup and sandwiches. He chopped up a few carrot sticks and celery sticks hoping to make a more appetizing meal. He wanted this to continue, but also to appear to be fighting it every step of the way. It wasn't long before it was ready, should he set the table or see if they wanted to eat outside? Hmmm he would have to go ask. Out he went, the wind lifting his dress again, this time he could smooth it back down quickly, that made him think about the next edit more. He was in a daze as he rounded the corner and entered the patio, of course he wasn't swishing his behind, darn he meant to. "Billy!" his mother called out. "You are not wiggling, I told you that they said to wiggle at all times, now go back to the house and try again, be sure to wiggle your bum with each step both ways!" They both watched as he disappeared around the corner, the dress swooshing back and forth as his hips wiggled. When he returned, rounding the corner to the patio, he stopped and asked if they wanted lunch here or inside. "Oh here would be nice billy, thank you," his mother told him. He was about to leave when he heard her pipe up, "Not so fast, you are due a spanking for forgetting to wiggle when you walk, come here please and lift your hem." He minced over, it was hard to remember to wiggle all the time, it humiliated him a lot too, but that was the plan, as he stood before his mother he turned, facing Krissy and lifted his hem. "Would you like to borrow the fly swatter Mom?" she asked, holding it up, looking at billy. "No, I don't think that will be strong enough for a firm spanking Krissy. I will have to come up with something for future, so this time will be a bare hand again." Billy heard the not firm enough part, he was trying to remember if he said on the website that it should be a firm spanking, oh oh, this one was going to hurt. Sure enough the first slap caught him by surprise, his eyes went wide and his sister giggled, before he could catch his breath she slapped his other cheek, back and forth, firm strong slaps on his panty covered behind. Over and over, he did not expect this. Suddenly she stopped. "There, next time will be much more memorable billy, I hope you remember to wiggle." "Now, lunch please," she commanded, looking stern. Billy lowered his hem, trying not to look at his sister who was smiling in a funny way, sort of dazed almost. He mince off, his burning behind reminding him to wiggle. That really hurt, but he felt funny inside too. Billy's day continued, delivering lunch, being told servants ate in the kitchen, having to wait on them while they ate. He complained to his mother, she reminded him that the website said to treat him as a maid, to keep him on his feet as much as possible in the heels, that was just what they were doing. He groaned. While washing the dishes, forced to do them by hand, he looked at the dishwasher sitting idle, almost mocking him. Billy contemplated what he had got himself into. There really was no way out of this now, but did he really hate it? After lunch he tugged the vacuum out of the closet, he knew he would be exposed, so he knelt before it, pulling it out carefully. His mother walked by, noticing he was kneeling rather than bending over. "Good girl billy" she said, teasingly. "Now you are using your head," She stood before him, telling him which rooms needed vacuuming, reminding him to dust them first as he knelt there looking up at him. His dress barely covered his legs, hands resting on his thighs, slowly caressing the tan nylon covering them, trying not to draw attention to what he was doing as he listened. She reached down and took his chin, lifting his head up, so he was looking at her, tilting it slowly back and forth. "Krissy did a fantastic job with your make up honey. You are very beautiful you know." She smiled and went on her way, leaving him in a daze still kneeling beside the vacuum. It sure seemed that she was happy that he was being forced to look so pretty. He glanced over at the hall mirror that was opposite the closet the vacuum was kept in. He saw a pretty blonde girl with a long pony tail kneeling, wearing a maids dress, he could see one of the padlocks that were fastening his heels to his delicate stocking encased foot. Looking up he saw the other lock, on his choker, above the softly made up face with delicate pink undertones. He had no idea things would move this far or this quickly. Where would it go next? Just then Krissy walked into the hall. "Where is Mom?" He saw the blonde girl in the mirror point down the hall. She grinned and said, "You look very cute kneeling there." Billy continued with his cleaning, they left him alone while he managed to "Hoover" the living room.. With the Dyson. Then he went to find his mother, to see what he needed to do next. He would rather sit, his feet were so sore, but she made it clear that was not an option. He found her sitting in her room, repairing a blouse with needle and thread. "Have you finished downstairs honey?" "Yes mom, I was hoping to rest for a while?" holding his hands in front of his apron, feet dancing a bit as he tried to relieve the pain the high heels were causing. "Hmmmm, have you checked the mail yet?" She looked into his eyes, his long eyelashes blinking rapidly. "No Mom, do I have to?" "Yes honey, this is one of your duties, each and every day, even on the weekend, so we can get our newspapers. Now off you go please." "Can I take off my apron?" he pleaded, tugging at it. "Oh don't be silly, we live in the country, no one is going to see you." Sighing, billy clicked away, tugging the dress down as much as he could again, could Krissy have found a shorter dress? He strongly doubted it. Just as he was leaving her room. "Billy." "Yes Mom." "Don't forget to wiggle your bum, I will be watching, all the way there and back. If I catch you not doing so, you will repeat the trip, but your behind will be red." He gulped. "Yes Mom." Opening the front door, the sun radiated down on him, it was a warm bright day, It was like a spotlight was on him and his legs were gleaming as the stockings became glossier as they reflected the intense light. The driveway was so long, at least half was covered with trees, hiding him. But that last stretch was wide open, no where to hide. His heels clicking on the pavement, tiny locks bouncing at his neck, and ankles, reminding him constantly, others controlled him. It was not long at all before he left the trees and was walking in the clear. His eyes were on the road, hoping no one would go by. They rarely did, but still. His behind was shifting side to side, the dress swinging back and forth, as he swiveled his hips, as instructed. His thighs would occasionally rub together, the soft nylon quite slippery as they met. This sent little shivers up his back. The nylon was tight too, encasing his legs, and bum, rubbing on his, well they were tight. His sister had given him energizer support hose, they would constantly remind him what he was wearing, all day massage indeed. He reached the mail box with no one seeing him, he was pulling out the paper and there was only one letter, when he heard a car! Oh great. He kept busy in the mail box, hoping they would continue on their way. They didn't. The car stopped, right behind him. He heard a power window rolling down. "Hello?" A woman's voice. He had to look, there was no way out, he turned, there was a pretty girl in the passenger seat, she must be in her early teens, her mother, it must be, they looked alike, called out again, "Hi there". Billy stammered a hello, blushing. He couldn't help it. "We are your neighbors, over there," pointing to the farmhouse next door, quite a way off actually, but their neighbor never the less. "I am Debbie and this is one of my daughters, Robyn, Amy is at a day camp today." Billy smiled nervously, before he could say anything she asked "do you work here?" He realized she meant it was odd, to see a maid, collecting the mail. "Uhm, oh no, we were playing a bit of dress up and Mom wanted the mail and paper," he sort of stammered. "Oh, well it is a very cute look, you will all have to come over for a dinner sometime, there is a nice walking trail connecting our two properties, I am sure you have noticed it?" "Oh yes, we were wondering where that went." She smiled. "It is a lovely walk, pop by anytime." She waved and they drove slowly off, the window rolling back up. Robyn waved and smiled cheerfully too. Obviously they did not notice he was a boy. When he arrived back home, he brought the paper and mail to his mother, telling her he met the neighbors. Of course there were lots of questions, which he answered. He blushed when she asked him what they said about him dressed as a pretty girl. He told her that he didn't think they knew he was a boy. "Oh, well we will have to straighten them out about that soon." We would? Now the people next door would know? "Dinner please," his mother said, waving her hand in front of his face, seems he was in a trance. Dinner was a repeat of lunch, he served them at the dining room table, forced to stand by, incase they required anything. Krissy would ask for her glass to be filled, or to pass the salt, or seconds served, just to have him wait on her. Watching closely to be sure he didn't bend. He was very careful, feeling strange, as he really acted the part of maid, during dinner. After clearing the table, he was permitted to eat, in the kitchen. Before cleaning up. It was almost an hour later he entered the living room and asked if he could sit down. His mother was knitting. "Be a dear and hold this ball of wool for me, it keeps rolling away. If you are tired, you can kneel here, beside my chair." His heart fluttered. Still the servant. Krissy piped up, "Don't forget my foot rub too billy," wiggling her toes at him. She tapped her watch, times a ticking. When his mother finished knitting, he turned to his sister, getting ready to get up and join her on the couch, to rub her foot as she had reminded him three times in the past thirty minutes. "Oh just stay there," she said, sliding down so her feet were at the end of the couch. Her feet were small, just like his own were, sort of cute too. Her painted nails, flashing red as he started he nightly duty. She sighed, "Oh I could so get used to this, can we keep him Mom?" she joked. Sara smiled. "Well for the summer we will, isn't it nice how helpful he has become?" Finally billy's day was over, he was upstairs, the heels and dress unlocked, and removed. Sitting in the tiny nightgown Krissy gave him, it was white and pink and it had to be the most girly one she had, he was sure. It was as short has his dress had been, with ruffles and lace. He was on his laptop, editing the website, he had had many ideas through the day. His heart was pounding as he clicked on the upload button, he was committed now, just as today proved, there would be no going back, he was going to be deep in it tomorrow. He wondered how it would morph, beyond his expectations. ******************** Day three, it continued. The sun streamed in the window, billy stretched and his legs slid across the sheets. The slippery pantyhose he was required to wear all the time, felt delicious as they rubbed over his sheets. He woke quickly. Wondering what today was going to bring, he had made quite a few changes to the site. His heart pounded thinking about what he had done. Getting out of bed he stepped on his floor and his foot hurt, it hurt a lot, he took a step and both feet hurt. He rubbed them, wondering why. Oh well, he may as well get to it, he limped to the bathroom for his morning shower. Krissy would, no doubt, provide him with today's outfit. He wondered what she would give as he lathered his long blonde hair. He hadn't had a hair cut in months and months. Returning to his room, sure enough Krissy had been in. There was a fresh pair of panties, white bikini cut, with pretty flowers in a light flimsy material. The same black dress he wore yesterday. It was pretty, but it was so short. There were new shoes on the floor, they were closed toe pumps, a bit of a suede finish, in black. Finishing off his outfit was a pair of black pantyhose. He felt butterflies again. He was to be a maid again then. He dressed, there were three padlocks in the pile of clothes, he locked the shoes on, and the choker again. There were no keys though. He was at their mercy once again. The shoes, the heels on them. They were high, much higher than the previous shoes. With his tiny feet, he was almost standing on his toes. The arch was painful, but he noticed when he put the shoes on, his feet didn't hurt as they did when he walked barefoot. That was strange, was he getting so he would have to wear high heels, or not be able to walk? He hadn't thought of that. There was no apron, perhaps Krissy had it. He could hear her talking on the phone in the kitchen. He made his way downstairs. She greeted him with a smile. "Mom zipped out early this morning, she will be back in about twenty minutes. She said that way you could have coffee and breakfast ready for us when she returned. Pancakes would be nice," She nodded to provide extra emphasis with that suggestion, her brunette curls bouncing. "Oh", she turned and picked up the apron on the kitchen table, "let's not forget this". Motioning for him to come over. His heels clicked loudly as obeyed her. "Billy!" "What?" "You are not wiggling, do you really want to start the morning with a spanking? Go back and do it again. Wiggle your bum please." He felt humiliated doing this in front of her, he felt tingles again though as he did so, knowing the dress was swishing over his bum, barely covering it. He had finished making coffee, pouring Krissy a cup, kneeling as he presented it to her meekly. He was enjoying serving her, she did take such advantage of him too. "More sugar please" she said, handing the cup back. Of course he had to go back to the counter, add more sugar, walk back wiggling his tush, and kneel again. He knelt, waiting to see if she was pleased this time. Just then Sara entered the room, returning from a shopping trip as she placed two bags on the table. She looked at billy, kneeling before Krissy submissively, wondering how he was going to react with what was in store for him today. Oh well, he had no choice. "Good morning sleepy head," she teased him. "I have some things for you, come over here please." He rose off his knees, trying not to expose his behind, knowing the short dress would not be covering his panties as he did so. Krissy giggled and reached for the fly swatter again, teasing him. He quickly made his way to his mother, who opened the laptop which was on the website. Oh they had read it already. Billy thought, then wondered what was going to happen now. Sara pointed to the screen, read that please. She waited while billy pretended to read. "Cuffs? Chains? Curtsies? Dancing? nooooooo Mom, please." Sara dumped one bag on the table, there were five pink dog collars, four were very small. One must be for a larger pet billy thought. She picked a small one up. "Wrist please" Billy gulped and held up his wrist, she fastened one of the smaller collars on his left wrist. There was a click as a tiny padlock was shut. He looked at the pink ring around his wrist. She picked up another collar. "Next please". Billy held up his right wrist, the pink collar was locked on it as well, just like his left wrist. Krissy giggled. Sara knelt before him, billy felt her fingers sliding around his nylon clad ankle as yet another pink collar was locked on him. Shorty both ankles had pink collars locked on. Then she dumped out the other bag, it clinked as a series of different length chains tumbled out. "Billy, as you read, to shorten your step your ankles need to be hobbled to restrict the length you can move your foot. They also said, it was important to keep your shoulders straight, to avoid twisting your hips, so the wrists must be manacled as well," she fastened the shortest chain between his two wrists, it had wide links, two more clicks as the locks clicked shut. She bent down and taking another slightly longer chain, also with wide links, she connected his ankles together with this. He looked down, the pink was very bright, the chains a shiny silver also gleamed, he moved and heard the heavy chain rattle on the floor. He tried a step, it was short, barely eight inches. He tugged at his wrists, they were almost touching. But it wasn't to end here. No, there was one more collar. He, of course had suggested on the web site that his wrists and ankles be locked, but that was the end of it, there was another long chain, and one more collar still on the table. "Krissy can you remove the choker please," Sara asked her daughter. She lifted the last collar, the larger one. As soon as Krissy removed the choker, Sara stood before billy, who was very quiet, standing like a statue, trembling a bit and locked the last collar around his neck. Taking the longer chain, she used one more lock to attach it to the front of "his" new collar. She fed it through the wide chain at his wrists, it was a narrow chain compared to the other two hobbling his ankles and wrists, so it slipped through the links with ease. She then locked it to the center of the chain between his ankles. "There, now you have to keep your wrists centered in front of you, you can raise and lower them, but will not be able to twist. I should email this suggestion to the website, I think it is a good idea." Billy tugged at his wrists, he felt so helpless now, he moved them up a bit, the chains rattled as he did so, he took another step, the tight pantyhose squeezed him all over, the chain clinked as he took a tiny step. "Now billy, lower your head, hold on to your dress and move your right foot behind your left." She waited for him to follow her instructions. "Bend your knees outward and keep your back straight. Don't bend, if you do your bum will stick out and I will smack it. Bend straight." He followed her directions. "Gracefully stand up straight, do it slowly," she instructed. He did so. "This is a curtsy. The site said this will strengthen your hips, to do them often. Each time you enter a room with someone in it, you will stop and do a curtsy. If you are given a direction, you will do a curtsy indicating you understand. Do you understand?" Billy blushed and performed a curtsy. "Good. They also said we can use curtsies as a punishment. If you are slow doing a task, or mess it up, fail to wiggle your bum, we should make you do ten or more curtsies. You will still be spanked too, if you show your panties or fail to wiggle, but now you will curtsy too. Do you understand?" He curtsied again blushing more when she mentioned being spanked. Krissy was covering her mouth, trying not to giggle. This was so good, watching her brother reduced to this. "Billy, the site did not say anything about this, but there is another type of curtsy, it is a court curtsy. So follow along and I will teach you how to do this one too, it is harder to do." Billy was surprised, he knew nothing about this, and as she said, it was not on the site, here we go again, changes beyond his control. "This curtsy is a deeper form of respect, you bend deeper. Extend your right foot behind your left, keep your back straight and lower your head, look down. Bend your knees outward again but do so until your right knee is almost on the floor. Stay that way until I tell you to rise." Billy did not too bad of a job with his first court curtsy, she made him do five more until he was more graceful. When you want to speak to either of us, I want you to do a court curtsy and wait until you are told to rise, then you will be given permission to speak. Do you understand?" Billy curtsied yet again, blushing, humiliated. "You are not permitted to talk unless you do one of those curtsies, to ask permission." Krissy said "Don't forget the dancing Mom," she offered helpfully, so enjoying watching her brother blush. Billy looked at his mother. "The site offered, to exercise your hip, dancing on the spot, a slow dance, where you wiggle your hips, move your feet slowly, circle but don't move too much. Just a slow dance. Turning in a circle with lots of bum wiggling. So when one of us says to 'dance for me billy'. This is what you will do. You will dance until you are told you may stop. Do you understand?" He curtsied one more time, almost in a trance now. "They also said you can rest now and then, but not sitting, that kneeling is better, if you kneel and stretch out your back, folding your chest on to your legs, it is a good exercise and allows you to rest. When you have nothing to do, you may kneel. Stretch your arms before you, over your head so you are almost flat on the floor. Try it now please." Billy curtsied, he remembered, then knelt down, slid his hands along his thighs and stretched them over his head, until his forehead was on the floor. "Good, stay that way until I tell you to rise please." Billy hadn't realized, but he was stretched out before his sister, she casually pressed her foot onto the chain between his wrists, holding it tightly to the floor while she talked to her mom. He was quite stuck. "Mom I had a phone call this morning, cousin Jenny said she can come for a visit this summer, she will let us know how soon she can leave." "That is great news, I know she will love all the open space here, being stuck in the city all the time. You will all have a lot of fun showing her around." Krissy giggled. "She will enjoy having a maid to serve her too," pointing to billy, kneeling before her helplessly. Jenny was about six months younger than billy, she was also quite beautiful. She got along very well with both billy and Krissy. Sara told billy he could get up and make breakfast now, Krissy waited a minute before moving her foot, she felt him tugging on his wrists but he was unable to get up until she released him. "Mom I don't have to continue this if Jenny is coming do I?" tugging on his chains, trying to get use to his restricted movements. "Billy! You are to do a court curtsy before speaking, next time you speak without permission will be punished!" She gave him a stern look and continued. "Billy, you are going to continue with this program until at least the end of the summer, longer if it is working, being home schooled we don't have to worry about others seeing you, besides it is for your health. There is no discussion about this." Billy groaned, Jenny was going to be worse than Krissy, he just knew it, but then tingles started again, deeper ones, to be forced to serve the three of them. OMG. Billy was making the pancakes, standing before the stove, his reach was limited being shackled, it was very difficult to cook. "Billy, while you are standing there, you could be dancing, you don't have to turn, you can dance on the spot. So billy, dance for me please." Billy started to dance, slowly, moving his hips back and forth when he heard "Billy! I gave you a command, what do you do when given a command?" Billy turned he quickly curtsied. "Five more please, you must remember this." When billy finished embarrassing himself more, with the degrading curtsies in the so short dress. The chains rattled as he completed each curtsy causing him to be reminded what he was reduced to, he began to cook again, dancing slowly. "I ran into our neighbor when in town, she was at the pet store also. She mentioned meeting my daughter the maid at the mail box." Krissy giggled. "Did you straighten her out Mom?" Billy listened, he froze on the spot. "Yes, I explained about billy and his snapping hip syndrome and how painful it was, that we found this website, I gave her the address of it, is that what it is called? Address? Billy?" "Yes Mom, it is an address." "Keep dancing dear," she continued, "anyway she understood and said that billy was very pretty. I told him how the site said we needed the chains, she suggested the center chain, wasn't that nice?" Krissy nodded. "It does limit his twisting, does she seem nice?" "Yes, I met her daughters too, they are quite cute. They may be interested in the home schooling, it seems that there are no schools near here, so they may come here for their schooling." Sara looked at Krissy grinning. "She also said, if we run out of chores here, that they could sure use a maid next door, any time we wanted to send her, uhm him over. Robyn asked if he was a good cook." "Oh Mom you wouldn't would you?" "I don't know Krissy, she works two jobs and has that house to take care of by herself, she has it tough too, it is nice to help out neighbors when you can. Billy would benefit from doing the chores, so maybe." His heart was pounding, to be next door, chained up and locked in his clothes, forced to do chores for strangers? In front of her two daughters? Would they be allowed to tell him what to do as well? Probably. The keys wouldn't even be in the same house, he would truly be helpless. The feelings were almost overpowering billy now, with the pancakes cooked, he brought them over to the table, placing a stack of them in the center. He already had the syrup and butter on the table. His chains rattled as he went to get them both juice. Returning he poured, with difficulty, each of them a glass of juice. He knew he was bending but they were deep in conversation about the neighbors. Sara noticed he had finished serving, she pointed to the floor. "Just kneel there until we are finished billy. Stretch out as before please." As they ate, the phone rang, Sara went to answer and billy promptly sat up, kneeling normally. When Sara returned she was annoyed. "Billy I told you to kneel. Now kneel and stretch out." He did, extending toward her chair. Before sitting, she lifted her chair and placed the leg between his arms, by his cuffs. When she sat, he was stuck there, he tugged but the leg of the chair was holding his arms secure. They at a leisurely breakfast while he was secured in his chains. She did it without comment. Krissy got up to get another juice for both of them, she giggled and snatched the fly swatter from the table and gave his bum a few slaps, after all, his dress rode up exposing his pretty white panties. He was unable to pull his dress down, with his arms locked around the chair. Sara took her glass of juice rising. "Oh you too, always joking around," and left them as she went to make some phone calls. Krissy sat in her seat, placing her feet between billy's arms, coincidentally lining them up under his face. He was stretched out so far, he couldn't turn his head away. She was so evil sometimes. She nibbled on the last of her pancakes and drank her juice slowly while he knelt there, face pressed into her feet unable to move. She was going to have such fun with him today she thought. Planning as she wiggled her toes.