Two Naughty Maids
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RENT-A-MAIDS by Throne
Ted and Jack were in the back of one of the company vans, perched on
little jump seats, held in place by shoulder and lap belts that they
couldn't unhook. The ID badges they wore didn't show their real names,
but said Teedles and Jacleen. And those IDs weren't pinned to masculine
shirts or jackets, but to the tops of maid uniforms. As the vehicle
rolled along through a suburban neighborhood the two young men looked at
each other in distress.
"How much longer is this going to go on?" Ted asked worriedly.
"I don't know," Jack responded whinily. "I thought those gambling debts
we ran up would be paid off quickly."
"So did I, when we signed the contracts. But the way our employers keep
charging us for uniforms and supplies and cosmetics, we actually owe
almost the same as when we started this job three weeks ago."
"I don't know how much longer I can do this." Ted sighed. "It's so
shameful. And my feet hurt from wearing heels all day. I wish I could
get off my feet more."
"Don't say that. Our customers are only hiring us because they know
we're really guys, and that we got tricked into this, and because they,
well, would like to get us off our feet."
"I know, I know. Dyreesha keeps reminding us that we really could pay
down our balances if we... you know... got off our feet."
"And onto our knees," Ted said weakly. "But I could never do that. I'm
straight, damn it. Just the thought of touching another guy's dingus,
let alone using my lips or tongue to... to..." He make a sound like
'ulk' deep in his throat.
"Of course. Me too. It's just that it feels like this nightmare will
never end. I just want to get back into some male clothes and let my
body hair grow back and, you know, get out of those awful... those..."
"Our chastity tubes. That's the worst part. I mean, some of the women
whose homes we've been in, they're so sexy and they dress to show it off
and go out of their way to tease us with their bodies." He whimpered.
"My balls are so sore from not being able to get off."
The van, a white one with the words RENT-A-MAIDS on the sides in dark
pink, left the area it had been passing through and followed a secondary
road out into the countryside, finally turning off onto a long access
road that led to an impressive mansion with walled grounds. The vehicle
pulled up to the front gate and stopped. The driver, a Black woman
wearing lots of make-up, with her short hair tinted red, pressed the
button alongside an intercom.
"Hello?" said a male voice.
"Hey, Burt," the driver answered cheerily. "It's Dyreesha. I have your
cute sissy maids, all ready to do some more cleaning up and showing off.
We're so happy you wanted them back for a second time."
From the speaker came an amused chuckle. "Bring them right around
back."
The gate slid aside and she drove through, starting up a circular drive
that led to the impressive front doors, but then cutting off along a
narrower branch that took her to the rear of the building.
"Heh, heh," she chortled to herself. "The service entrance."
Dyreesha opened her door and swung out. She was tall and exceptionally
curvaceous, with hefty breasts, flaring hips, wide protruding bottom,
and overly full thighs, all of it shown off by the grey tank top and
brief red shorts she wore. When she unlocked the back of the van and
opened it, there sat the two unhappy looking guys. They instinctively
pressed their knees together because their skirts were so tiny and their
panties were barely there. Stockings encased their smooth hairless legs
and their feet were crammed into high heels that were a size too small.
The tops of their uniforms weren't much better, short-sleeved blouses
covered by bib fronts that extended upward from the skirts. The outfits
were completed by little frilly aprons and matching caps. Their hair
was still on the short side but had been styled and tinted enough to
make it fit their sissyish look.
"Let's go, girls. Time's wasting. Mr. Prand wants to see you getting
busy. In fact, he can't wait to see your legs and, every time you bend
forward, those cute tushies." She reached in to enter a code on a
mounted keypad, which released all of the safety belts.
The male maids, freed from their restraints, got up and stepped out,
balancing with difficulty on their tall heels. They each took a few
steps to limber up their leg muscles, then turned back to the van to
gather up their cleaning equipment and supplies. Carrying mops and
brooms with short handles, undersized buckets, puffy featherdusters, and
baskets of perfumed cleansing products, they entered the mansion.
Dyreesha followed, got ahead of them, and led them down a long corridor
that brought them to an unfinished hallway with many doors leading off
of it.
They were met by a handsome man in a sportcoat and slacks. His clothes
were expensive and his haircut was very recent. He grinned at the pair
of unmanly males.
The striking Black woman said, "How's it going, Burt? Do you think your
boss'll like the girls' faces better this time?"
Burt considered their features, the heavier-than-previously use of
eyeliner, shade, lipstick and gloss. He nodded at the long thick false
eyelashes. "This is exactly what Mr. Prand prefers. He loves for his
sissies' faces to be overdone. And I think it's a real turn-on, too.
Did they bring the gloves?"
"For sure. Put them on, ladies."
Tucked under the sides of the ties of their aprons were fingerless lace
gloves, which they slid free and donned. It drew extra attention to the
guys' fingernails, which had extensions on them and were painted
magenta, with glitter in the polish. Not the most practical style for
maids, but in this case appearance took precedence over practicality.
Burt smiled and told them to hold hands. It was a small indignity but
exactly the kind of thing his employer loved to do to straight guys who
had been feminized. Ted and Jack blushed prettily as their fingers
touched. Burt signalled them to follow him.
Dyreesha called out, "Have fun on the job, sweeties. I'll be back to
pick you up after your visit is done... whenever that'll be."
The two of them became considerably less pink-cheeked as they worried
for how long Mr. Prand had paid to have them there. Last time it had
just been an introductory visit, a few hours during which the fabulously
wealthy customer watched them dust and polish and then sweep up and mop
with those too short implements that forced them to bend well forward
while the worked, making their skirts rise up in the back. Prand had
made sure he was behind them so he got a good look at their 'goods'.
The maids were humiliated to be admired by another man, especially when
he started to make comments.
"You have a really cute bottom, Teedles. I wonder if it feels as good
as it looks. And yours is nice too, Jacleen, but I'd rather see it
after a good hard spanking. I'm sure Burt would love to help us with
that."
But there was a catch in the contracts that Rent-A-Maids used. The
client paid a basic fee for cleaning work. Anything else cost extra.
That would give the workers a chance to earn more and, in the case of
this pair, reduce their indebtedness. But if they didn't want to
perform extra duties they could always say no. Which, in turn, would
slow down paying off what they owed. It put the maids into a terrible
dilemma. Allow more and be remunerated for it, or refuse and have their
indentured state last longer. Perhaps much longer, after the way they
were charged for incidentals.
Up until now they had declined all requests from their various
customers. But their willpower was eroding. They needed that extra
income if they were ever going to escape from servitude. They were
thinking about that as Burt led them to a door at the end of the
utilitarian hallway, opened it, and gestured for them to go through.
When they did they were in a bedroom, with Mr. Prand sitting comfortably
in a wingback chair. The chair was an antique but his suit was brand
new and, the maids were sure, worth much more than their oppressive
debt.
"Well, hello my charming sissy maids. I'm afraid that gorgeous four-
poster bed was left unmade. Would you two be helpful and make it? Be
sure to fluff up the pillows. I know you could both be great fluffers.
And you don't mind if I watch you work, do you?"
The feminized twosome made deep curtsies. Ted said it would be fine for
Mr. Prand to watch. Jack agreed and added that they would be flattered.
Sometimes a few flirtatious words could earn them a tip, which this man
could easily afford. At the same time, Ted remembered that Dyreesha had
bought very expensive perfume for them and they would have to pay for
it. That would more than cancel out any tip they got, if they were even
lucky enough to be given one.
The pair began straightening up the sheet and cover on the bed. They
dutifully made a show of plumping up the pillows. Ted even caught
himself bending over more than necessary, hoping to please the client.
When this all started he wouldn't have believed that he could sink to
such an effort. At the same time, Jack glanced back over his shoulder
and gave Mr. Prand a shy smile. It was shameful but he was desperate to
be free of his girly role. Both male maids were close to their
breaking point.
Their customer got up and came closer. He stood right behind Ted and
suggested, "If you were to lean forward and give that tempting backside
of yours a wiggle, and then invite me to pat it and stroke it and spend
some time appreciating it that way, I wouldn't mind paying the extra
fee. How about it, Teedles? And you, Jacleen, wouldn't you like to do
the same thing for Burt? Hmmm?"
The two sissy maids visibly wavered. They might never get out of this
trap if they didn't relent, at least a little. Just letting these men
touch you wasn't THAT bad, was it? But the maids weren't gay, like
those two guys drooling over them. Yet... But... Then, almost as one,
they assumed the desired posture and gave the hoped for tight hip shake.
Mr. Prand asked Ted if he wanted to be touched. Of course, putting it
that way, suggesting that Ted desired it, changed the situation, and the
unlucky maid hesitated. His tormenter savored the way Ted squirmed, his
mental discomfort made physical.
After long seconds Ted said, in a small soft voice, "Yes, Sir. I...
want you to... touch me."
"And WHERE do you want me to touch you, Teedles?"
"On my bum." He took a deep breath. "I want you to touch me on my bum.
Wherever you want for as long as you want and... everything."
Although mildly disappointed that the game hadn't lasted longer, Mr.
Prand was happy to get his hands on those soft satiny ovals, to give
each one a squeeze, and to make their less-than-eager owner whimper
audibly. Getting behind Jack, Burt performed the same ritual of
obtaining permission. For the second male maid it was even more
uncomfortable. He panted and sobbed. Mr. Prand was ecstatic. He was
feeling-up one reluctant sissy while the other was suffering prolonged
torments. At last Jack succumbed and then both maids were bent over
being pawed, at the same time looking directly into each other's eyes.
That went on for a bit, with the maids encouraged to give more wiggles,
to make soft cooing sounds as if they were enjoying their treatment, and
to breath heavily like they wanted more. To keep them off balance, Mr.
Prand suddenly stopped and politely asked Burt to do the same. Then he
noted that the maids had more work to do. Burt set them to cleaning one
of the bathrooms on the first floor. The sharp contrast between that
demeaning job and being appreciated in the bedroom wasn't lost on them.
They were forced to make a mental comparison between letting guys touch
them and acting receptive to it, or cleaning toilets. Getting paid
more or earning less. After a while the maids were allowed to stop work
again.
They all moved to a spacious living room and the next two hours went on
like their time in the bedroom, with Mr. Prand and Burt coaxing Ted and
Jack into making more small concessions, along with a few bigger ones.
They had the maids kneeling and buffing their shoes while they sat in
comfort. Then staying there to massage their legs, slowly working
higher. Finally, Mr. Prand announced that he hoped they would do one
more thing for him, and mentioned that it would include him making a
substantial payment to their accounts.
"It's simple," he said cheerily. "I want to see you -- and I'm sure
Burt does too -- show each other a little affection. I'm not asking for
anything nasty. Just some hugs to start. A few innocent kisses on the
cheeks. Maybe rubbing your crotches together. I mean, with those
chastity cages on it's not like anything serious can happen. Neither
of you will even be able to get hard, so there can't be the
embarrassment of having an erection. It'll all just be for fun. Good
clean innocent fun. Right, girls?"
They reluctantly agreed. They had no desire to do any of what he was
outlining, but the thought of paying down their gambling debts was
enticing. The reminder of their enfoced chastity hurt. Having those
cages on was distorting their thinking. Going without relief affected
their decision-making abilities. Hesitantly, they moved closer
together, eyeing each other uncertainly. The watchers were seated in
well upholstered chairs, at ease as they waited. Mr. Prand savored the
obvious discomfort of the guys who were trying to satisfy him even
though it went against all their masculine instincts. They got closer
still and raised their arms, then Ted took a step and embraced Jack, who
returned the hug.
At that moment, Mr. Prand, without looking away from the delightful
scene he had orchestrated, pushed a small button under the edge of the
pedestal table next to him. He glanced sidelong at Burt and they shared
a secret smile. Ted inched his head forward and pressed his lips
lightly against Jack's cheek. When he withdrew, Jack did the same to
him, though he was a bit closer to Ted's mouth than Ted had been to his.
Confused and edging toward anger, Ted gave him a dirty look and kissed
him full on the mouth. At that moment, with impeccable timing, in
answer to Mr. Prand pushing that button, a female attendant appeared.
She was tall and slender, with modest but attractive curves, and wore a
white blouse with puffy sleeves, a vest of soft, light brown leather,
tight pants, and riding boots.
In a well-modulated voice she asked, "What may I get you, Sir?"
The sissy maids froze in that shameful position, not even thinking to
break their embrace or that easily misinterpreted kiss. It was awful
enough being seen like that by other men, but there was something
especially humiliating about having a female see them that way. In slow
motion they seperated their lips but, fearful of upsetting their
employer-of-the-moment and losing some of the money they were demeaning
themselves to gain, they didn't back out of that hug.
Mr. Prand told the attractive woman, "Drinks, please, Julia. Our usual,
I think." He turned to Burt. "Yes?" The other agreed with a nod and
the woman left.
"Now," Mr. Prand said to the maids, as if everything that was happening
was perfectly normal and expected, "would you like to use your hands on
each other? Touching here and there?"
This was the worst thing that had happened since circumstances had
forced them into this unwanted employment. But they were desperate, off
balance, stressed out, and upset with each other over those kisses. Ted
grabbed Jack's hips and pulled their bodies together, grinding his
crotch hard against the other maid's. Jack responded by planting his
lips on Ted's and, catching him in open-mouthed surprise, shoving his
tongue in. Their hands roved up and down, roughly exploring each other.
In a frenzy of emotional turmoil, they continued that sexual aggression
while the attendant returned, in her hands a silver tray on which rested
a bottle of excellent whisky and two short wide glasses with ice in
them.
As she poured drinks the sissy maids sank to their knees, each one's
hands disarranging the other's scanty clothing. The woman peeked at
them and smirked to herself. Her boss was an expert at influencing guys
in their situation. Mr. Prand watched hungrily. He accepted his drink
and took a sip, sighed approvingly, and set the glass on the table.
Ted and Jack were still pawing each other furiously when they came to
their senses. The temporary loss of control that Mr. Prand had
manipulated them into ended instantly. They knelt there in front of
three sets of alert eyes, blushing vividly. Julia went over to them,
creating a distraction.
She looked down and said, "What ARE you girls doing?"
Mr. Prand turned to Burt and said, too low for the maids to hear
clearly, "I can't wait until we let them know how long they're going to
be here."
"Make sure I'm in the room when you do it, please. I'm already
imagining the looks on their sissy faces when they learn that we have
them for an entire week."
"Now, before this goes any further, why don't we make some bets about
how far we can push them, and what else we can make them do to each
other?"
"And to us," Burt added, raising his glass.
His boss raised his drink as well and they shared an 'air toast'. "The
usual stakes?"
"Yes, Sir. One dollar for each wager. After all, when we tell them
about our gambling, we wouldn't want them to get the idea that a couple
of sissy maids are worth more than that."
The men chuckled and then returned their focus to the two figures
kneeling on the plush carpet, quivering, shrinking under Julia's gaze
while they tried to straighten their maid outfits and perhaps regain a
bit of pride, unlikely as that was.
*********
(Yes, that's the end of our tale. I wish it could go on longer. But it
was an idea that had been in my mind for a while and I wanted to commit
it to print. If I tried to continue it as much as I'd like to, it would
wind up in my DRAFTS section along with other uncompleted efforts like
the recent BETA BOYFRIEND and the earlier SURROGATE SISSY. So, better
to post an abbreviated version than nothing. And maybe I'll get back to
this fun theme later, so if anyone wants to make suggestions, please
include them in a Review.)
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