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The Unbearable Lightness of Lace Dedicated to the genius that is Melissa Daniels Chapter 4 "How do you know Paul Phillips? whispered Rachel as Paul stood at the bar to order a set of cocktails for the girls. "And why has he invited you here tonight?" "He's a very senior manager with M&R - the company I work for," said Lucy as she eyed Rachel's beautiful pink petticoat puffed frock again. "But he mustn't know that I'm really Mark Peyton!" Her former girlfriend looked a million dollars wearing it. Why hadn't she ever dressed like that when they had been an item? Rachel had of course worn skirts and dresses from time to time, though she preferred jeans and floppy layered tops, but the skirts and dresses had always been sensible looking ones - modest, not too revealing, rather plain really, certainly never anything that a breathless bimbo might wear. This outfit tonight was unheard of for her. Why, it was precisely the sort of thing a Lily Academy girl might choose from the dress wardrobe if she was awarded a date night. "But what are YOU doing here?" The girls eyes one another, both critically aware of how gorgeous each other looked. "He's my boyfriend," said Rachel, protectively, as if marking her territory from the potential threat of the sexy Lucy Squeals in her short red dress. "Well, sort of. I think he is." She glanced back round at him. "I've been seeing him now for a while. We met at a wine bar near where I work, and... well..." She blushed bright red. "You're sleeping with him? With Paul Phillips?!" Lucy stared aghast. Lucy of course knew of Paul Phillips and his reputation at the company: he was the Number One Alpha Male at M&R and, so it was rumoured, Melissa Daniels's personal favourite in the management hierarchy - her unofficial 'Number Two' who she trusted with all her most intimate and important projects. She trusted him with a degree of trust that was very rarely awarded to anyone else, and, if the truth was known, he returned that trust with an unwavering dedication and loyalty to Melissa's goals and ambitions. He bought into the vision of a New World Order of feminized sissies with considerable enthusiasm it seemed. He was in a sense Willie Garvin, to Melissa's Modesty Blaise. "Sssshhhh! Not so loud!" Rachel put a finger to her cherry red lips, afraid that the other distinguished looking guests at the Hotel might have overheard. Such a slutty shade of lipstick, thought Lucy to herself. And then she thought, I must find out where she got the lipstick from! It's simply to die for! The thought of wearing such slutty lipstick made her feel weak at the knees again, triggering some more subtle pulses from the chastity belt. "Ohhh..." she whimpered quietly, eyelashes fluttering and heart beating quickly. "Is something wrong? Are you feeling faint?" Rachel too seemed a little breathless. "I feel a little the same way... it' s this corset... so tight... so constricting..." She took quick little gasps of air and fluttered her hands as if to aid her breathing. "He told me to wear it..." "He told you... to wear it?" Lucy stared at Rachel. Rachel had always been such a strong willed woman. "Well, um, I mean, that is to say..." she waved her hands in a flustered manner again. "He simply asked me to and..." "Now now, Rachel, let's not give pretty little Lucy here the wrong idea," said the broad shouldered Paul Phillips as he returned with two sparkly cocktails in hand. "I didn't simply 'ask' you to wear that pink floral patterned corset, did I?" "Um..." Rachel blushed bright red again as she accepted the sweet pink cocktail with cherries and an umbrella in the glass. The last time Lucy had seen Rachel order an alcoholic drink, it had been straight Russian vodka with a mixer. "Well..." Paul laughed as he handed Lucy a slightly redder looking cocktail. The drinks it seemed were colour co-ordinated with their dresses. "Tell Lucy what I actually said, Rachel." "Please, Paul... please don't make me say..." "Rachel?" Paul gave her a stern look and to Lucy's surprise, Rachel folded and turned to her. "Paul gave me a pink corset with floral designs and told me I was to wear it tonight." "And?" Paul smiled approvingly. "And... and... Oh God... if I didn't... he would..." "You're doing well so far, Rachel. Lucy wants to know. Tell her." "If I didn't... I'd be spanked." She sipped her cocktail quickly and lowered her eyes. "Spanked?!" Lucy felt another series of pulses in her belt. Her knees quivered with the thought of Paul Phillips bending Rachel Matthews over his knee, hiking up her skirt and spanking her until she screamed. "Yes..." Rachel sipped her drink again. She felt like she wanted the Earth to open up and swallow her whole. "Believe me, Rachel doesn't like being spanked. Do you, Rachel?" "No," she said very quietly. "I bought her the dress too," added Paul. "Doesn't she look lovely in it?' "Oh yes, Mr Phillips!" said Lucy with genuine enthusiasm. "It's a beautiful dress!" "You little slutty minx," laughed Paul. "I bet you're dying to wear it yourself. You Lily Academy girls are all the same. So then, now you have your cocktails, shall we find our table? This way I think..." "Good evening, and welcome to M&R. My name is Fawn and I will be your waitress tonight." The Maid was truly a sight to behold as she curtsied demurely by the table. Lucy was alarmed to notice that Fawn had the same blonde hairstyle as her, cut in exactly the same way - what was known as Sissy Hair Style Number 3. Fawn's makeup was also very similar, giving the spooky impression that Lucy was looking at herself in a maid's dress. The girl wore a figure hugging black French Maid's uniform with a low cut neck line that showed off a considerable degree of deeply defined bosom, and a very short hemline that was flared out by the addition of a wide petticoat worn beneath the main garment. The garment was edged along the collar and cuffs with white lace. Over the dress the girl wore a lacy white apron, tied at the back in a prissy bow, and on her head was perched a small white lacy cap. She wore sheer stockings with straight seams and a frilly garter belt that matched the frilly panties which could be glimpsed whenever she had to bend over. Her glossy black heels were five inches high like Lucy's, except in Lucy's case of course she could spend most of her time sitting down. Fawn smiled at Lucy and Rachel and added an extra curtsey in recognition when she recognised Paul Phillips. Every girl in M&R recognised Paul Phillips, just as they always recognised Melissa Daniels. "Thank you, Fawn," Paul of course had no idea which identikit blonde bimbo Fawn was until she stated her name as they all looked very similar in their uniforms. "Can we begin with some wine? I think the girls will appreciate the fresh nose of citrus and lightly spiced pear aromas of the 2010 Bonneau du Martray, Corton Charlemagne." "Of course, Sir. A popular choice." Fawn curtsied again. "Not too popular I trust. It wouldn't do for me to follow the herd..." Paul laughed as he closed the wine list and winked at Rachel. "Oh no, Sir, not too popular, no!" Fawn looked flustered at the suggestion she had said something wrong. "Relax. It's just pleasant banter," said Paul as he placed a hand on Rachel's bare thigh at the table. Rachel reacted in an erotically charged manner that made Lucy suck in her breath and think the word, 'Slut!" to herself. Look at her! Little Miss Rachel Matthews, going all puppy eyed and quivering when bloody Paul Phillips puts his hand on her thigh, Lucy sneered silently. She was no better than the sluts at the Lily Academy. Lucy sat back in her chair at the table and crossed her arms in a superior attitude. Rachel in turn eyed Lucy with a stare that seemed to say, "don't you dare make a move on my boyfriend tonight, you little slutty tramp, in your slutty short red dress and 'fuck me' heels!" If Paul Phillips noticed this silent exchange of expressions at all, he gave no sign. "There is of course a reason why you're both with me tonight," said Paul as he handed the wine list to Fawn. "Rachel has been asking me what I do for a living, so I thought I'd show her. You may be surprised to know, Rachel, that Lucy here is actually a man... of sorts." Rachel feigned surprise, even though she knew perfectly well that Lucy Squeals was in actual fact her lying, cheating rat of an ex-boyfriend. "Really? I had no idea. She looks just like a girl!" "Of course. It's what we do at M&R. We feminize men to order. And as you can see from Lucy here, we do rather a good job at it. When I say she's technically a man I'm referring to the fact that she has a tiny penis locked away in a chastity belt under that short hemline. It's a pretty small and insignificant penis by all accounts, for Lucy was fitted quite snugly into our smallest size belt." "Hah!" Rachel sat back looking smug, for she of course knew from past experience just how small Mark's penis actually was. "I suspect you'd be looking at a penis about the size of your index finger," laughed Paul pleasantly, as Lucy cringed in embarrassment. "Can you imagine any woman being satisfied by that?" "I don't think any woman would be," sad Rachel, staring straight at Lucy with implied meaning. "I can see why it's locked away. Probably just as well. No use to anyone." "Indeed. And here's the thing, poor Lucy is never likely to ever, and I mean ever, touch her penis again. Can you imagine that? She'll never be able to put her hand on her penis ever again?" "Wow." Rachel was enjoying this very much. "In fact, there's a good chance she'll never even see it again. On the odd occasions she's unlocked, either for cleaning, or perhaps for a rare reward of being able to cum, she'll be on her back on a bed, legs spread and fastened to opposite bed supports, her hands buckled in tight leather restraints above her head to the headboard, and she'll be wearing a blackout blindfold. When she is allowed to cum, she'll have no way of stimulating her erection herself. Oh, she'll know it's there, springing into action the moment the belt is removed, but she won't even be able to squeeze her thighs together. Blindfolded, unable to see anything, a pair of soft feminine hands will lather lube over their fingers and set to work gliding up and down Lucy's minuscule penis. She'll have no control over the intensity or frequency of the strokes, nor will she be able to do anything more than just lie back and submit to the hand play. The teasing will be intense up to the point when she may, or may not be allowed to cum." "May not?" Rachel caught that part of the sentence with interest. "Yes. Sometimes sissies are only teased up to the brink of cuming, and then left to lie there unsated until the sensations abate. You can imagine how incredibly horny they are at that point, absolutely desperate for release, but then we simply spray their shafts with a numbing agent and down it goes, and once its shrivelled back to a limp size, on goes the belt again. The pitiful howls at that point are music to my ears." Paul laughed. Close by the table, Fawn returned with an ice bucket containing the champagne. Paul motioned for her to open it and set the bucket on the table. She served a small sample of the iced champagne which he tasted and nodded in approval. "The sponsors are of course girlfriends, wives, sometimes even mothers, who have despaired of their boyfriend/spouse/son ever amounting to much. They send them to us and we turn them into what they secretly crave to be. Most of the time they are blissfully unaware that their true place in society is as an ultra-feminine sissy girl. For them it's the natural order of things, but they're too conditioned by the expectations of society to understand that. Lucy for example probably thought she was a strong, virile rugged man before she came to M&R." Rachel laughed alongside Paul at that comment. "Oh no, he was never a rugged virile man," giggled Rachel as she accepted her glass of champagne. "Nothing of the sort." "How interesting. You almost make it sound as if you knew him." "Um, I meant to say, just looking at her now, it's obvious that..." Rachel quickly backtracked, placing the fingers of one hand to her mouth in dismay. "The women who sign the sissies over to us are referred to as sponsors, and we draw up precise contracts so that everything is above board and legal. The sissies are generally coerced or tricked in some fashion into signing the contracts too. On the whole we generally prefer our sponsors to be strong willed, perhaps dominant women. Can you guess why that is, Rachel?" "Um, no, not really..." "Well, because we invest a lot of time and effort into training our sissies, and between you and me it's a personal dream of Melissa Daniels that she's had since puberty - a New World Order where sissy men find themselves in their rightful places, in heels, short skirts and lots of makeup. And well, all out work would be wasted if we then handed over the sissy to a weak, easily manipulated sponsor who might cave in and allow the sissy all manner of freedoms and privileges. Some of them might even relent and let the sissy wear trousers again. Can you imagine that? All our work gone to waste." "Well, I suppose..." Rachel sipped her champagne and felt the ice cold taste of the fresh bubbles on her tongue. "It is something we try hard to avoid. Usually our vetting procedures allow us to ascertain the nature of the sponsor, but even so sometimes they end up relenting when the sissy eventually returns home. A very small percentage of course, but Melissa is a perfectionist and strives for a 100% boy to sissy ratio here at M&R. So what we do these days is we insert a clause into the sponsor forms where the sponsor agrees to maintain a firm, dominant control over the sissy once the programme begins. As an incentive to prevent any backsliding, there's a penalty fee to be paid by the sponsor of $250,000.00 if it turns out the sponsor can't fulfil her end of the contract." Rachel without warning suddenly coughed and choked on her champagne. She waved her hands in the air to signify she couldn't speak for the moment as the champagne had gone down her air passage by mistake. "Are you all right, Rachel?" asked Paul with apparent concern. "Of course on the rare occasion that there is breach of contract on the sponsor's side because she's just too submissive by nature and she can't maintain the feminization programme adequately, and the sponsor doesn't have $250,000.00 to hand, the sub clause converts the penalty fee to five years service in the M&R Hotel as a maid for the errant sponsor." Rachel emitted a strangled yelp as she stared at Lucy, then back at Paul, then back at Lucy and then back at Paul again. "That champagne really went down the wrong way, didn't it?" said Paul with concern as he patted Rachel's thigh again. "By the way, what do you think of the maid uniforms? Pretty aren't they?" He indicated the scandalously sexy uniform that pretty little Fawn was wearing. "The shoes are locked on the feet of course, and there's an incredibly tight corset underneath the dress. Can you imagine being a sponsor who falls foul of the dominant sub-clause and ends up working as a maid in one of those uniforms for five whole years alongside the sissy girls?" Paul tut-tutted. There was another half strangled yelp from Rachel as she struggled to get her voice back. She seemed to be in quite considerable distress for some reason. "But still, it's a very rare percentage. Most of our sponsors - nearly all in fact - are incredibly keen to keep their chosen sissy firmly in feminized bondage. After all, that's why they signed up in the first place." "I... I..." Rachel moaned softly, thinking back to the pages and pages of the contract that she and Lucy had signed retrospectively, back at the Lily Academy several weeks ago. "You know, Rachel, I think Fawn there is more or less the same dress size as you. Funny to think you could easily wear her maid's dress without any alterations. More champagne, girls?" Paul glanced at both of them with a smile. "You don't seem very hungry, girls," said Paul as he gazed at the plates. The food was delicious, but Rachel and Lucy had barely cleared a third of it. "It's this corset," said Rachel as she picked at the remaining food with her fork. "I feel full but I've hardly eaten anything. It's so tight, pushing my stomach in and I can only take small breaths." She fluttered her hands about her face, feeling hot and flushed. "Can't you just loosen it a little bit? Please?" "Of course not. The breathless look can be very cute on a girl," said Paul as he sipped his wine. "I don't care. I can't wait to get out of this thing tonight!" "I'm sure you do. Just imagine if you were one of the hotel maids here. They have to wear their corsets 24/7, except for when they're in the communal showers. They work, sleep and play in their corsets, because their corsets are lockable at the back. It's impossible for them to remove them on their own." "Yes, well, I'm not a hotel maid, am I?" sniffed Rachel as she drank a little water. "Well you're clearly not wearing a maid's uniform," said Paul. "Exactly." "I should perhaps mention why little Lucy in particular is here tonight. She won a night out from the Lily Academy in return for coming first in her class in the Oral 101 lesson." "Oral 101?" Rachel looked at Lucy in confusion. "Basically learning to give a man a blow job with style and panache. Our little Lucy here seems to be a natural and takes to the lesson like a duck to water." "YOU GAVE A MAN A BLOW JOB?!" Rachel stared at her ex-boyfriend in shock. "Not a man, Miss Matthews! It wasn't a real man, it was a realistic looking animatronic!" Lucy blushed red at the table. Why did Paul Phillips have to say that! "Oh, so that's so much more normal, isn't it?" sneered Rachel. "You total slut!" "No, they made me and..." "Oh, they made you," Rachel said in a mocking sing song voice. "I can't believe you're happy to suck men off! To think I used to go out with..." she quickly stopped herself. "Yes? You were about to say something, Rachel?" enquired Paul politely, apparently missing the actual meaning of what she was about to say. "Um, I was going to say, used to go out with... um... boyfriends... who... um... might have secretly wanted to do the same thing?" "Oh. Well, perhaps you should have sent those old boyfriends to M&R and we could have put them into pretty little frocks like our Lucy here," said Paul with a smile. "I took a look at Miss Garrison's report on Lucy before she arrived. You might be interested to know that her belt has sophisticated sensors that constantly monitor her biometric readings, and our little Lucy here gets very excited and aroused when she sucks cock, even an artificial cock." "No! No I don't! It's not true!" Lucy whimpered, pressing her thighs together at the thought. God, she felt so horny right now. The belt was still building her up with subtle pulses. "I'm afraid you do, Lucy. I've seen the numbers. You turn into quite the hot, panting, excited slut when you're on your knees with a cock in your mouth. The readings from your belt never lie." "Please, no... it's not true." "Why, you're probably hot and aroused even now, yes?" smiled Paul. "I mean, I could check with an app on my phone. I expect you are pretty excited, what with being in that sexy dress which must be a dream come true for you?" It WAS a very sexy dress, thought Lucy as she grew even more aroused at the thought of what she was wearing. And to make matters worse, the fact she was being forced to wear feminine things was even more of a turn on than doing so voluntarily. "I want to be a man again..." whimpered Lucy. "Well that's not going to happen. Not unless your sponsor relents of course. Whoever she might be." Paul emphasised that last line. "Of course if she did relent then we'd have $250,000 in the bank, or a new pretty maid working in the hotel. A win-win either way really. They are sexy maid uniforms, don't you think, Rachel?" "I really wouldn't know," said Rachel abruptly. "I have no idea what goes on in the male mind when it comes to fetish uniforms on girls." She looked angry. The evening hadn't turned out the way she had expected it to. "I have no experience in such things." "You'd probably feel very differently if you were wearing a maids uniform. I understand it induces a very dramatic perspective shift in the sissy or real girl wearing it." "Perhaps." Rachel reached into the small clutch bag and produced her compact mirror that she clicked open. "I need to fix my lipstick and powder," she said, hoping to end that line of conversation. "Where are the toilets?" "To the right, past the grand piano. Take Lucy with you. She probably needs a quick touch up of her lippy too, and it's good for you girls to get to know one another a bit. It'll give you a chance to enjoy some 'girl talk' without me eavesdropping. I'm sure you have plenty to say to one another..." Paul added with a wink. "I can't believe what a total slut you are!" hissed Rachel as she turned to face Lucy beside the wall length sinks and mirrors in the women's toilet. Both girls had placed their clutch bags on the sink counters and were sizing one another up. A couple of well dressed women in their late thirties were checking their hair and makeup further down the line of sinks, and were talking quite openly about their new 'boyfriends'. "Carlos is such an improvement over Stephen," said a dark haired woman in a flattering just above the knee black dress and three inch pumps. "Best thing I ever did was trade in at M&R. I just wish I'd heard of them ten years ago. I would have saved myself from some appalling relationships." Her friend, a gorgeous red head in a sea blue beaded dress of a similar cut laughed pleasantly. "Oh God yes. Same goes for my Peter. He works in this hotel actually. A total tramp now of course, but then I guess that's what he always secretly wanted. There's so many men like that these days, isn't there? They're all just longing to get into a dress and high heels. Practically begging for the opportunity." "I suppose. They do say the Government pumps oestrogen into the water supply these days. Have you noticed that our hunky new boyfriends, that Melissa hooked us up with, only ever drink bottled water? Makes you think, doesn't it?" "Mmm, yes. Actually, now you mention it, I seem to remember hearing that Melissa Daniels owns most of the National Water Companies. You don't think?" "Who knows. It's probably just an urban myth, but still." The dark haired woman giggled. "I can't wait to see the next report on Stephen. He's called Kelly now and he looks adorable in his school uniform. He pretends to hate it of course, but the biometric reports from his chastity belt never lie, do they?" "No, they certainly don't," agreed the red head. "If they didn't love being turned into girls they wouldn't be feeling so aroused all the time. That's what I always tell Peter when he sends me one of his funny begging letters. He, I mean she, always writes them on such cute scented pink notepaper with little hearts drawn above his name." "Boys will be girls," mused the dark haired woman as she finished fixing up her lipstick. "The world will definitely be a better place when they're all either feminized or pleasing us in bed." They finished up and, with just a brief nod of acknowledgement to Lucy and Rachel, swept past towards the door to rejoin their hunky dates in the restaurant. Lucy had listened in to the conversation with growing alarm. Were all the guests here part of the M&R hospitality programme? She had assumed there would be ordinary members of the public who knew nothing of M&R's activities. But those women had obviously traded in their husbands to be feminized and were now enjoying the liberating benefits of owning a sissy and dating a 'hunky' new boyfriend at the same time. How many women had taken that sort of option up? Now that Lucy thought about it, aside from Mr Phillips, the guests at the other tables in the restaurant followed a particular pattern - sophisticated well dressed, elegant looking women, obviously in control of their lives, accompanied by hunky young men, often resembling male models who deferred to them as if they were in charge. Were all the women clients of M&R and the young men 'dates' supplied by Melissa Daniels to take the place of the previous boyfriends and husbands? This was worse than Lucy had imagined. She had heard many references to a "New World Order' but still... to actually see the growing movement with her own eyes. And many of these woman now seemed to be in positions of influence if the snippets of conversation in the restaurant were anything to go by. Mr Phillips had pointed out women who now occupied senior positions in both Government offices and Private companies, ever since their male counterparts had 'stepped down' to more 'junior roles'. Were women taking over the positions of power previously held by men? And were the men themselves being turned into bimbo secretaries and maids? "Are you listening to me, Lucy?" snapped Rachel angrily. "I'm sorry, Miss Matthews. I was day dreaming..." "About boys and shoes, no doubt! God you're such as bimbo. To think you were once my boyfriend! Now listen, this corset is killing me. While we're in here I want you to help me loosen it a little bit. Paul will never know and when I return to the table I'll be able to breathe properly and actually eat more than a few mouthfuls. Help me out of this dress." Rachel turned round as Lucy began to pull the bright pink dress down her body until the dress was swimming around her ankles in a flounce of petticoats and taffeta. "God, I feel so ridiculously feminine in this dress." Rachel shivered nervously. "I'd never wear something like that anywhere else, but Paul insisted on it, like he did the corset. And... Lucy? Why are you just standing there like you suddenly realised you forgot to wear panties?" Because Lucy was staring at Rachel in amazement now that Rachel was visible in just her under garments. "Please Miss, you're wearing the same corset as me..." It was true, Rachel wore the exact same design - a pink floral patterned waist cinching corset, secured snugly at the back. "What? The nerve of that man! Giving me the same corset that's given to a sissy girl! Show me!" Rachel motioned for Lucy to unzip and pull her red dress down around her ankles too. As the silly airhead did so, Rachel could see an identical corset. Paul Phillips had obviously considered it amusing to dress both his dates the same way under their differing dresses. "See, Miss Matthews..." Lucy stood there nervously, one foot in the pool of her dress around her ankles, the other foot now stepped out from it. Both girls now stood there in just their underwear. "I do see. I'm not happy about this at all." Rachel shook her head in irritation. "Even the panties and bra are the same! We're dressed identically underneath our dresses!" "Yes, Miss Matthews. I didn't know..." "Well, I'll have words with Paul about this. In the meantime," she turned to present her back again to Lucy, "undo the laces and loosen the corset by two to three inches. It's far too tight!" Several seconds ticked by and again Lucy stood there with her mouth hanging open like a bimbo who couldn't choose which shoes to buy. "Now what?" Rachel tapped her fingers impatiently on the sink basin where she stood. "It's... I mean... I can't..." "What do you mean you can't?" "The laces in the corset..." Lucy touched the back panel of the pretty pink floral corset, "they're tucked away behind a modesty panel and that panel is locked shut. I can't see the laces. They're secured behind the panel and there isn't even a lock. I think... I think the corset must work along the same lines as the belts we wear - they open with a phone app. There's no way to undo your corset by hand." "No! No!" Rachel swivelled round in alarm, presenting her back to the sink mirrors and twisting her neck to be able to see for herself. What she saw was indeed a smooth back panel on the corset with no trace of the laces that tied her waist in so tightly. She was locked into the corset with no way to free herself. "No!" "It has to come off! It has to come off!" Rachel was squirming now as she bent forward over the sink worktops as Lucy tried to find some way of working the modesty panel of the corset free. "God, I can't breathe! I can't wear this all night!" "Take short little breaths, Miss Matthews," suggested Lucy. "It's what I've been doing all night since I was locked in mine. Your anxiety is only making things worse." Lucy couldn't totally disguise the feeling of satisfaction that her ex-girlfriend was in a similar predicament as her now. And there she was at the dinner table thinking she was so superior, despite the fact she was wearing the sort of dress an M&R girl might be told to wear. "Please, find some way to undo the laces..." Rachel tried to breathe deeply, but could only suck in a small amount of air due to the constriction on her diaphragm. "Loosening this corset is all I was thinking about while we ate." "It's really not coming off," said Lucy as she gazed down at Rachel's pert little bottom in the skimpy pink panties. Rachel looked so sexy in her pink matching lingerie, and the thought that she herself was dressed the same way, gave Lucy a secret thrill. More and more now Lucy was finding that she was responding positively to girl clothes with rising excitement. Some days it was all she could think of, along with shoes, makeup and jewellery of course. "I think you're going to have to ask Mr Phillips to remove it for you." There was a strangled sob from Rachel as she gazed up at herself in the mirror. "It's not that simple. Paul would love nothing more than to have me begging him. The last time I ended up begging, he made me..." Rachel blushed and quickly lowered her head. "Yes?" Lucy smiled as she pretended to search for a way to get to the laces. In truth she knew it was pointless, futile. This was an M&R corset, made to last, and made to be secure, so why waste time trying to find a way to take it off? Besides which, she realised how much she wanted the pretty Rachel Matthews to be locked into a corset like hers. That would teach her for not securing Lucy's release weeks ago. "Nothing." Rachel suddenly struck her small fists against the work surface and sobbed again. "I just know he's not going to take this corset off me until the morning! He's such a brute!" She sobbed again. "Well, it does make you look very sexy," suggested Lucy. "We both look sexy." It was true. M&R lingerie was VERY sexy, which was why Paul Phillips had enjoyed dressing Rachel in it for her date. Rachel glanced up again and took in the image of the two of them in matching silk lingerie and corsets, gazing with makeup at their own reflections. "You love this, don't you, you slut?" hissed Rachel. "Dressing up in your underwear, trying to please men. You really do belong in a dress!" "No! I don't want this! I just want to be a man again!" pleaded Lucy. "You said you were going to sign my release papers... you promised! I haven't heard from you in weeks since then!" "Well you'd better keep on the right side of me then, hadn't you? God, the way you keep whining, anyone would think being a girl was the worst thing in the world! It's just a dress and makeup, you stupid bimbo!" "I'm glad you're trapped in your corset!" screamed Lucy suddenly in rage. "I hope Mr Phillips keeps you in it until the morning!" Neither girl noticed the door to the toilets open and a woman enter. "Better still, I hope he trains you as a maid!" "Slut!" Rachel twisted round as far as she could while Lucy's hands were still holding her waist from behind. "Slutty little M&R girl!" "You're a slutty M&R girl too!" shouted Lucy. "Look at your pretty little panties and bra and the corset that YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO UNDO ON YOUR OWN! So there!" "I can't wait to see you spanked!" screamed Rachel. "I'll find some way out of this corset and when I'm back home I'll..." "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" barked a fierce and uncompromising voice from behind the two girls. "STAND UP RIGHT NOW! HANDS AWAY FROM CORSETS!" Lucy jumped to her feet out of sheer instinct and without thinking, because the voice was so dominant sounding, Rachel too stood up, flustered and shocked. A woman had entered the toilets while Lucy and Rachel had been arguing, and straight away the girls could see this newcomer was an M&R Hotel Manager. Her name badge, pinned to a very smart tailored black jacket, read 'Miss Cornell'. In her right hand was a short, sharp leather switch, taken from a side holster attached to her belt. She cracked it loudly against the wall which made both girls jump again. "How dare you try and loosen your corsets! You are in so much trouble!" Miss Cornell paced forward and lifted Rachel's chin up with the tip of her crop. "You girl! What's your name?" "Rachel, but you're making a..." There was a sharp crack as Miss Cornell brought the crop down on Rachel's left thigh, followed by a howl from the girl. "No talking except to answer my questions! I will not have M&R maids sneaking into the toilets reserved for hotel guests and trying to interfere with their corsets!" "But we're not... OWWW!" Now Lucy howled and blubbered as the crop came down viciously on her naked thigh. Both girls were now sobbing and hopping from one foot to another. "QUIET! My God, you two are sorely lacking in training!" "Please, we're not mai... OWWWW!" Rachel howled again as her other thigh took a sharp slice of the leather crop. "One more word out of you, young Miss, and I'll have you over my knee and receiving six of the best. Now where are your uniforms and why have you stripped out of them to your corset and M&R approved lingerie, and..." Miss Cornell suddenly noticed the discarded dresses lying on the floor. "If I've found you've stolen two dresses from the Date wardrobe and you were planning on impersonating a guest..." She quickly scooped up first the red dress and then the pink one while the girls looked at one another in fear. Miss Cornell examined the labels inside each dress - labels that were clearly marked 'M&R Sissy Date Wardrobe'. "You have stolen them!" She struck each girl again twice with the crop. The girls were now howling and whimpering, backing away until their backs collided with the sinks. Miss Cornell placed both dresses in one of the toilet cubicles for safe keeping and closed the door shut with a locking tool from her belt. "I'll see these are returned to the sissy wardrobe later on tonight. Now, as for you two..." "I'm not a maid!" said Rachel quickly, now that she wasn't within range for a sudden lash of the switch. "Lucy is an M&R girl, but I'm not!" "You expect me to believe that?" Miss Cornell sneered. "You're wearing M&R lingerie and you're locked into a standard fit M&R corset." "Tell her," said Rachel to Lucy. "Tell her I'm not an M&R girl!" Lucy considered this for a moment and lowered her eyes submissively. "She's been saying that all day, Miss Cornell, ever since she was brought here." "What?" Rachel turned round and glared at Lucy. "No! No! She's lying! She's lying! I'm a guest here!" "Oh? And just how do you explain your current state of attire?" enquired Miss Cornell as she stepped within striking range once again. "My date chose the lingerie for me! I'm here on a date night!" "So am I!" said Lucy quickly. "I'm the date of Mr Phillips!" "What?" Rachel span round and glared at her ex-boyfriend. "No you're not, I'm the date of Paul Phillips!" "Tut-tut," said Miss Cornell, as she swished the leather crop a few times. "Silly little airhead maids can't even co-ordinate their made up cover stories. For future reference it might be more believable if you both chose different men when you pretended to be here on dates. I think the best thing here is to send you both down to the basement dungeon to stew for a few days in one of the punishment cages. Then after you've had some time to reflect on your misdeeds we'll see about returning you both to your hotel duties." Miss Cornell pulled her M&R phone from her jacket pocket. "She's going to call security!" cried Lucy in fear. "Oh God, you have no idea how cold and uncomfortable the punishment cages are like!" "But I'm not a maid!" screamed Rachel as she stood there in her standard issue M&R sissy maid lingerie and lockable maid corset. "You can't do this to me!" "I told you to be quiet, girl! Obviously you do need six of the best!" With her free hand, Miss Cornell reached for Rachel's arm and tried to pull her face down over the toilet sinks, bottom raised, ready to receive the punishment, but Rachel was having none of that. She struck out randomly as she was pushed on to her belly and by chance tipped Miss Cornell over with a fluke blow. Miss Cornell slipped on her heels on the tiled floor and went crashing down, striking her head against the tiled wall along the way. The M&R Manager had just enough time to press the 'panic button' on her phone before slipping into unconsciousness. Suddenly the panic alarm began to sound - an incredibly loud alarm which would bring M&R security to the scene in a matter of minutes. "Oh no! You've done it now!" howled Lucy in fear as she pressed both hands to her face in shock. "You've hit a manager! If they find us here with her like that, being locked in a punishment cage for a few days will seem like a vacation compared to what they will do to us! We've got to get out of here! Now!"