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Chapter 2
Don woke and checked the clock to see it was 2 A.M. His stocking clad
toe touching the covers reminded him of his predicament. He also had to
use the bathroom again. Since Mandy was asleep beside him, he quietly
slipped out of bed and across the hall to the bathroom. Since he was
wearing a long nightgown he figured it would be just as easy to sit down
to pee, even though he resented having to do so. On returning he slipped
back into bed, finding Mandy had awakened in his absence.
"Where have you been?" Mandy asked.
"I went to the bathroom," he explained.
"Who went to the bathroom?"
"Sissy did," he corrected himself.
"Did she ask permission?"
"No Mistress, her mistress was asleep and she did not want to wake her."
"Well, she should have waited until she was awake then. Remember that
next time."
"Yes Mistress." At least he was spared from curtseying since he was
lying down, Don thought.
"While it was your first time, I can dispense with discipline for it,"
Mandy advised. "But your use of 'I' is becoming too frequent."
"I'm, er Sissy is sorry Mistress," he caught himself again. "Sissy is
not used to it yet and old habits die hard."
"Maybe you need something to help you remember. Get up and stand over
there by the window." Still quite tired and hoping to get back to
sleep, Don nevertheless complied. "Stand there to remind yourself that
you have been careless with my rules concerning proper speech."
"Yes Mistress," he said curtsying since he was standing again. Soon he
heard her heavy breathing as she went back to sleep. Don kept standing
and was soon yawning. Still he kept standing the same place. She had
been sleeping peacefully for quite some time. After a while his legs
began to ache. Having spent the whole day on those heels they needed the
relief that sleep could give but were being deprived of it. As sleep
over took him, Don found himself falling only to catch himself and wake
up. Still he felt he better not try to slip back in bed. Finally the
need for sleep was too much for him and he fell asleep only to fall down
to the floor with a thud.
This woke up Mandy who asked, "What are you doing over there."
"Sorry Mistress," he said scrambling to his feet and curtsying quickly.
"Sissy is standing here to remind her that she was careless in her
speech, but Sissy fell asleep and fell down Mistress," he said adding
another curtsey.
"Well, I guess you can come back to bed now, even though you woke me up."
"Thank you Mistress," he said gratefully, curtsying and getting back into
bed quickly. Once again he was asleep in no time.
Morning came too soon for Don when Mandy's alarm went off. Mandy
stretched and told Sissy to get her a cup of coffee. Don slipped out of
bed, put his feet into the slippers and trod off to the kitchen to get
Mandy her coffee. He returned with her steaming cup along with one for
himself. They drank their coffee and he got up to head toward the
bathroom. Remembering his experience in the middle of the night, he came
back and asked Mandy, "May Sissy go to the bathroom?"
"Why?" she asked.
While he wanted to say "because I have to shit," he knew permission would
be denied, so he said "Sissy has to poop." Both just asking permission
and the infantile expression was most degrading.
"Wait a minute Sissy, until I finish my coffee and go first. I don't
want to have to go in there after you smell it up." Don got back into
bed with her and waited. Finally she finished and went into the
bathroom. She told him to make the bed while he waited so he got up too.
In a couple of minutes she called for him to come in. He was greeted by
a foul odor and by Mandy still seated on the toilet with the skirt of her
nightgown pulled up. "Get some toilet paper and wipe my ass clean," she
ordered. "I have always found it unpleasant, so from now on when you are
around you will have to do it."
"Yes Mistress," he answered curtsying and pulling off some paper. He
folded it and bent over her as she partially raised herself up from the
toilet and rotated her ass toward him. Her bowel movement had been
particularly messy and he gagged slightly as he began his task. It took
him a number of wipes before he told her he was finished. She made him
wipe it one more time and show her the paper to insure that there was no
streak on it and he had done his job properly.
"Thank you Sissy, you may use the toilet now," she said lowering her
nightgown and leaving the bathroom. Don sat down on the toilet in the
foul smelling room to take care of his own needs, his only consolation
being that she had warmed the seat.
When she was dressed and Don was in his freshly laundered maid's uniform,
she called him in to the bedroom. She made him raise his skirt, unhook
his stockings from his garter belt and pull down his panties to display
his cock. She then got a tape measure, measuring its length, his waist,
as well as several other places around his groin. When he asked what was
going on she told him he would find out in due course. She then sent him
off to the kitchen to make their breakfasts.
She then removed the key from between her breasts and unlocked the
closet. She got out a pair of his jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of his
loafers. She locked the closet back up again. She reminded him that he
had some shopping to do to get the items to cook for dinner. She had him
bring her his shopping list. She estimated it would be less than $50 so
she peel off three twenties. She instructed him to be sure to bring home
the cash register receipt and all of the change. She told him that when
he went out to the store he could wear the things she had gotten out of
the closet, but he was to wear his uniform the rest of the time.
She also gave him a list of his household chores, with which she hoped to
occupy him for the rest of the day. It was an extensive cleaning of the
den including dusting of every item, scrubbing the baseboards, polishing
the furniture, mopping the floors and vacuuming the rugs. The dusting
was to include removing each book on the book shelves and dusting it as
well as the shelf. She assured him that she would check everything when
she got back He acknowledged her instructions with a curtsey, then she
left for work.
Don started cleaning up the kitchen before turning to the den. Before
long his feet began complaining about the cramped heels. He wondered why
the hell he was wearing them, and the damn maid's uniform for that matter
since Mandy would not be home till after 6 p.m. He the went into the
bedroom and took off the uniform and shoes. He noticed she had not put
out any socks or underwear, which he guessed is how he made good on her
promise to make it interesting when he went out. He had never been able
to get used to wearing shoes without socks so he figured he would wear
the stockings when he went out. He figured they would not be very
obvious under the jeans. He put on the jeans, shirt and loafers and went
about his cleaning.
Don kept an eye on the clock to make sure he would get everything done.
Mandy had laid out quite a list which was keeping him busy, without any
time to sit down and watch TV or take a nap. After lunch, he took the
money and set out to the grocery store. Since she had locked up his
wallet it felt odd keeping his bills loose in his pockets. He kept
checking to make sure he did not lose them. As he began shopping he was
quite self conscious, continuously checking to see if other shoppers were
looking at his stocking clad ankles. When he noticed that most of them
were too busy shopping to notice him, he soon forgot about it and
finished shopping.
Back home, he put away the groceries and went on with his cleaning.
While he did he began to consider his predicament. If Mandy didn't ease
up he would have to figure a way to get out. His parents were dead and
he had no other close relatives to whom he could turn for help. It would
also be difficult to crash with one of his friends. In order to go there
he would have to make his escape while on one of his trips outside the
house, such as to the grocery store. If he did that he would have no
clothes, no money, no credit cards, no job and no prospects for getting
one soon. After all, while they might have a place to take him in, they
would have to get him a wardrobe, feed him and pay all of his other
expenses until he found a job. He was totally dependent on Mandy now
since things like his medical expenses were covered by her employer. He
could not immediately think of anyone he could ask to do all that. He
figured she couldn't keep him busy all the time so he would really get
cracking looking for a job as soon as she gave him some time. He guessed
he would have to consider getting out of the IT field and going into
something that paid less in order to get back on his feet again.
Maybe she would get tired of this and let things get back to normal.
Around 5 p.m. Don changed back into his uniform. He regretted taking off
his comfortable loafers and putting on those damn tight heels. At 6:15,
when Mandy came in he greeted her with a curtsey, not the kiss that they
usually had exchanged. She told him she was tired after a hard day,
flopping down in a chair in the living room. She handed him the key had
him bring her a drink.
When he served her, she kicked off her heels, putting her feet up on an
ottoman. "Massage them for me Sissy," she sighed gently. Don began,
thinking this was certainly better than wiping her ass. His only regret
was that no one was massaging his feet which were confined in those
heels. After a few minutes she had him bring her a pair of slippers.
"Show me how you feel about me and kiss them when you put them on," she
teased.
Don kissed her stockinged foot then gently slid the slipper on, kissing
it again once the slipper was on, for good measure, before repeating the
process with the other.
"I have a gift for you. Go in that bag and get it out," she said. Don
picked up the bag took out what it contained. It was a leather clad
diary for the current year. While he was puzzled by the gift he thanked
her. "You can keep it on the dresser in the bedroom. Put it there now
if you like."
After Don returned from doing so, she got up with her drink in her hand
saying "Now let's check you work." She led him to the den where she went
around checking things. At first Don felt nervous worried about what she
might find. She ran her finger across some furniture; took down books
looking over the page tops for dust; and looked for dirt he may have
missed on the carpet. Don began to feel smug as she came up with
nothing. Then she reached down and pulled up the corner of the rug. Don
had vacuumed the rug and mopped the floor around it, however, Mandy found
dirt under the rug where he had not mopped.
"Didn't I tell you to mop the floor?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Did you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"All of it?"
"Sissy mopped the floor, but not the floor under the rug Mistress."
"Did I tell you to skip that?"
"No Mistress."
"Why did you skip it?"
"I er Sissy did not realize you wanted it done."
"Go get your new diary."
"Yes mistress," Don replied curtsying and scurrying off.
Upon returning with the diary she told his that this is his "Progress
Book." She had him open to today's page. "Now write, and not too big so
there is room for more 'Sissy did sloppy work cleaning', next to that put
a ten. Then write 'Sissy used I' next to that put a five. Then put your
progress book back." Don did as instructed. He now had some idea of why
he got this "gift."
While Don was cooking dinner, she called him into the bedroom.
"See that," she began pointing to a spot on his loafers. "That looks to
me like furniture polish. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Don was taken aback so he blurted out, "Oh no Mistress, I'm sure it is
something else," the first thought that he had.
"First, get your Progress Book and make another entry for the use of 'I'.
And you better not lie to me because that will only make things worse.
You know that I know people who will test this for me for free. If I
have to go to that trouble I will make you very sorry for having lied.
Now you can have another chance. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Don was not sure what to do. Maybe she could get it tested, after all
one of their friends was a research chemist who could easily run a sample
through a spectrograph for her. Don did spill some of the polish and was
careful to clean it up from the rug, maybes some got on his shoe too and
he was so worried about the stuff on the rug that he overlooked it.
"Sissy does not know what it is Mistress," he started out which was at
least the truth.
"Where did you wear these shoes today?"
"To the grocery store Mistress."
"Anywhere else?"
Don now had a full fledged dilemma. If he told the truth he was in
trouble. If he lied and she found out he was in bigger trouble. He
elected not to risk her finding out.
"In the house, Mistress."
"How long in the house?"
"Maybe several hours Mistress."
"Oh, and what were you doing during those several hours?"
"Cleaning Mistress."
"So this is furniture polish then?"
"I really don't know Mistress, but it could be."
"That's another entry for your progress book for using I," she quickly
observed. "Get your book now before I forget them."
Damn, Don thought as he got the diary, he would have to be more careful
when she pressed him like that. Whenever he spoke without the time to
think he got himself into trouble. This third person stuff was really
unnatural and hard to remember to do.
When he returned with the book, she told him to write "Sissy used I,"
twice and put a five next to each one. Then she asked "Why were you
wearing your loafers when you were cleaning?"
"Because the heels hurt Sissy's feet, Mistress," he answered.
"Did you wear your uniform while cleaning?"
There is no way she can figure out whether I did or not, Don thought.
Although, maybe she has some hidden video camera, so he decided not to
risk it. "No Mistress."
"And why not?"
"Sissy started cleaning as soon as she got back from the store, Mistress.
She did not stop to change," Don said proud of himself for his quick
thinking.
"And did you receive permission to clean without wearing your uniform?"
"No mistress," he acknowledged.
"In that case, write in your book 'Sissy failed to follow orders about
wearing her uniform.' At last you told me without me having to catch you
lying. That is one thing in your favor. So next to that put a twenty"
Don did as he was told, wondering how many it would have been if he had
been caught lying. She then sent him back to the kitchen.
After another dinner - her's with him standing and waiting on her and his
in the kitchen - Don was left to clean up. While he was at it, she
called him into the den with his Progress Book. First she made him stand
there and begin reading each entry. After each one she made him say
"Sissy is sorry Mistress and she will try to do better. Sissy knows that
she must be punished in order to remind her to do better. Sissy thanks
you for taking your valuable time to discipline her." He then had to
curtsey kneel and kiss her feet then get up and read the next entry.
Don found doing so, while dressed in his maid's uniform, it a totally
degrading experience. Still, if he had known what came next he would
have chosen it any time. Mandy made him lie on his back on the floor
behind a low, heavy, wooden chair. She then made him raise his feet in
the air and rest his ankles on the back of the chair. The front of the
chair had been braced against the heavy desk which would keep Don from
pulling the chair over backward. She then tied his ankles to the back of
the chair. Then she removed his shoes.
"Now, Sissy in the middle east men practice a form of discipline called
bastinado on their wives. I think it is appropriate for use on a
disobedient and careless maid. Now pick up your book and read the first
entry again," she stared.
Don read "Sissy did sloppy work cleaning."
"What number is next to it?"
"Ten Mistress," Don told her from his place on the floor.
"Start with ten, then, and count down backward after each stroke," she
instructed as she took a thin switch in her hand. She swung it back and
landed a hard blow on the ball of his left foot.
"Ten," Don cried. This was followed by a similar blow on his right.
"Nine," followed by a blow back to the right.
"Eight," caused another to the right.
Blows six through three were in the same places while two and one were to
the left and right instep which caused Don to cry out in pain before the
number.
"What is the next entry and number? she asked.
"Sissy used I, with a five," he answered in a weakening voice. This
resulted in two more to the balls of each foot and one to the left
instep, after which he cried out "one."
"Next?"
"Sissy used I, and a five." This resulted in the matching blow to the
right instep, then one to the balls of each foot and two to the insteps.
By now there were clear marks on his insteps. The balls of his feet
being more calloused did not show much marking but were burning and
stinging. "Next?," she asked again.
"Sissy used I, with another five Mistress," he responded in a breaking
voice.
Four more to the balls of his feet and one to the instep caused a howl of
pain before he cried out, "One."
Her response was simply another "Next?"
"Sissy failed to follow orders about wearing her uniform with a twenty,"
he sobbed. Don could not remember how many he had already taken and did
not feel he could take these. "Please Mistress," he begged for her
mercy.
"Please what?," she asked
"Please do not hit me any more, Mistress."
Mandy shook her head. "Please do not hit who any more?"
Oh God, Don thought, I've done it again. "Please do not hit Sissy any
more, she is afraid she cannot take it."
"That should be five more but I will only give you one for it. Here,"
she said bringing the switch down on his other instep with all her force.
"Oooowwww," Don screamed then weakly, "One."
"Now for your twenty," she added as she hit the ball of his left foot
just as hard.
Her first ten blows were to the balls of his feet. After he had cried
out "eleven," she struck the next one on the bottoms of his left toes.
The toes were much more sensitive and the blows totally unexpected. The
shock and the pain made Don scream again. He almost had to compose
himself in order to call out "ten." The next three were all to the toes
of alternate feet. Just to vary things, Mandy landed the next two on the
balls of the same foot then two to the balls of the opposite foot. These
left Don not knowing where the next blow would land. She finished up
with two more to the instep which seemed most sensitive.
Tears were flowing on Don's face when she finished. "What do you say?"
she prompted.
"Thank you for ddisciplining me Mistress," Don sobbed.
"Well, I had hoped you would have learned something, but you certainly
are a slow learner. 'Thank you for disciplining' who?"
Oh no thought Don, how could I have done that.
"Sissy thanks you for disciplining her Mistress. Sissy thanks you for
taking your valuable time to try to correct such a worthless maid," he
sobbed.
Mandy grinned. "See that wasn't so hard to remember. Since you have had
so many already I will only give you two more for it." She brought a
strong blow down on the underside of his left toes.
"Two," he screamed. Then "one," after a similar blow to the right.
Mandy was quite pleased with herself as she looks down on Don's feet.
The bottoms of his black stockings were full or runs and almost in
tatters. She could easily see red welts on his insteps and some of his
toes. The balls of his feet were also very red. "Now try again. What
do you say?"
Determined to get it right, Don began "Sissy thanks you for disciplining
her Mistress. She thanks you for taking your valuable time to discipline
such a worthless Maid."
"All right then Sissy, but try to do better in the future," Mandy
instructed as she began to untie Don's feet. "Your disobedience was a
particular problem. That is something that you can easily correct."
"Yes Mistress," said Don while still on his back.
"Now finish what you were doing. I will lay out my clothing for
tomorrow. Don't forget to launder your uniform. I guess I will have to
get you a new pair of stockings for your uniform."
Once untied, Don slowly took his legs off the chair back. He was afraid
to look at the soles of his feet. Putting them back into the tight heels
was pure torture making him wince as he squeezed them in. When he tried
to get back on his feet the pain was unbearable. He knew it was hopeless
to beg Mandy for mercy. The only way he could get back to the kitchen
was to brace himself against the walls. He could not put his full weight
on his feet without almost passing out from the pain.
When he had completed his chores, he begged Mandy to be allowed to go
straight to bed. She permitted it so by 10:30 he was finally off his
painful feet and in bed.
Emely
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