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Rosie
Part 7
There was a explosion of joy. Rosie's announcements were received with
cheers from the girls. Such news. The stupendous Court win. Jobs, living
quarters, a Grand Plan! As the girls gathered round Rosie, it was hard not
to be swept up in the excitement, especially since I was surrounded by five
beautiful scantily clad young women, even if a worm of disquiet was turning
inside me.
Rosie clapped her hands. "Let's celebrate properly! Unka, the best
Champagne." I went to the door, and just before I exited, I heard a tiny
cough from Maria. The curtsey! Hurriedly I turned, gathered my ruff and
dipped. Maria was holding up her panties again. I scurried over to her, and
once more she placed them over my head. I couldn't stop myself from taking
a deep breath of Maria's scent, as she leant in towards more, and
whispered, "That's my good little panty-slave," in my ear.
"That reminds me. I have another lovely present for you!" With a sense of
foreboding, I went back to Rosie. She handed me a box, with the familiar
"Silken Dominations" logo and pale blue ribbon. Inside was a pair of ladies
black court shoes. In my size. With two inch high heels. As I started to
stammer a protest, Annabelle cut me short. "Excellent. Just the thing for
his posture," Georgie chipped in. "So good for the shape of his bottom."
As I fumbled to put the shoes on, the girls took up a chant of, "Runway!
Runway!" So I tried a runway sashay, feeling a complete idiot. I had never
tried to wear heels before. It's not easy. But the worst thing was change
in geometry of my body. The mock bust at the front of the corset/swimsuit
seemed bigger, my butt was certainly even more prominent. The worst of it
was the sensations of the thong back and plug seemed intensified with every
step.
I even found that if I exaggerated my step, prancing like a show horse, my
penis corset started to engage, effectively masturbating me. To the cheers
and wolf whistles, I sashayed closer to an orgasm.
Once again Rosie clapped her hands. "Maid! Enough showing off. Champagne.
Now!"
Chastened, I stepped to the door. This time not forgetting my curtsey. I
could hear fragments of excited chatter. "Corset plug and heels lead to a
radical improvement in posture. Add diet and ballet"..."I love Silken
Dominations."..."Darling we have an account."..."They used the Marilyn
Monroe trick. One heel is slightly higher. It makes the hips and butt roll
more"..."Nice butt, for a male."
As I poured out my vintage Champagne into four flutes, and fetched a glass
of Coke for Molly, slice of lime, two ice cubes, I started to reflect. In
less than twenty four hours, my house had been taken over by a coven of
young women, I was wearing a ridiculous and shaming fetish costume and a
Brazilian girl's used panties on my face. I was wearing high heels and a
butt plug which was dosing me with God knows what drugs administered by an
unqualified medical student. I hadn't eaten for hours, and after a fifteen
hour erection and exposure to numerous sex acts, I had been within two or
three paces of the most shattering orgasm of my life.
I had also signed two legal documents, unseen.
I decided to take a stand. Ripping Maria's red panties from my face, I
stormed, or stumbled back into the sitting room. I was about to launch into
a tirade when I heard Maria's gentle cough. Automatically I curtseyed to
the room. I turned to Annabelle. "Good afternoon, Miss Annabelle, how may
I serve..."
I checked myself, turning to Rosie. "Right Rosie Marchant, this ends now.
It's been a bit of fun, but the time has come for your little friends to
leave. You and I are going to have a serious talk..."
I ground to halt. Despite my best intentions, my speech carried little
conviction. Maria's intervention had halted my momentum. My voice sounded
querulous and weedy, cracking once or twice. Besides, Annabelle had stepped
behind me and was squeezing me. I could feel her stupendous breasts
pressing into my shoulder blades, and a powerful thigh between my legs,
pressing on my naked buttocks and the plug. I could barely breathe.
Georgie stood close, her lips by my ears. "You will never speak to Miss
Rosie or any of us like that again. Understand?" Near to passing out, I
nodded. Annabelle released some pressure, and I looked up to see myself
surrounded. Everyone was smiling, a superior grin that signalled, "We've
won." My puny revolt ended before it had even really begun.
Rosie adopted her "slow voice." "Temper tantrum from Unka Drew. He must be
hungry. Or tired. Maybe both."
Then, briskly, "Molly and Maria, come and help me make the lunch while
Annabelle has a word."
Annabelle released me, telling me to bend over the back of the leather
sofa. She was matter-of-fact. "Georgie is going to beat you now with a
riding crop. It's going to hurt. A lot. She's going to beat you fifteen
times. Three for each of us; and with every stroke I want you to say,
'Thank you, Miss Georgie, for beating me. I deserve to be punished. I am an
insolent maid.' When your punishment is over, you will then curtsey to each
of us and apologise. Each apology should be unique, address the way in
which you have offended and how you intend to put it right. Understand?" I
nodded mutely.
"I shall be sitting on you to ensure you don't twist away."
So she did. I was bent over the sofa back, while Annabelle knelt on the
sofa facing backwards, my head held face down by her Amazonian thighs. She
had always treated me coolly, but I could feel the moistness on the back of
my neck, and smell the unmistakeable scent of sexual arousal.
The beating was very painful. Georgie had evidently had a lot of experience
with a crop. I did manage to repeat the mantra, but by the end it was
pretty unintelligible between the crying and the sobbing. She had an
unusual technique. Before she started she placed one hand on one buttock,
followed by the other. She then lightly tapped the thong back where it
covered the base of my plug.
Then she started. She methodically cropped one buttock, then the other, in
the precise place she had touched me. She then hit the centre, right on the
base of the plug. In amongst the pain, this sent shocks of sensation deep
into my body. After every two strokes of searing pain there was one bolt of
unbearable ecstasy. With each set of triplets, the pain increased, but so
did the pleasure. By the fifth round, I was sobbing, crying, moaning, and
desperately trying to say my words. Despite Annabelle's thighs clamped
around the back of my neck, I could hear her moaning and feel her pressing
down rhythmically.
Behind me I could hear the sounds of heavy breathing as the others came
back in from the kitchen to watch the spectacle.
As she reached the final stroke, an image came to me of Maria placing her
panties on my face. I had fallen out of time. As I yelled out "I am an
insolent maid," the fifteenth stroke hit, and I came in a juddering climax,
jetting what felt like pints against the back of the sofa.
This was greeted with a chorus of exclamations. "Eeeww! Gross!" "Poor
Nunkie. No self control." "Typical male." "Here's a cloth, Nunkie. Better
clean that up."
Something about the orgasm and the pain cleared my head. Annabelle
dismounted, smiling to herself. As I wiped down the back of the sofa, I
prepared for my next trial.
Annabelle was first.
I curtseyed.
"Miss Annabelle, I am sorry for insulting you and your friends. I would
like to offer you my service in the advancement of Science. I will happily
submit to any tests, examinations, probes and drug trials that you wish to
conduct."
Georgie.
Curtsey
"Miss Georgie, I apologise for breaking the rules that you and Miss Rosie
have set for me. Please accept my service in devotion to your cause of the
end of men, and my willingness to submit to your punishment."
I sobbed, a little.
Molly
Curtsey
"Miss Molly, I deeply regret any offence I have caused. I intend to prove
my worthiness by serving faithfully as your assistant, helping to support
you in developing your successful new career."
Then the one I dreaded most. I feared losing my ally and friend.
Maria
Curtsey
"Miss Maria. You are a cultured and beautiful lady. My failure to exercise
appropriate self control has led me to bad behaviour. I also wish to
apologise for tearing your beautiful garment and disobeying your command by
taking it off. I hope that you will help me to learn to behave, the better
to serve and obey."
Before I could turn to Rosie, she came over to me, a full and open smile on
her face. She put a finger to my lips. She whispered in my ear, "Nicely
done. We'll talk later. It's going to be ok. Trust me. It's going to be
ok."
She then spoke out loud, "Perhaps you would join us as a guest for lunch.
You must be famished."
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