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THE PRICE OF HEELS Judy Davenport was only twenty seven, but a rich lady who enjoyed her wealth with friends who, whilst they certainly weren't poor, weren't quite as well off. It gave her a chance to shine the brightest in any of her gatherings. She'd been happily married for three years to her husband James, the same age as her, and was honest when she claimed that he did everything he could to please her. He continued to work when he didn't need to from the financial point of view, simply so that he had no demands of her. He was a kind and considerate lover, something she waived in the face of her friends when they were complaining about their own husbands who usually only thought of their own satisfaction. She was a 'lady who lunched' and on the day that started it all, she entertained three friends in one of the best restaurants in town. Cleone, known as Cleo, who was also their next door neighbour, Mary and Paula, all had husbands that were the breadwinners, successful enough for plenty of cake as well. "Men don't take the slightest notice of anything a woman tells them," Cleo was complaining. "Don't I know it," agreed Mary "I bet even your husband goes his own way on the quiet, Judy," added Paula, "you are always singing his praises, but I bet he doesn't really take a lot of notice of what you say." "My James always takes my views into account," Judy contradicted them. "It's one of the many reasons that I married him." "Takes them into account then does what he was going to do anyway," laughed Mary. "I bet if he does really seem to go along with you, it's only for a short while, and then he bends the rules so that he gets his own way in the end," added Cleo. "I'd like to see you prove what you claim about your 'Mr Wonderful'," challenged Mary and the other two agreed. "Alright." Judy gave some thought to the problem, but not what James would think of it. "You challenged me to a bet. I will make James do something that is obviously not his idea, and the looser buys a dress or dresses from A La Mode Boutique for the winner or winners." Then there followed a lively discussion as to what James would be asked to do and for how long. "James is quite a delicate looking man and quite short, he'd make a good looking woman for a week," Paula contributed. "A week's not long enough, it must be at least a month," Cleo commented. "Just wearing women's clothes for a month isn't that difficult, he must also have to do something," Mary was getting into the spirit. "I know," Cleo pronounced, "you have to dress him up in a sexy French maid's costume with all the trimmings, and he has to do all a maid's duties for a month. That would prove your point, it's not something he would willingly do, without you telling him, is it?" "He works for Sally Stewart doing her IT doesn't he? We could easily get her to give him a month's sabbatical, couldn't we?" Paula was a friend of Sally's. "I'm not sure, it would be awfully humiliating for him, wouldn't it?" Judy was starting to worry that this had all gone too far. "We have Suzie, our maid already to consider." "If you want to back out, Judy, we could all go along to the boutique and we could choose our dresses this afternoon," Cleo was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "If you want an excuse, send Susie away for a month's holiday, that will even give you the excuse for a replacement." "No I'm sure he would do it for me." But Judy wasn't sure, it was a very big ask. "We must add a couple of rules." Mary was the one who always worried about details. "We must be able to call in day or night and see him in uniform, we must lunch at your place at least once a week, and, most importantly, you're not allowed to tell him it's a bet and he must act like a real maid, not just dress up and act normally. We'll provide his uniforms and accessories, we'll even dress him." "It's the twenty first today, so ten days to the first of next month, that gives you a fair time to prepare him," Paula added to everyone's laughter. + + + + "Please Mr Davenport," Suzie, their twenty year old, attractive maid, sounded desperate, "come home early, the smoke alarm has gone off, I've stopped it now, but the only thing I can think of is that it's the one over your computer and it might be dangerous." It was half past four and he was due to leave the office soon anyway, so, although his wife would probably be there before him, he set off to see what the problem was. He was home in fifteen minutes, but when he arrived, everything seemed to be in order. "Oh Mr Davenport, I'm so glad you're here," the flustered maid told him, "I didn't know what to do." He joined her in his computer room, but nothing seemed to be amiss, no smoke, not even a smell. Suddenly, Suzie threw herself at him, wrapping her arms round his neck and kissed him full on the lips. He tried to push her away, but he was off balance from the sudden impact. "What the hell is going on here?" His wife had looked into the room to see him draped over his desk, lip-locked with their maid. "I'm s.s.sorry," Suzie stuttered and pushed off of him. Judy looked at her with a furious expression. "You're fired! Pack your bags." She turned to her husband. "I'll deal with you later." James was left wondering what on Earth had happened. It was Friday, the thirtieth of the month, and a smiling Suzie packed her suitcases and went off on her luxury cruise holiday, for the month, all expenses paid by Mrs Davenport. When he heard both the women had left the house, James wandered through to the kitchen and found a note on the table: 'I'm eating out tonight, you will sleep in a guest room and we will speak in the morning.' The innocent man spent a restless night, not able to work out why Suzie should suddenly act like that, but looking forward to clearing his name with his wife in the morning. Of course that was not to be. She ranted and raved. "You obviously don't love me anymore! I'll divorce you for behaving like that with the maid of all people." "But Judy, she..." "Don't try to justify what you did. Now I have no husband and no maid." "But darling I love you, only you, what can I do to prove it?" "I've already bumped into Sally Stewart, your boss, last night, and she's told me to tell you not to go back to work, take your holiday due, then she'll decide whether she's going to carry on employing you at the end of the month." "Please, my love, tell me what to do, I don't want to loose you." "I know what some friends of mine said you should do last night when I told them what had happened. They said that you should replace my maid, they said they even had a uniform you could wear, so that you were really punished, but I told them you didn't love me enough." "I've told you I'd do anything to prove I love you and I mean it, you know I'm a man of my word." James hoped he wouldn't live to regret what he'd just said. "In that case, I'll ring them, they can sort you out, I don't want anything to do with it. You can prove to them that you think more of me than that hussy of a maid, but I'm warning ; they'll not be nice to you, but you'll be cooperating because I told you to." James went to his computer room, while his wife could be heard making phone calls, although he couldn't hear anything of them. He'd had nothing to eat the previous night and no breakfast. He couldn't force anything down, and likewise, skipped lunch, just keeping going on coffees. He felt so sick at what had upset the love of his life, it just didn't make any sense. Later that afternoon, his wife's co-conspirators cheerfully turned up laden with boxes and garment bags, it was the first time that James began to suspect that there was something more going on than he realised. Judy showed them through to the maid's rooms behind the kitchen, and they unpacked dresses, underclothes, shoes and all manner of other things. Placing them away in wardrobe and drawers. "We're going to enjoy making a maid fancier into a fancy maid, James, take your clothes off in the bathroom and let's see what we have to work with," Cleo told him. Once he was stripped, Mary took great delight in covering his body with a foul smelling cream. He had to keep it on for fifteen minutes, then told to get in the shower. He saw his hair shed from all the areas she had covered. Once dried, Mary again took charge of rubbing a flowery body lotion over him, spending, he thought, a disproportionate length of time on his privates. He was so upset though, she got no response. He was told to shave, he hadn't that morning, he only needed to every two or three days with his fine blonde hair. Once that was done they rubbed alcohol across his chest, then adhesive and pressed gel filled false breasts onto the area. It only took a short time to set firm. Next were a pair of latex pants with a hole in the back, which after they pulled up his legs, they rolled an attached condom type section over his still flaccid penis. The whole inside of the pants they spread the same adhesive as on the breast forms then pulled them up his hips, squashing his privates until his bulge could hardly be seen "This works two ways," Paula told him, "first it's a chastity device, you can't go waving that at any more maids, and secondly, you will have to sit down to pee. You can do both your normal toilet functions without taking it of, which you can't do anyway without the solvent. Mary got on with his hair, putting it in rollers and squirting a lotion on them, it wasn't very long but there was enough to do something with. The other two painted his toenails bright red, and started on colouring his face. Paula knew how to use the semi-permanent eye shadow, blusher and lipstick, and Cleo plucked his eyebrows to a very thin high arch. Cleo then moved on to his finger nails, sticking strong false nails to his real ones with superglue, then colouring them the same bright red as his toes and lipstick. All the while they were working on him, they were talking to him, then Mary realised that he wasn't listening. He seemed to be in a trance, just staring ahead and not taking anything in. "James!" she shouted, and he slowly turned to look at her. "Pay attention." His attention seemed to improve so she tried again, repeating what she had been saying to him. "Your name is now Jilly, you will call Judy, Mistress, nothing else, do you understand that?" "Jilly, and Mistress," James, now Jilly, repeated it rather mechanically. "If you talk to anyone else about your Mistress, you will call her Mrs Davenport, OK?" "Mistress is Mrs Davenport," he repeated. "You will call anyone else either by their title and surname or Sir or Madam, got it?" "Yes Mrs Peabody." They all knew he understood. What they didn't know was that he understood only too well. There was no way this was a punishment for a non-existent kiss with the maid. He sat there realising that for some obscure reason his wife wanted him to be her servant. Not only that, she had arranged for it to be done in the way most humiliating for him. He could only think that she wanted rid of him as her husband without the expense of a divorce. While he'd been in the house during the day, he'd looked round the maid's room to see if there was any clue as to why she had kissed him. In her chest of drawers he'd found, not only still a substantial number of her belongings. She'd also left her family photos and her bus travel ticket. There was no way she wasn't coming back, so why had she made it seem so final when she'd left? Unaware of Jilly's thoughts, the women continued with their mission by starting to dress him. They first fitted a corset round his waist, doing it up at the front, then pulling the laces tight at the back, it went from almost as low as his crotch to half cups supporting his breast forms. They showed him how to tie the lace in a simple 'granny' knot, loop it over the door handle, then by leaning out the laces were tightened by his weight. But for the moment they did it until he was gasping for breath. They pointed out that this white corset went with his black uniform, matching the white lace trim and petticoats, and that he had a pink one to go with his pink uniform, but that was for special occasions. He had two of the black and white sets and one pink. Next, his stockings were attached to the six suspenders on the corset, sheer black with seems, which he was warned he must keep straight. Then his dress, which he stepped into, with help, and zipped up the back, followed by voluminous petticoats to fit under the very short skirt. It was so short, that when he had frilly pink rumba panties in place, they were visible every time he bent only slightly. He was told that his pink uniform should be worn with everything pink, including stockings and shoes, except his panties, which should be white with the pink and pink with the black and white uniform. This was to encourage him to bend down carefully, or his panties would clearly show. Shoes came next, if you could call them shoes not stilts. The black ones had five inch heels, which were bad enough, but the pink ones were a ridiculous six inches tall, how he was supposed to work in them he couldn't imagine. Worse still, he was informed that they automatically locked in place, so that he couldn't surreptitiously remove them when he wasn't being watched. He would have to go to his Mistress each evening to ask if she was finished with him for the night, in which case she would unlock them. The uniform was finished with a white frilly half apron, matching cuffs and either a white or pink bow to pin on his head. He was told to cover himself with a larger kitchen apron while cooking or doing dirty jobs, to ensure the cleanliness of the normal one while serving. For a while he was barely able to stand in the high heels, and it was only with practice, determination and schooling, he was eventually able to walk, after a fashion. It was noted by the women that all the while they had been preparing him, he only spoke to answer questions, and then only minimally. Even so, he was reminded that maids did not speak uninvited, and during meals, they served, then waited a little behind and one side of their Mistress in case her or her guests required something. He was declared ready for service and was told they were staying for dinner, but because he was late starting, the meal would consist of melon and Palma ham starter, cold cuts and salad with French stick main, and shop bought cr?me brulees desert. They went off to join his wife in the sun lounge, from where he soon heard a bell ring. Assuming it was to call him, he walked gingerly on his heels into the room and gave a short curtsey, then waited. "Ah, Jilly." His wife looked him up and down, a smile growing on her face. "You look lovely in your uniform, do you like it?" "If it pleases you, Mistress," he replied with another curtsey, but no smile. "Would you prepare a jug of Pimms, please Jilly, and bring the glasses." He just curtseyed, and, except for the click clack of his heels, he left the room silently. Returning a short time later with the traditional large jug of Pimms and lemonade mixture, decorated lavishly with cucumber, strawberries, lime slices and other fruit. He carried it with four glasses on one of their silver trays, set the items down on the table and poured their drinks. He then placed just the glasses on the tray and offered them round. Once that was done, he replaced the jug on the tray, left it, curtseyed again, and left the room, but he had only just put his kitchen apron on when the bell rang again. Taking off the large apron, he returned to the room, curtseyed and waited. "Please bring some nuts and things, Jilly," Judy was obviously a little niggled, as it was always James who brought in drinks and never without something to nibble on. Silently he just curtseyed and left the room. He selected some packets of nuts, some olives, and some cheese twists for them, found another tray to place them on, returned to the room and still silent placed them on the table and left. His only acknowledgement of them was to curtsey both in and out. Back in the kitchen he was left alone for a while, to prepare the melon and ham, once that was done he went to the dining room, laid the table, something again that he normally did, and set glasses for red, white and dessert wines, plus water glasses. He set a jug of iced water on the service table, and opened both sorts of wine, put the white in an ice bucket, and placed a French stick ready to be cut. Back then to the kitchen where he singed the brulees with a blow torch, then he had just placed the cold cuts of meat on the plates when the bell rang again. Back again in his usual fashion he awaited instructions. "We'll eat now," his wife told him, he could tell she was definitely getting testy. He just curtseyed and led them through to the dining room, where he pulled out each chair for the women to sit. He then returned to the kitchen to bring in the starters on the serving tray, which he placed on the service area, and gave each their plate, from the right, as custom dictates. Then he gave each lady a little water in their glass, returning with the red and white wines, one in each hand, pouring just a splash of each in Judy's glasses for her to taste and approve. This again didn't especially please her, he always tasted their wines at home and she didn't really know what she was supposed to be looking for, and he knew it. She did, however approve and he stood by each woman in turn to supply either red or white wine, returning last to his wife who asked for the red, which he poured. He waited just behind and to the right of his wife, as instructed, but no further demands were made, so he cleared the plates, from the left, to the kitchen, fatigued the salad with his wife's favourite walnut dressing, and returned with the four main course plates. After he cut and served the bread, topped up his wife's wine twice, he had nothing to do but stand on his painful heels until they had finished eating. The only exception was when Cleo Marchant dropped her serviette, obviously deliberately, to make him bend, painfully in his corset and heels, to pick it up for her. While she was enjoying his discomfort, the other two were beginning to get uncomfortable at placing him in this awfully humiliating situation, he was so clearly unhappy, and that made matters worse. Judy, on the other hand, had now washed her hands, in her mind, of responsibility for this, thinking to herself that it wasn't her that dressed him up. This train of thought was the product of feeling guilty in the first place, followed by annoyance at his apparent cold and unhelpful attitude, stoked by drinking a couple of gin and tonics while waiting for them, followed by most of the Pimms, and now a third glass of wine. He cleared the table then brought in the cr?me brulees, then offered the sweet dessert wine to his wife to taste. "Just pour it," she snapped at him. He made no reply, just curtseyed again and poured each woman's sweet wine in the same order as before. Being a small glass, Judy drank hers straight down and held the glass for an immediate refill. This worried him. He was well aware that his wife couldn't hold her drink, so he was concerned that she might start arguments the way she used to when they first met. Since then she had always only consumed alcohol in moderation, until tonight. "Bring us brandies, girl." She unkindly emphasised the word girl. "We'll be in the sitting room." As he left the dining room he could hear her laughing at the joke of it. Because of the physical pain he was in he could see no joke, but he delivered the spirits in his, by now accustomed deferential way. He tried to clear up the dining room but was called back by the wretched bell to top up his wife's glass, even though she had asked him to put the bottle down on the table beside her. He tried hard, by blinking back tears, but he couldn't disguise the pain in each step he now took. Mary and Paula both felt themselves wincing in step with him, in contrast to Cleo, who thought it was a hoot to call him straight back in to top up her glass as well. As soon as they had drunk theirs, they grabbed Cleo and told Judy they had to call it a night. After some noisy goodbyes, He saw them out and locked up. His wife was now passed out on her chair, so he left her while he cleared the dining room, and sun lounge then loaded the dishwasher. After a quick wipe of the kitchen surfaces he helped his semi-conscious wife up the stairs, then undressed her, put her nightie on her, and got her to bed. He had no idea where the keys to his shoes were, so practically crawled down to the maid's room, took off his dress and petticoat, then had to give up trying to undo the knot in his corset, a little parting gift, he supposed, from the women. At that point he collapsed on the bed and slept. Sleep was not destined to last long, however. He woke up several times with cramp in his legs and his ribs hurt terribly. By seven o'clock he got up to make himself coffee. He couldn't remember eating anything and thought he ought to try to get something down or he would be ill. He made two slices of toast and sat on one of the bar stools they had in the kitchen, his feet dangling, so he didn't have to put his weight on his feet. He'd made himself presentable, even though he knew Judy wouldn't be down until at least eight thirty, and, judging by her state the previous night, probably much later. He slowly forced one slice of toast down, all the while feeling sick, so after a second coffee, he felt that was all he could eat. He wasn't sure of his lack of appetite was because he felt so down, or perhaps it was the constriction of the corset, although that didn't feel quite as tight today. He started thinking of his situation again. The clothes themselves were not a problem, if his wife wanted him to wear them, he would have done so, all she had to do was ask. The corset and shoes were a different matter, they were torturing him, but even worse than that was the humiliation he felt. He had seen that she wanted him to be her maid, but why the subterfuge, why the nearly obscene costume, and why get her snobbish friends to dress him for her? It can only be so that he wouldn't question her in front of them, that being the case, he decided to do as she wanted, for the time being, and not ask any questions. When Judy hadn't got up by nine, he made her some toast and coffee, added a couple of aspirins to the tray, and took it up to her. He paused and knocked on her bedroom door. "Come in." After he had entered and curtseyed, he placed the breakfast tray on the bed over her lap. "Well done Jame...Jilly. I'm sorry about last night, I'm afraid I drank too much." He just curtseyed. "How did I get to bed?" "It was part of my duties, Mistress." "It's alright, Jilly, you don't have to call me Mistress in the bedroom." "I'm sorry Mistress, but Jilly, the maid, has no choice." "What if I told you that I was actually feeling like a little loving this morning?" "I'm sorry, Mistress." He sighed and lifted his skirt and pulled down his rumba panties to show her the latex chastity. "I am unable to assist you Mistress." Judy looked in horror, then tried to pull down the latex, only to find it stuck to his stomach. She did succeed with his rumbas, to examine his smooth groin more closely. "Oh my," she sighed. "They've fixed you up properly, haven't they?" He just pulled up his panties, curtseyed and stood against the wall, hands clasped in front of him, waiting to receive any more orders while she ate. "You'd better run my bath then." She was beginning to think that his attitude with the women must have somehow angered them. After all, celibacy wasn't part of the deal, was it? She was convincing herself that this must have been at least to some extent, his fault. She had him dry her after her bath, and while she realised that he must be frustrated, towelling her body, she decided that the itch she had, needed to be dealt with. From personal knowledge, she knew that her husband had considerable oral skills so, still naked, she lay back on the bed and indicated that he should get down between her legs. She realised that, unexpectedly, the power she now had over another human being was an aphrodisiac, and it mattered not that it was the man she married. She looked down on the upper part of his pretty face as he ate her, wondering if she could persuade him to dress up sometimes, after the bet was over. She climaxed three times before she let him up. "That was most enjoyable, I hope it was, at least in part for you?" Jilly the maid, just curtseyed and stood against the wall again, no emotion showing on his face, except perhaps for a little pain that he couldn't disguise. "Clear away the breakfast things then, if you're going to be like that," She said rather grumpily. He just did as he was told in his usual formal manner, but back in the kitchen he had to spend a couple of minutes on the stool. His feet were hurting again, although at the moment, not as badly as the previous evening. He prepared a quiche for lunch, quite a good size one as he thought that it would do for him to snack on, then thoroughly cleaned the kitchen and dining room. When he heard the sound of the bell, he found the source in the sitting room. "Thank you for being so prompt," his wife said. "I'm going out to lunch, so I won't want anything, and then only a light meal tonight." He acknowledged in his usual way and silently made his way to the sun lounge, which was next on his mental list for cleaning. He placed the quiche in the refrigerator, made both their beds, changing his wife's, placed two loads of washing in the machine, then cleaned the bathrooms and bedrooms. By then the clothes and bedding were dry enough to iron and put away. His feet and legs were hurting, but not as badly as he feared as he guessed that he was getting used to the heels. His work took him until a little after six, when Judy arrived home, bringing with her a girl that he didn't recognise. "Come and sit in the kitchen, Jilly," she told him, "I have a little surprise present for you." It transpired that his wife had a late appointment to have her hair done, and the subject of her new maid had come up. Then they were talking about earrings, and Judy let it slip that her new maid didn't have her ears pierced. Her hairdresser's assistant was the girl who did piercing, and offered to come back with her, not only to give her service to Jilly, but also she lived with her parents only a short distance away. "I reckon that you're really lucky to have such a good boss as Mrs Davenport, thinking enough of you to pay for this and several pairs of expensive earrings," the girl told him when his wife was out of the room. He sat there having this one more indignity forced on him, saying nothing, while the girl pierced each ear twice. The she showed him how to keep turning the diamond studs, so that the holes didn't heal over them. "You only need to keep the studs in for a day, the piercing and treatment I've done means that you can wear some pretty, dangly ones tomorrow," She explained. After she had packed up her things, my wife asked if she would like a drink. She agreed, and they both settled on gin and tonics. Jilly brought them in with his usual formality, then returned to the kitchen to prepare a salad to go with the quiche. He was interrupted by his wife's little bell. "Miss Colby is staying for dinner, Jilly, neither of us will require a heavy meal but we will have it in the dining room." He placed a part baked French stick in the oven, and quickly laid out a cheese board with assorted biscuits for after. He laid the extra place at the table, with wine and water glasses, poured the iced water, and moved the dishes onto the service area in the dining room to be ready. This time his wife didn't belatedly ask him to bring nibbles, so by the time he returned to the sitting room, and stood discretely against the wall, waiting for them to finish their drinks or order more, they were ready to eat. He took them into the dining room and helped seat them, then served the quiche and salad, offering slices of the bread. "We'll have the red wine tonight, Jilly." Which he poured for his wife to taste. Receiving approval, he pour both their glasses, and stood back. "Where did you get this delicious quiche, Judy?" the girl asked. "My hus..maid.. Jilly made it, she's quite a good cook," replied Judy, nearly slipping up, but she had recognised that James had previously made the same dish. "Jilly doesn't say much, does she?" She was looking at him and smiling. He was not in enough of a benevolent mood to smile back. "No dear, I'm afraid that's my fault, I don't like chattering staff," Judy suddenly realised that her husband hadn't spoken a word ever since she got home, and felt any sort of explanation was better than none. The only acknowledgement of their presence was the ever present curtseying, accompanying the immaculate service. After he cleared the plates, he replaced them and offered the cheese board for them to select from, cutting off the required cheeses and then offering the biscuits. Then Judy noticed that he had placed port wine glasses among the place settings, so asked him to bring the decanter. She thought that she would get some response from him on this, as she knew it held most of the last bottle of his prized 1965 vintage. He poured this for each of them without flinching, but after his wife's appreciative noise she made after tasting it, the girl was less than impressed. "Do you think you have some lemonade to go with this?" she innocently asked. Without showing any outward sign of disapproval, he changed her glass for a larger tumbler, and poured lemonade onto a good measure of his precious port. It almost hurt him physically, to watch them eventually finish the decanter full while chattering inconsequentially and nibbling on the cheeses. "I'm beginning to think that you're not much of a man. Fancy allowing that slip of a girl to ruin your port like that." This came later that night as he helped his wife undress and take her make up off. He ignored the comment, his passive aggression was upsetting her more than if he had argued. "As you're good for nothing else, you'd better get between my legs again," She was beginning to regret ever having started this, and was more and more blaming him, forgetting that he knew nothing about what was going on. All she could think of was that he was acting miserably, after all, she thought, he's not doing that much more than he normally does, he often likes to cook. She had no real idea of all the chores he was doing and the pain he was suffering. His still tender ministrations to her needs was nevertheless relaxing for her. After cleaning up the rooms his wife had used, plus the kitchen, he sat down and had a small portion of quiche. He felt sick again as he realised that he'd forgotten for the second night to ask his wife for the keys to his heels. He went up to the bedroom, but it was too late, she was already asleep. It was at that point the gave up caring, just taking off the same clothes as the previous night and quickly falling asleep. He slept right through until his alarm went off With just enough time to have a coffee first, he then prepared his wife's breakfast and knocked on her bedroom door at exactly eight thirty. She didn't talk either, eating her breakfast, while he stood in attendance. He helped her bath and dress then went back to making his bed, then hers, once she had ensconced herself in the sitting room with the Sunday papers. At some stage there was a phone call, that she answered, but he didn't know anything about it until later, when she rang her bell for his presence. "Cleone Marchant is having a get together tonight, just a few friends and finger food, and we're invited." She smiled. "Well I am, you're employed. I've agreed that you will provide waitress service for her, as it's only next door, you can change into your pink uniform and trimmings here, it's not far for you to walk. I said we'd be there at seven thirty." He was horrified that his wife would exhibit him in this way. It was bad enough in front of her giggling women friends, but their husbands were people he played golf and socialised with. He would never be able to look them in the face again, especially Tony, Cleo's better half. He was a doctor in A & E, a sensible type, who was always serious but was well over six feet tall and big with it, good at sports and a man's man. "Don't look at me like that, if you hadn't had that affair this wouldn't be happening. You've brought it on yourself." He looked her in the eyes. "You know and I know that this was all a set up. I'm only doing it because I love you and don't want to loose you, and trust that you will be able to give me a very good reason for this when you decide to call a halt, Mistress." He curtseyed and returned to the kitchen. She was shocked and suddenly ashamed, first by his speech, and then realising she could put this loyal man through all this on a whim and the price of a few dresses. She made a decision, tonight was going to be the last night, she would use the party to publicly acclaim their love for each other and that she couldn't put him through this any more. If her friends wanted their pound of flesh they could have it. Jilly stayed as far out of the way of his wife as possible for the rest of the day. He had to serve her lunch of a sandwich and a dessert of yoghurt which he flavoured with chocolate, knowing that she liked the combination. He just managed to eat a plain yoghurt without throwing up. At least, he thought, his corset was not so tight as it had been, he reckoned that he must have lost at least a couple of pounds in weight since it was put on him. The drawback was that he was feeling very weak, so he knew that he had to find peace enough to accept his difficulties, before they made him seriously ill. He resolved that if he had a chance he would ask Tony Marchant about it tonight, that is if his friend would speak to a sissified version of himself. Judy offered that, if he would help her dress for the party, she would help him afterwards. To that end they started preparations not long after five, to give themselves plenty of time, at least Judy decided on all this and told him, as he made no comments. She wore a stunning empire style dress, folds of the light blue material hanging from just below her bust line, occasionally giving hints of her legs, as side slits to her mid thigh were occasionally revealed. He helped to pin her jet black hair up into a mass of curls on top of her head, her accessories were diamond necklace and earrings and she had opera length blue/grey gloves ready to put on after she had dressed Jilly. She was further upset when she realised that her husband had been unable to remove his shoes or corset since they were first fitted forty eight hours previously. She was so annoyed that she cut the corset lace, rather than go to the trouble of trying to undo the tightly pulled series of knots. Although Jilly couldn't remove the prostheses and latex panties, he was so relieved to be able to sit in a bath and clean the rest of himself, that he broke his silence to thank his Mistress. Although she said nothing to him, she was delighted to have decided to end this tonight, but she felt that as Cleo was really counting on him for service, so it would have to be some way into the evening before she called a halt. Once he was dried off, he clipped the pink corset round himself, and between the two of them they managed to tighten it. However, the first time he tried to put the pink maid's dress on, the corset hadn't pulled him in enough and they had to tighten it more before he was successful. Once again he could barely breath. The skirt on this dress was also even shorter than the black one, making his white frilly panties visible most of the time. When it came to the shoes, he had more problems. The heels were actually an inch and a half taller than the black pairs, and he found that made a disproportionate difficulty when it came to walking in them. He could barely manage and there was an ever present danger of him falling. It was so difficult that Judy told him that she would drive him, even though it was next door, as they each had longish drives, then she would take the car home and walk round after him. This is what they did, but she told her husband to go round to the back of Cleo's house, to the kitchen door, so that he wouldn't have to enter and meet everyone alone. She phoned Cleo and told her the arrangement, but Cleo being the sort of person she was, determined to further humiliate Jilly. He arrived, as planned, a few minutes to half past seven, and the hostess was in the kitchen to meet him. "Now, Jilly," she explained to him, "I want my guests to be able to find you, wherever you are tonight, as you will be taking trays of food round. So these little items of jewellery will help them." She took out the stud earrings that he still had in and replaced them with two pairs of chandelier type, each of them with three bells on, each bell the size of the ones hung in bird cages. She had some epoxy resin mixed up, which she dabbed on the fasteners so that, once it had set, he would have great trouble removing. Then she added a wide pink choker round his neck, which also had bells on, and fastened it with a small padlock. There were black letters on the choker which read 'Sissy Maid Jilly' but she had put it on so that he hadn't seen the wording. It would be up to Mary's husband Frank, to ask him why he was wearing it. Of course Jilly couldn't answer. "There we are, you won't be worried about loosing these pretty little things, will you?" But Cleo didn't expect or get a reply. Judy was planning to walk through the house when she returned, to find her husband, and at least accompany him through the initial introductions. Cleo was ahead of her though, and had arranged for her to be drawn into conversation with Sally Stewart, James's employer, her husband Mark and a couple of his friends, from out of town, that were there on business. The first time Judy saw her husband was when her attention was drawn by a tinkling sound, and there he was, a platter in each hand, offering cocktail sausages and vol-au-vents. Curtseying to each group as he offered them, in the way Cleo had instructed him. Of course Judy hadn't been party to these extra humiliations, so extraordinarily assumed that he had volunteered to wear them. Because of him being the spectacle he was, she decided that she was only too pleased not to be associated with him after all. She forgot that she was supposed to be supporting him and ending his humiliation that night. Jilly could hardly imagine a worse situation than the one he was in, a few friends these were not, it seemed that everyone they could think of had been invited. As well as the pains he expected, now he couldn't get away from the bloody bells. Being displayed in the most awful way in front of all their friends and neighbours, he just knew that he was going to have to move away, whether Judy wanted to come with him or not. Added to that, the physical pain of both corset and shoes, was redoubling every few minutes and at every step was the imminent danger of twisting an ankle. It was bad enough when he started out, most guests failed to recognise him, but that didn't last long, soon the whispering started, and then the jokers pinching or slapping his backside, so clearly on display, provided great amusement. While this was starting, Judy found that very quickly she seemed to have drunk four or five glasses full of Tony's home made punch, which seemed to mainly consist of a mixture of all the spirits known to man. She was getting very light headed and found herself increasingly relying on Mark's friends, Larry and Peter to hold her steady. To make matters worse, when they asked if her husband was there, she told them that he wasn't and that, slurring her words by then, he'd had an affair with their housemaid. Of course, in her mind, she was only maintaining the lie for appearances sake, not realising that she was offering an open invitation. In spite of all his own troubles, Jilly was trying to keep an eye on his wife, he'd seen that she was drinking heavily and was worried that she might have problems. When he saw one of the men she was with, lean in and kiss her cheek, he tried to get over to her, through the large crowd in the entrance foyer area of the house. Cleo grabbed him then and steered him back to the kitchen to refill his trays with food. By the time he got back he could see that Judy had downed another drink and was being given yet another by the taller man who had kissed her. He was finally able to approach her and her two friends. "May I help you, Mistress?" he asked staring hard into her face. "No, go away," he was told by Peter who felt for sure he was on a promise. "Mistress?" He had to try to get her attention. "I expect this is the type that wants to be put over a strong man's knee and spanked," a grinning Larry contributed to the conversation after seeing Jilly's choker. At this point Judy realised what Larry was referring to and burst out laughing and at the same time Paula turned him round so that the group she was with could help themselves to some mini pork pies and quiches from his trays. By the time they had finished choosing, Jilly turned round to just catch a glimpse of the three of them headed up Cleo's enormous staircase towards the bedrooms. As fast as he could in his stupid heels, he made his way over to the stairs, placing his platters untidily on a low table at their foot. With great difficulty he part walked, part pulled himself up the stairs, finally reaching the top where he found the three, his wife hanging on Peter's arm with her eyes closed, and Larry flipping a coin in the air. "Heads.... I win, I go first," called Peter. "What the hell are you doing?" Jilly demanded, although it was obvious. "What's it got to do with you, Queer?" Larry replied. Meanwhile Judy, only partially conscious, suddenly realised that Jilly was arguing with what she thought was her friend. "Oh, so you can speak when you want to." Still slurring her words. "Go away." At that point she pushed him, not hard, but he was off balance and his right ankle twisted and broke. This happened just at the point there was no floor to land on. He fell tumbling arms and legs flailing down the long staircase, landing in an untidy heap at the bottom. His ankle and the opposite leg at his shin, were bent at horribly unnatural angles and one of his thumbs was bent too far back. Someone stepped forward and bent to help him stand. "Don't touch him!" yelled Tony Marchant. "He may have spinal injuries, call an ambulance." At that moment instinct kicked in for the party host and he went seamlessly into emergency doctor mode, hold Jilly's head still between his bended knees while at the same time feeling for a pulse. Momentarily Jilly started to wake. "Judy. She's too drunk. Doesn't know what she's doing. Help her." Then he passed out again. By this time the person in question suddenly looked over the balcony and understood why her husband had disappeared. She sobered up enough to realise what she'd done and screamed. "I've killed him! Oh my God! I've killed my husband!" The two beaus, who up to that point thought they had the situation under control, suddenly felt an urgent need to distance themselves from the action, but couldn't think how they could get downstairs without climbing over a body. They took the coward's way out and hid in the nearest bedroom. In view of the murder confession that everyone heard, one of the guests took it upon himself to also call the police, as no one else seemed to be going to. With remarkable control, considering her state, Judy managed to get to the bottom of the stairway without falling, and was grabbed by Mary, who hugged her and told her it would all be alright. It wasn't said, however, with any great degree of confidence. It wasn't long before the sirens heralded the arrival of the ambulance, which parked right outside the front door of the house. While they started to stabilise their patient, two policemen entered, to find out what was going on. Someone pointed out to them that there were two men at the top of the stairs that weren't there now, but they hadn't come down. Suspecting the men of at least being witnesses to the incident, they went in search and it didn't take long to find them and get preliminary statements, naturally blaming Judy. Meanwhile the ambulance men had formed their own opinions. "Bloody pervert, wears shoes like that and doesn't expect to pay the price." "This is the most honourable man I know," Tony told them and of course they knew him from the hospital. "He's as far from a pervert as you can get. He was forced into these clothes by some very stupid women, my own wife included. They all claimed that he'd cheated on his wife, but it was a set up. They just wanted him to show he loved his wife so much he'd do anything to prove it." By now they had a spinal board strapped under Jilly, so Tony could stand up and talk loudly to all the guests who had by now pressed in to come to see what the commotion was about. "How many men here love their wives so much, and stand by their word so resolutely, that they'd make themselves look like this to prove it? Even like this he was thinking of his wife's safety before his. He's not only, not a sissy, as my dear wife would have you believe, he's brave and he's loyal and I'm proud to be able to call him my friend." Drifting in and out of consciousness and still in severe pain, in spite of the jab the medic had given him, Jilly was mystified. As he was being carried out to the ambulance on a stretcher, it seemed like crowds were standing each side as he passed, clapping him. He wrote it off as a delusion caused by the painkillers. Upon arriving at the hospital, he was taken for an immediate x-ray, to find out if there was any damage to his spinal cord. There was. His neck was technically broken, and if Tony hadn't stopped someone from moving him, he would have been at least a paralysed quadriplegic, or, at worst would have died. As it was he faced many weeks of being immobilised from shoulders to head and having casts moulded round his leg, opposite ankle and left hand. As for the women involved, because James insisted that he'd put the shoes on of his own free will, and then slipped just stepping back to avoid Judy's push, there was nothing the criminal justice system could do to them. It didn't make Judy feel any differently about her guilt. "A bet for a dress!" When James was told by his wife what it had all been about he seriously thought about leaving her. The only brightness in the whole sorry affair, as far as James was concerned, was that he learned that he hadn't dreamt that the guests were clapping him. Sally Stewart came in to visit him and assure him that he still had a job and to apologise for her part, but she also gave him a verbatim account of Tony's speech before the ambulance took him away. As it was all four of the conspiring women were made to pay a penance, ordered by James, but to the delight of their husbands. Once James was recovered sufficiently, Cleo and Tony held a repeat of their party, with all but two of the same guests, Larry and Peter were disowned by Sally and Mark Stewart. There was one big difference. There were four French maids, high heels, but not six inch, with very tiny costumes and very tight corsets. After the party, the maids all had to go home and serve their husbands for a week, call them 'Sir', serve their meals, not eat until they were told, and curtsey to them just so that they knew a little of what James had to put up with. "You know, it wasn't all bad," James reminisced one day. "Such as what?" Judy asked him. "Well if it hadn't been for the five or six inch heels, and the corset had not been quite as tight, and if I'd been asked nicely, I think it would have been fun. I loved the feel of stockings, and especially the tickling of the petticoats, and if we'd been able to have sex..." + + + + The next Saturday afternoon: "Jilly, you've been a naughty girl, I'm going to have to take you to the bedroom and spank you." "Yes Mistress. But remember it's your turn next week."