The Good Neighbour
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I was in my kitchen finishing off the washing up, I was dressed as I
normally was, on a Saturday lunchtime, in my afternoon uniform, white
lace bra, white French Knickers, white lacy suspenders, tan stockings,
three inch high heeled black court shoes, a white multi layered nylon
net petticoat trimmed with white lace, which rustles every time I move
and fans out the very full dress of my uniform showing off the lacy
edges of the petticoats. My short black dress has a white lace collar &
cuffs. Finally I have a starched white apron and a white maids cap, a
black shoulder length wig. I am heavily made up and my nails and lips
are scarlet.
Imagine my absolute terror when I turned around to see my pretty petite
neighbour Sarah sitting at my table smiling. "Well, well, well, What
have we here? I thought I saw someone in a fancy black dress taking out
the rubbish, I thought that you might have a girlfriend at last, so I
thought I would pop round and say hello to her, but what do I find; a
little sissy maid. So I got to thinking, my house needs a bit of
cleaning and unless you would like me to tell everyone about your little
secret, you will be round mine in ten minutes - just as you are - and
ready to spend the rest of this weekend in cleaning my house".
With that she left and I was left swallowing, I could feel my heart
pounding against my false breast. "Shit" I thought "now what am I going
to do" But I knew exactly what I had to do, so I very quickly ran
around and slipped in the back door of her house. She was now sitting at
her kitchen table with a huge grin on her face.
"I didn't think you'd be long, now, we need to start as we mean to go
on, so GET OUT" she shouted "and knock" I did, "Come in" I entered
"Curtesy" I did so "You'll get better" she said "with practice, and I
intend to give you quite a lot of practice" she giggled. "Now I think
we'll start with a bit of floor scrubbing you'll find all you need under
the sink after that you can wash up, clean the oven, vacuum the
carpets, dust the rooms, make the bed, oh and there's a whole load of
ironing, now busy busy busy, say Yes madam, curtsey to me and get on
with it and don't make too much noise!"
"Yes Madam" I said giving a neat little curtsey and found a bucket
complete with scrubbing brush and some floor cleaner, I worked the
entire afternoon, through the evening and well into the early hours
without so much as a minute's break. I went home at four in the morning
collapsed on to my bed exhuasted. At about 9:15 on Sunday my phone rang
waking me.
"Where are you? I am sitting here waiting for my breakfast, now get your
self dressed and report for your duties - I expect you to be here in
fifteen minutes - understand?"
I groaned and got up I had been so tired when I got home that I had
slept in my uniform and on inspection I saw that it was very crumpled
and soiled. In my wardrobe I found my plain black 'A' line dress with
white collar and cuffs. I took off my french knickers, corset and
stockings which I swapped for pink briefs and tights, my net petticoat
was exchanged for a plain white slip and my courts for flats. I made up
my face straightened my wig and put on a clean white apron and cap.
Six months later
Well he has been with me now for six months and from the outset I knew
that I would have to de-feminise my new acquisition. You see I now have
quite a bit of time to research sissies, they do like to dress up in all
their finery and high heels, ponce about shaking a feather duster around
and generally look as if they are cleaning, but I need someone to work
as a skivvy, to clean and cook, do the laundry and ironing, shop and
generally look after this house and garden and to wait on me hand and
foot. So I think that they should both live and dress the part. His
entire wardrobe now consists of two white aprons and one striped one,
one pair of sissy white panties with a little red rose pattern on them,
so that if anyone sees them there is absolutely no doubt that they are
girly knickers, and, more importantly they can never be confused with
mine, one plain white bra, one plain white nylon full slip, one pair of
tan tights, one grey polyester cotton overall dress, from Alexandra's,
one pair of flat black shoes, one pink cotton night-dress and two little
girly handkerchiefs. A black bobbed wig and a little maids tie on cap.
He knows that everything must be kept in perfect order at all times - or
else. He is allowed to replace items as they become worn out but first
he has to make do and mend. He also has a cheap suit, a nylon shirt, a
pair of socks and shoes to go to work in.
He has to ensure that he is always perfectly made up and I make him buy
cheap cosmetics from the pound or 99 pence shop.
His room is a tiny windowless room in the attic with a two-foot-six iron
bedstead, a very thin old filthy mattress, a second hand pillow and a
well worn blanket. The only other things in the room are an old wind up
alarm clock and an old chipped enamel bucket. There is no light and I
have had a strong iron barred door fitted like those you see in the old
westerns. He has to be up and out of bed before the alarm finishes
ringing, he has ten minutes to shave wash dress and get down to work.
Boy does he work! He gets up at 5:45 and works until 8:45 and then goes
to work in his office, he is a clerk, he gets home at 13:15 changes and
works until 13:45 and then its change again and back to work, home and
in uniform by 5:15 and work until 10:15 then bed, every day no
exceptions no excuses just work when he doesn't have to go to work he
works here from 5:55am right through to 10:15pm with three ten minute
breaks to eat or pee or drink. He is not allowed to sit or lay unless he
is in his room.
And there is the corrective discipline. He told me that most sissies
like to be disciplined with a few slaps on the bottom., but I thought
that if I were to put him across my knee it wouldn't be so much of a
punishment as a thrill because I am quite petite! So we work the demerit
system, he gets demerits for all his misdemeanours until he reaches 24,
which I keep a tally of, in my little black book and when he reaches the
total, I make him ring my friend Sharon and arrange an appointment for
her to visit he also has to beg her for 36 strokes of the heavy cane,
she always tries to talk him down to 24 but he has to insist on 36,
telling her all the things he has done to earn such a dire punishment.
She always brings a huge sack of ironing with her which he will have to
complete perfectly later or he goes over Sharon's knee for a very sound
hair-brushing. Sharon is a very large lesbian lady who dislikes men in
general and him in particular! He is so afraid of her he trembles with
fear as soon as he knows that she is coming. She rings the bell and he
lets her in she gives him her keys and tells him to fetch her stuff from
the car, he is not allowed to use the front door at all, so he has to
close the door, run down stairs, out of the backdoor, down the garden,
out of the back gate, and round to the front, locate and unlock the car,
get the sack of laundry and the empty hangers, lock the car, run all the
way back, put the laundry in the utility room and get up to his room in
the attic and he better not have kept her waiting too long! Sharon
orders him to strip off his shoes, tights and pants, put his pillow in
the middle to raise his bottom and get on the bed where she spread
eagles him. She fastens him to the head and foot posts of his little
iron bed, there are four loops of stout cloth attached to his bed two
each at the foot at the head he puts his wrists and ankles in the loops
and a small piece if tubing is pushed down so that escape is impossible.
She then pushes up his skirt and slip baring his bottom and proceeds to
lay on 36 solid strokes of a heavy cane which has him balling and crying
and whimpering from the start and he is in quite a lot of pain for a
whole week or more. He has been known to wet himself which can't be very
nice for him to go to bed in a wet bed. After it is over she releases
one hand and tells him he has 15 minutes to report to me. He has to
dress, brush his hair, fix his make-up, make his bed and come to me and
thank me profusely for tending to his needs, pandering to his fetish and
keeping him on the straight and narrow, as I am usually in bed or having
a bath and he is sobbing so much he has difficulty getting the words
out, I just wave him away telling him to bring me coffee and to be quick
about it, I feel that to administer punishment and then send him to bed
feeling sorry for himself is almost a reward, so just to enhance his
experience he has to get Sharon to come over in the morning which means
that he has to go to work in a state of extreme distress but no quarter
is ever given and beg as he may there is no allowance at all he has to
work and keep to his times and he has a huge bag of ironing to do after
his normal chores so little sleep for him. No wonder he prefers to be
thrashed on a weekend! Not that that is the easy option, oh no, Sharon
will often stay the whole weekend following him and hounding him and
slapping him during the entire time if he so much as slows down for a
second! If he can go a month without a hiding all demerits are
cancelled, he hasn't managed it yet, but what he doesn't know is that in
the unlikely event of that happening too often I will lower the tariff.
Sharon likes seeing him in pain, making him cry and so do I, so I want
him punished at least once a month and he seems to get plenty of
demerits after about three weeks!
I also keep him in a state of enforced chastity, sissies always tell you
that they crave this but actually they like to masturbate two or three
times a day! I tried various devices but the kali's teeth is the most
effective of all. It gives exceedingly painful reminders to keep down
all thoughts of a sexual nature, it comes off once a month for three
minutes, if he's lucky and he's not often very lucky! After two months
he is really at breaking point and will cry at the least little thing -
I really like that. I want to get him to go for a whole year and I am
thinking of filling the lock up with super-glue!
The other thing is that I don't like him to chatter, so he is only
allowed to say certain things without first asking permission. His stock
phrases are "Yes Madam (Miss or Sir, if he's not talking to me)", "No
Madam", "Please Madam", "Thank you Madam". Nothing else is allowed on
pain of a demerit and he will do anything to avoid getting a demerit and
each phrase must be accompanied with a nice curtesy which I must say he
is now very good at.
I feel like a queen, he waits on me, he pampers me, and I haven't lifted
a finger in this house for months. I am all powerful in my own domain,
when I come into a room he curtseys and with a wave of my hand he
disappears and when I feel really mean I will give him a demerit for not
completing whatever task it was that he was doing and at the snap of my
fingers or the tinkle of my little bell he reappears anxious, eager and
willing to obey my every command.
One Year later
I now have the most awful life imaginable, the old adage be careful what
you wish for in case it comes true, certainly applies to me. I have been
a virtual slave for a about a year, my dreams of being a maid to a
strict mistress have indeed come true, but golly what a difference
reality is from my fantasy. I am a real drudge, not one minute of my
time is unaccounted for; I have to work here for three hours before I go
to work and rush home at dinnertime, change into my uniform and prepare
and serve a perfect lunch for Miss Sarah, change, rush back to work and
then at five o'clock run home to begin another five hours of drudgery.
My punishment kicks in so to speak when I reach twenty four demerits
Miss Sarah is a small quite petite woman but it is her friend and I
think, lover, the amazon, Miss Sharon who administers all the
punishments and she does this without a scrap of mercy.
Miss Sharon frightens me like you would not believe. She is over six
feet tall, weighs in at about sixteen stone, is vey powerfully built and
she has the most evil hatred of me. I know that when she gets a call
from me, asking her to come and cane me, she will be on her way over the
next morning and will arrive about seven thirty. It is decreed by miss
Sarah that punishment is carried out in the morning before I go to work.
I don't sleep much once it has been decided. I have to telephone Miss
Sharon to make the appointment the night before and I have to insist
that she gives me thirty six of the very best she likes to tease me by
saying that I cannot possibly want that many strokes (which of course I
don't but when she did this for the first time I agreed and subsequently
I had twenty four strokes each Monday for six weeks). She normally
brings a big bag of ironing, but sometimes it is all her laundry and I
know that I will have to complete all the washing and ironing by the
next morning how ever much there is, and however sore and tired I am, or
receive more demerits, I try to do anything to avoid that. On average I
normally get a hiding about every three to four weeks and the pain is
awful for four or five days after that it becomes manageable, but the
marks stay for weeks in fact I always have the marks of a recent
thrashing. I nearly always cry myself to sleep now. My cock aches
entrapped as it is in its spiked prison and hasn't been released for
over six months and there is no end in sight.
On the last Friday of every month I have to go to Miss Sharon's flat for
a "holiday" let me say right now its no holiday for me. I have to catch
the bus right after I finish on Friday evening and it takes about half
an hour, I run from the bus stop to the house and hope that I'm not too
late - Miss Sharon does not use the demerit system, I just get thrashed
if I displease her in any way and believe me its not hard to do. She
makes me wear the full works; black frilly dress, lace bra, French
Knickers, Black corset, Black seamed stockings, like I used to do but
the five inch high heels really make my feet and legs ache. I have to
make myself up like a real tart and I have to work just as hard as I do
at home if not harder and then I am expected to "please" her during the
night with my tongue and boy does she take some "pleasing". I work all
day Saturday and Sunday morning and then have to change and catch the
bus home and be there by one o'clock Sunday lunchtime and woe betide me
if I am late! When I get home I am expected to be in my usual uniform
within three minutes and I must catch up on all the work because Miss
Sarah won't have lifted a finger. there will be laundry and washing up,
bed making and tidying and vacuuming before I can go to bed, and if she
decides that I didn't catch up with or perform all of my duties to
perfection I can expect some demerits as well! Sharon will phone a
report which will undoubtedly reward me with five or six demerits even
though I will have already been over miss Sharon's knees during my
holiday weekend and had several severe doses of her hairbrush so much so
that my poor bottom is permanently sore and swollen.
Six Months Later
I had been quite excited I had managed against all the odds not to get a
single demenit for thirty days, I came home from work and was getting
changed when I saw on the notice board the following notice
Imagine how distraught I was, I had 21 demerits already and hoped that
they would for the first time ever be cancelled. I broke down and
sobbed. Madam came in and I forgot to curtesy , which did not go
unnoticed and I was immediately awarded another demerit and she asked if
I had seen the new regulations. Unable to speak, I simply nodded and
curtesyed."You have 22 demerits and therefore need to be flogged, I have
phoned Sharon and she will be here in the morning, she is very excited
about the new procedure as she says she will probably see more of you. I
take it that youtwo are ot having an affair behind my back?" she giggled
My Neighbour
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