Steven s Adventure With Mrs Remington Chapter 2
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It was the longest shower of my life. Oh sure, in the past I'd used
the shower to masturbate in, wasting time and water. Something about
the warm jets of water soothing and arousing, but washing away my body
hair? Doing so knowing that Mrs. Remington was waiting for me? Suffice
to say I took my time. It was a strange feeling, watching all the
little hairs from my legs and chest wash themselves away down the
plughole. A tad melancholy and yet also a promise of happy times yet
to come. That was it though, there I was, a red blooded 19 year old
male that had been locked in chastity and made to wear girls clothes
and yet I was... content. There was nowhere I'd rather be, nothing I'd
rather be doing.
I tried to get the stupid chastity device off of course pulling at the
steel tube, trying to work loose the little padlock. Nothing I tried
however worked, not even when my cock was slick with soapy water. To
say it was frustrating was an understatement. That Mrs. Remington had
taken control like that thrilled me, as did the knowledge that she
even thought of my penis's existence from time to time.
After what seemed an age but was in reality more like 15 minutes I got
out of the shower and dried myself off, the warm fluffy towel strange
against my denuded skin, sending shivers of electric excitement all
over my body. It was a good thing Mrs. Remington had no visitors as
she had left the bathroom door wide open, where anyone could have seen
me. Through the open door I could at least hear her whistling happily
from my room. Dumping the towel on the floor I padded down the hall
only to pause before the door, taking a deep breath to steady my
nerves before entering.
"You wanted to see me after my shower Ma'am?" I said as I entered,
unsure as to what she had planned next.
"Stand still Stephanie. Hands on your head," was her reply and the
wicked smile across her pretty face left me in no doubt that she was
up to something, "You aren't the biggest 19 yearold boy are you. 5'6
I'd say?"
She patted my ass possessively as she said it, my eyes watching her
breasts pressed up against her t-shirt rather than her face despite my
efforts not too. The presence of the chastity device hadn't dimmed my
hormone driven sex drive.
"5'7 Ma'am. Or close enough," I murmured. It wasn't true, I was barely
5'6 and a half but it made me feel taller.
"Good. Much the same size as the girls at my school. It's vacation
time at the moment but I dropped by there this morning to pick up
something for you," she purred, her voice husky and mysterious,
"Luckily the drama department has something left over from last years
play that I think will fit you perfectly."
With a magicians showmanship she stripped the duvet of the top of the
bed to reveal what she had laid out underneath: a maids uniform.
It was horrible. A black dress, white apron. Even a set of pantyhose
and smart black shoes. I gasped, I simply couldn't believe it. No way
was this right, no way was this for real. No way was I going to wear
that uniform.
I turned and looked at her, my eyes as wide as saucepans. "You are
joking, aren't you Mrs. Remington?"
She gave a hearty chuckle and kissed my cheek. "Of course I'm not
joking sweetie. What's the problem, you wore girls clothes yesterday?"
"I. Well," I murmured, "those were jeans and a t-shirt. A guy could
maybe wear something similar. I mean I saw guys around town in skinny
jeans sometimes. This though... this is super girly!"
"Silly girl. As far as I'm concerned you are a girl," said Mrs.
Remington, a well-manicured finger tapping the chastity cage, making
it tinkle, "besides Stephanie. you promised you'd do anything I said.
You'll like this. Maybe not all of what I have planned for you but
enough of it to make it all worth your while."
She was like a snake charmer. Even as she spoke she was circling round
me, drawing me closer. Her body pressing up behind me, her breasts on
my back, her arms wrapping round my waist.
"You'll do it for me honey. Won't you?" said Mrs. Remington.
It was physically uncomfortable, nauseating, my mind so torn it was
taking a toll on my body. I was so close to screaming, to protesting,
to refusing outright. It was like she'd set a spell on me though, even
as every rational part of my being said no, my heart said yes.
"Yes Ma'am." I fought back tears.
She was cooing. "Good Girl. Let me help you."
I felt a kiss on the back of my neck and then watched with wide eyes
as she stepped in front of me and bent over, the dress spreading tight
on her bottom as she picked up a pair of panties, pink and lacy with
flowers on them.
"Just for you sweetheart," she cooed as she kneeled down in front of
me, slipping my legs into the holes and pulling them up tightly over
the chastity device. I didn't even think to protest, the glimpse down
her cleavage throwing my mind off-balance far too much.
I groaned the twinkle of mischief in her eyes tormenting me. I was so
excited even as I wished I was angry with her.
"Now Stephanie... I know you are new to this, so instead of stockings
I got you some tights instead. What you Americans call pantyhose. I'm
sure you'll look just adorable in them though."
These too she slipped on to me, grinning widely as she did so, her
hand lingering on the nylon over my bottom. They were opaque and felt
soft against my skin. I swear I felt faint.
"If only you had boobies, honey... You might even pass as a girl," she
laughed, "Maybe we should get you a training bra? For practice?"
It was torture, pure torture. I wanted to scream at her. Staring deep
into her gaze I just whimpered and shook my head.
"Don't worry honey. I'll help you with your dress too."
I pouted. Not because I wanted to wear the damn dress. I pouted
because it seemed so extra emasculating to be so dependent on her. "I
can do it Ma'am. I can dress myself!"
It was no use. She tutted and tsked, lifting my arms, stepping me into
it, even zipping it up.
"I'm sure you can Stephanie. I am enjoying dressing you though. It's
not like I've had anyone to dress up in an awfully long time. Now stop
pouting or I'll smack your cute bum."
I looked down at the dress. Reaching to my knee it was quite
respectable, something an actual maid might wear. Was that better or
worse for me? If it was shorter I could try and tell myself it was
just a costume, a silly joke, something that won't happen again. Like
this though I feel stuck, vulnerable. I feel like I am hers. She even
goes so far as to put the apron on me, the crisp white linen hugging
the dress, making me look like I'd stepped out of some mansion or
hotel. What's awful is... I'm not sure I hate the feeling.
"There, you look lovely dear," she said. Even to a guy who can be
struggle to pick up a woman's signals like me it was becoming obvious
just how much she was enjoying this, "now then, tempted though I was
to get you some heels, I stuck with some practical flat black shoes
for you. I'll leave you to put them on. I trust you know how to vacuum
Stephanie?"
I nodded forlornly. I did know how to vacuum after all, even as I
hated it.
"Good Girl. The house needs doing other than my bedroom. You have an
hour to complete it, the vacuum is in the downstairs cupboard. I'll
check on you when I am done in my room. Chop. Chop."
With that, she clapped her hands and left me alone with my thoughts,
whirling out the door towards her own bedroom.
(I'm debating if I should do another few chapters of this series. Part
of me wants to move on.. part of me is still enjoying it. I suspect
people are frustrated with the slow pace. Any feedback, let me know!
My email address is [email protected]. Also, dommes or
people who like to play domes that feel like encouraging me to be more
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