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For anyone who doesn't know, 'Borstal boys' is a reference to an institution, now closed, that was a prison (supposedly Borstal School) in which under eighteen violent offenders were incarcerated and it became a term used for all institutions of that type. MAID FOR THE MANSION Darren was surprised when he saw that the tall, elegant woman returned his smile from the other side of the room. They were both guests at a party that he was finding had sunk him to the depths of boredom, not helped when he realised that he was almost certainly the youngest person there by quite a margin. Up until now he was sorry he'd accepted the invitation from the host, who he barely knew, and was a complete stranger to everyone else in the room. To be fair, he was making a brave attempt to behave better than he had done, he had found himself at the tender age of twenty one, heir to a substantial business portfolio his parents had left him after they had been killed in a plane crash. Up to now he had been a typical playboy with no responsibilities, now he felt that he had to get a grip on his life. He was aware that the administrators of his estate really just wanted to get on with the job themselves, with no interference, and up to now he had been content to take the large monthly allowance and keep his nose out of things. Now he felt he should learn about business in order to eventually take charge of his investments, feeling he owed it to his parents. As his first sojourn into the adult business world, he decided it best to try to get to know others in the community at an informal gathering, hoping to absorb some commercial acumen by a sort of osmosis process. But by then he was bored, until the response from that woman "Hi, my name's Darren," he introduced himself. "Hello Darren, I'm Joyce. You don't look as if you're enjoying this little party?" She smiled and lilt in her voice made the statement into a question. He got a refill of her drink and had another himself. They chatted for some time before she suggested that they find a quiet restaurant to eat at, rather than just survive on the tiny nibbles they were offered there. At first he was dismayed that she towered over his mere five feet six height, but she didn't seem to notice and it soon wasn't an issue. Over dinner another hurdle was jumped when she told him that she was all of ten years older than him, but she was so stunning he was happy to accept that she liked the virility of younger men. He blessed the day he had accepted the party invitation when she told him that she had taken a hotel room, not wishing to travel late at night. It was almost dawn before they settled to sleep, exhausted by their sexual athletics. She surprised him even more by enthusiastically agreeing to a second date but before he left her, she told him that she had to make him aware of something. "Darren, I have to tell you that I have a daughter." "How old is she?" he asked. "Thirteen. Her name is Millie. Don't worry, you don't have to take responsibility for her, it's just that you may see her and I didn't want it to come as a shock." He saw Joyce twice more, delighted to have her wear him out each time, before she invited him to her house. It then became obvious that he would meet Millie for the first time. He viewed the introduction with a deal of trepidation. He knew that he would be viewed as a rival for her mother's affections and as such he would almost certainly be treated with an open hostility. It wasn't something he was happy about. He turned up at five on the Saturday evening, Joyce had told him that they would all have a meal together so that he could get to know Millie, and because she would have to go to bed earlier than them, they would eat early. The first surprise he had was the size of Joyce's house. It was in fact a mansion on three floors set in enormous grounds and had, he estimated, around a dozen bedrooms., more if you included the servants' quarters in the top floor attic. "I've often thought of moving out of this place," she told him, "it's my family home and it was fine when we had servants to run the place, but now it is ridiculously big for just the two of us." After the initial rather tense introduction to Millie, it turned out that he was able to get on famously with the girl. He was able to discuss the modern music scene with her, he'd actually seen some of her favourite performers live and she had him tell her all about each gig, listening wrapped to every detail. "Darren is so much more fun than your usual choice of boyfriend," she told her mother as they sat at the dining table, making him blush. Then to him, "She usually brings home these old fossils and thinks I'll get on with them, for goodness sake, some of them are nearly forty!" He laughed out loud, remembering that at her age he thought that anyone over thirty was near to drawing their pension. How people's views of life changed as they got older themselves. "You make it sound as if I have a long queue of boyfriends stretching out from the front door, Millie," Joyce laughed. "It honestly isn't like that." "No, I must admit that Mummy's sex life isn't what it could be, you'll have to help her remedy that," Millie giggled. "Millie!" Joyce showed how shocked she was, but couldn't help a little smile towards Darren. "You don't know anything about my sex life and you shouldn't either." "Oh come off it Mummy, I know that Darren is going to stay the night and I'm sure it's not so that you can show off your prowess at Scrabble." Their laughter broke what could have been an embarrassing moment for him and Joyce insisted that he allowed Millie to show him her pop memorabilia that she kept in her room while she cleared up. She was very proud of all the different souvenirs she had collected in spite of her tender age and her room, as well as being her bedroom was also a den for her with computer, TV, sound system, piles of dolls and enough books to half fill a library. "I do get a bit lonely here sometimes," she told him. "There aren't any other children in the neighbourhood, as you probably noticed, with the size of this place there's not even a neighbourhood. If I have friends from school over, someone has to bus them to and from, so it is all a bit complicated." They spent a half hour, looking over the apps on her phone and he showed her a couple of sites that would be interesting on her computer before Joyce called them back down. They took seats in what Joyce called the 'nook', a small sitting room that they obviously used most of the time and where they sat and chatted while half of Millie's attention was drawn to the 'Sound of Music' that she put on the player. The next day Joyce had promised her daughter a trip to a huge amusement park some thirty miles from the house. After many entreaties Millie managed to persuade Darren to go with them and he actually enjoyed the day, bringing out his inner child. On the way home Joyce remembered that she had to collect some business papers on the way home and asked if they wanted to eat out in a restaurant. She told them that the rides had upset her stomach somewhat so if she went and got the papers, perhaps they would eat and she would pick them up later. Millie enthusiastically agreed and Darren was in such a good mood he just went with the flow. They had a nice meal, the young girl even had a sip or two of his wine and at the appointed time they were outside where Joyce picked them up. After Millie had gone to bed they sat for some time talking and drinking nearly a bottle of scotch before they too turned in. Darren was out like a light, he wasn't used to drinking that much and he hadn't noticed that Joyce had actually drunk very little and had to help him into bed. He was vaguely aware of her playing with his penis and frequently asking if she was doing the right thing, eventually giving him a fantastic blow job. When she didn't swallow he made a great effort and told her she should have. They cuddled up together and he joined in passionate kisses before he dropped off to sleep again. He woke up slowly, not recognising his surroundings for a time, more concerned with the man inside his head using a sledgehammer to try to get out. He realised that he was in a very familiar bedroom, Millie's, but couldn't work out why or how he'd got there. He was naked as he got out of bed and went to the toilet, when he got back into the bedroom Joyce walked in. "I've got something to show you," was all she said and pressed the play button for the CD player. It showed him in the restaurant the previous evening, giving Millie some of his wine. They were giggling and laughing. Then it cut to her in her bed wearing a baby doll nightdress. It showed him getting into bed with her and them fondling each other. The audio started at that point with her asking him if she was doing things that he liked and him telling her what to do, including the swallowing comment he remembered and culminating in them falling asleep in each other's arms, a rag doll held by Millie between them. That spoke volumes, emphasising her age. "I didn't do that," was all he could say, in contradiction of the plain evidence they had both been watching and suddenly conscious of his lack of clothes. "How long do you think you'd get inside if that went to the police?" Joyce asked him. "I'm told they love kiddie fiddlers inside, do you think you'd survive being some lifer's bitch Darren?" "You're blackmailing me?" It wasn't a great leap of logic. Any other explanation would have him already being interviewed at the local police station. "Let's just say that I have an alternative scenario," she smiled. "I'm going to employ you." "What do you mean?" His head was splitting and he couldn't think straight. He was trying to work out exactly what had happened to get him into that fix. She walked into the bathroom and returned with some tablets and a glass of water. "You'll find me a sympathetic employer, so long as you do as you're told." He swallowed the tablets and drank all the water in an attempt to wash away the contents of the floor of a birdcage in his mouth. "What do you want me to do? Something illegal?" "For someone who has just slept with a girl well under the sixteen year old legal age, it's a bit late to start worrying about laws now," she laughed. "No, it's not illegal although I can't promise you that you'll enjoy it at first, but you'll soon get used to it and in the end I think it will suit you. Come with me." She led him out of the bedroom, he looked round but couldn't see his clothes so followed her along the corridor and up a narrow flight of stairs at the end. This brought them to another corridor, back over the top of the first, with a number of doors off. She opened the second on the right into a large bathroom with both two baths and a wet area with three shower heads. "Stand still, put your arms out." She waved an aerosol can round his body, coating him liberally in a foul smelling gunk. She had him stand there for several minutes, running a bathe for him with a flowery smelling oil in the water, but first she had him stand under a cold shower which washed off the gunk with all his body hair. Only then was he allowed to relax in the warm waters of the bath. While he was lying there, trying to think of a way out of the mess he was in, she went off, returning when she told him it was time to dry himself. At least the towels were nice and soft and felt good on his denuded skin. He had to stand still then, while she glued frighteningly realistic 'D' cup breasts to his chest then told him to follow her. They walked, his breasts wobbling and surprisingly heavy, on down the corridor to the next door which was obviously a young girl's bedroom. "This is your room and from now on you will be known by the name of Darlene, you are the maid to the Devlin household and as such you will never speak unless asked to. I'm going to help you dress now, but you will have to do it yourself after today. Do you understand all that, Darlene?" "Yes Joyce." He was numb. "To you I'm no longer Joyce, I am Mrs Devlin if you have to refer to me, or just Madam if we're alone, Mistress if among other people. You have much to learn, so let's get you dressed." She opened a drawer in a tall dresser and took out a small metal device. All this time his member had remained shrivelled up so it took little effort on her part to fix the chastity cage on him and lock it securely. It was followed by a long corset with cups for his fake breasts that clipped onto him at the front. She showed him how to tighten the laces at the back by looping them over a hook on the wall and pulling away from it. He was shown how tight it had to be to enable his dress to be done up. The guide was; when he could barely breath, it was only just tight enough. Just before it was finally tightened he was shown to put on his black seemed stockings, panties and black patent shoes until he lost enough 'puppy fat' to allow him to bend at the waist. He was sat at a vanity and shown the elements of applying make up, then she brushed his long hair into a centre parting and a fringe across his forehead which she cut straight across above his eyebrows with a pair of scissors. "Your shoes only have three inch heels for now, but we'll work you up to higher ones over the next few days. We'll get someone in to do your hair and make up properly tomorrow but that will do in the meantime," he wasn't sure if she was talking to herself or to him. He kept quiet. She then helped him get into his 'uniform' which was more like a stage costume than something any woman would normally wear. It was a black satin material for the most part, had a very short skirt that was held out by a number of snow white voluminous petticoats so that his legs, from above his stocking tops looked as if they emerged from the mass of white froth. The top had the opaque material only just covering his corset top, but above that was a black lacy net that went up to his neck and down each arm in the form of three quarter length sleeves. The swelling of his fake boobs was visible through the lace but not clearly enough to show that they weren't real. She walked him over to a full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door and tied a flimsy white apron round his waist. Finally she pinned a cap, more like just a piece of the black satin the dress was made of, with long trailing ribbons that went down his back and trimmed with white lace, onto his head. "Every time you leave this room you must check your appearance in this mirror. If it is anything less than immaculate you will be punished," she turned him to look him in the eye. "Do you understand all that?" "Yes...err... Madam." He remembered to address her properly just in time. "Good girl, now come with me." Instead of heading in the direction of the stairs they had come up, she led him in the opposite direction down the corridor. As they passed the next door, she gave it a push and showed him a comfortable sitting room with a drinks cabinet and a television, old fashioned record player, a radio and extensively filled bookshelves.. "Any time off you can spend in here Darlene." She turned to him. "I'm not doing this because I'm sadistic, or even enjoy it particularly, in fact I was enjoying our previous relationship a great deal. At some stage you may understand, but for the moment, so long as you don't cause problems yourself, you will find I just want a quiet life. You won't be tormented more than comes with your acceptance you are just a maid, nothing more or less, and you won't have to worry about the recording of you with Millie, behave yourself and it won't ever see the light of day, I guarantee it." She continued down the passage to a second flight of descending stairs. "These are the servants' stairs, you only use these unless you are told to go to or from the bedrooms directly for any reason." They went down several flights with no access to the middle floor, until they were stood in the kitchen. There a large but friendly looking woman stood waiting for them. "Mrs Barker, this is Darlene, I'll leave her with you," she turned to him. "Darlene, you will see to it that you obey Mrs Barker to the letter. If you don't she has full authority to punish you in any way she feels will be effective." She walked off and left him with his new boss. "Darlene, I'm going to start off by showing you something." She opened a drawer and pulled out two pieces of wood, thick planks about fifteen inches long and four inches wide except at one end of each that was shaped as a hand grip. "Do you know what these are?" "No," he couldn't bear to think they might be weapons. "No, Mrs Barker, please dear?" "No, Mrs Barker," he repeated the way she obviously wanted. "These are old fashioned butter pats, to shape and solidify freshly made butter, but I intend to use them to spank you when you do something wrong," she took a breath. "I don't want to, but I will use them and I'm pretty strong, so they will hurt you and every time you sit for days afterwards your backside will remind you of the punishment. So you be a good girl. You'll make honest mistakes that I'll accept, but make the same mistake twice or do something really stupid and you'll get to know what the pat feels like. Do you understand?" "Yes Mrs Barker." "Good, now the first thing you need to learn is how to curtsey to your superiors, and to make things clear, everyone you come into contact with is your superior." She demonstrated a curtsey which he did his best to copy. After three or four poor results, he suddenly got the hang of it. "Good, now do that to me for a couple of days, but after I'm satisfied that you haven't a problem, I won't require it unless we are in company. Now I want you to clean this kitchen, as a general principle, start at the ceiling and work your way down to finish with the floor. Everything you need is in the broom cupboard there." It was a large room with many appliances and cupboards and he hadn't been going long before Mrs Barker told him to take a break and eat some lunch. They were eating sandwiches sat at a table when he asked if they had to make something for Mrs Devlin. "No, the Mistress will be away until next weekend, so we only have your training to worry about." He wanted to ask more about his former lover, but decided that he wouldn't push things too quickly. Likewise he wondered where Millie was, but enquiring after her was a definite no no. He resumed cleaning after he had washed up the plates and things they used for lunch with his tutor pointing out where he was going wrong or just showing him a better way of doing something. It was as he was washing the floor with a mop that he knocked over the bucket of dirty water. "Stand by the side of the table there," he was ordered. "Now, right up against it, lean over to grasp the other side." Aware that his behind was now fully exposed below those lacy petticoats, especially after she pulled his panties down, he knew what was coming but when it arrived he screamed out and went to stand up. The smack with the butter pat was more pain than he had ever experienced. "You are to get another five of those, but if you move again I'll start from one again," she warned him. He didn't think he was going to be able to stand another one let alone five. He gritted his teeth and only make a strangled grunt for the next strike. The first had been on his right cheek, the second on his left but when the third arrived it landed on top of where the first had marked. He couldn't help it, he screamed again but managed not to move. When she eventually finished and told him he could stand up, he made to push himself off the table, only managing to collapse on the floor in mind blowing pain. "What's the matter, don't tell me you've never been spanked before?" "...Never... Mrs... Barker..." He was sobbing now and she could barely understand the words. "I'm sorry." She seemed genuinely concerned and thought for a moment, "I'm used to dealing with Borstal boys with leather tanned backsides. Still, I'm sure you won't knock over another pail of water." She went to another cupboard, one with a first aid box and had him bend over the table again so that she could rub a salve into his cheeks that were showing signs of blistering. She hadn't seen such a damaged backside before and told him so, coming very close to apologising again. When he next looked into her eyes he could have sworn she had been crying. After he had cleaned up the mess and finished the floor, she had him work with her preparing their evening meal. Although the pain was still there he actually started to enjoy the cookery lesson, fascinated how the ingredients worked together. When it came time to eat she placed a huge folded fluffy bath towel on his seat to reduce the pain of sitting as much as possible. Once they had cleared up the kitchen and turned on the dishwasher, Darlene asked her where she was staying and he learned that she had a room on the top floor opposite his. "We'll go up and watch a bit of television for a bit, shall we dear?" Darlene acquiesced and they each undressed, arranging to meet up in the sitting room. At her suggestion he kept the corset on, already it was less uncomfortable, and he was told that the longer it stayed on the less he would feel it. "We're off duty now dear," Mrs Barker told him. "Call me Susan when we're up here in our quarters, but don't let me or anyone else catch you calling me that downstairs." He ventured to ask her why he hadn't seen her on previous visits to the house and she explained that for those times she had been given the night off. In spite of being asked, she avoided answering why that was. They watched a couple of programmes, for a while he was able to relax and not be frightened of anyone but it wasn't long before that turned into tiredness and he told her that he was going to turn in. Susan told him that he had the hairdresser calling on him the next morning so not to put on make up and to set his alarm for seven, that way he would be able to get washed and dressed and have a leisurely breakfast and still be on duty at eight. She gave him a tablet to take, saying that it would take off his discomfort and let him sleep properly. "You'll find a pair of shoes in your wardrobe with four inch heels and I want you to put those on in the morning," were her closing words. As it turned out he woke a few minutes before his alarm went off, so he gained a little longer in a relaxing bath before he had to get ready. He tried his very hardest to get everything looking perfect before he arrived down in the kitchen to the smell of a bacon sandwich and fresh coffee. The extra height of his heels caused him only a minor and short lived difficulty "You have an appointment this morning Darlene," she reminded him, "the Mistress's beautician is calling to do your hair and make up." Only a little after eight the front door bell rang. He went to the door to admit a lady who introduced herself as Jenny and he had to help her bring in two suitcases, one only small, the other heavy to carry. She knew where to go and he followed her to the smallest bedroom one floor up where the en suite bathroom had obviously been used for this sort of thing before. The sink, he noticed, had the sort of groove in it where clients rested backwards and laid their neck for their hair to be rinsed more conveniently with the short hosed shower head run from the taps. Jenny quickly and expertly assembled a hair drier while Darlene slipped out of his dress, then his hair was washed, put in rollers and had a horrible smelling liquid dabbed all over it with a sponge held in her gloved hand. The excess was stopped from running down him by a roll of cotton wool wound round his head just under the lowest rollers all the way round. "I'll just get started on a couple of things while that is setting," she told him. She started by plucking his eyebrows so much from the underside of each that he was left with only a high arch no more than about three or four hairs wide, then she started on his nails. She wiped them over with a liquid, 'to remove any grease from the surfaces' then started to stick artificial ones over his real nails, extending about half an inch beyond the natural line of each. She pointed out that these were already a bright red colour that permeated the material, so wouldn't need repainting. "Mrs Devlin has ordered everything to be as long lasting as possible, you're so lucky that everything I do will last until I call every two weeks," she laughed. "Perhaps she thinks that you'll spend too much of your time pampering yourself and not doing her work if she didn't have me do it." By the time she'd finished that it was time to rinse off the chemical on his head, only to replace it with another. This time she pierced each of his ears in three places, fitting studs with red coloured stones in each new hole. With that done she moved on to his face, using a laser to zap the small amount of beard that was starting to show. His hair was rinsed again and this time he had a plastic cap pulled over all the rollers and connected up to the air blower to dry it. At the same time he had to lift each leg to allow her to remove his stockings and shoes, in order to cut, file and colour his toenails the same red as his fingers. Once his shoes and stockings were back on, she went over his face and neck with a magnifying glass, returning with the laser to a couple of places she had missed. By the time he had the hair dryer removed he was starting to feel quite aroused by her ministrations, only to have the pain of his trapped penis remind him that he was in chastity. Then she started on his facial make up, painting on a pale beige liquid all over from his hairline down to feather it near the base of his neck. She explained that she had to 'fix' each item before she could move onto the next and for that purpose she slowly moved a UV light over his face where it had been painted. On top of the first coat was what she explained was a 'blush' on his cheeks and a pale mauve eye shadow on his lids and just above each eye. Again the UV was used before she announced that last stages, black, verging on grey to give him eyebrows and darker narrower black eyeliners. While she was doing the latter she glued false eyelashes on him. The last item was painting his lips bright red, finishing them with a coat of clear gloss. For the last time she worked the UV over him. Unlike any barbers' he had been to, there was no mirror over the sink, so he had to be patient while everything was completed before he could see any result. He was shocked by what he saw. His previously brown hair was now blond and he looked like a film star. Unfortunately, a porn film star. He had the unnerving experience of realising he was turning himself on. Jenny noticed him wince. "I've been asked to give you these," she handed him a large bottle, "give them to Mrs Barker and she will give you one of these pills a day, you mustn't take more. They will help with your err... discomfort." She smiled sweetly at him then started to clean and pack her things away. "I'll see you two weeks from today, it won't take as long or be quite so uncomfortable for you, don't worry, I'll see myself out." "Thank you," he told her, "you've been really kind to me, I'm afraid I don't have anything I can give you." "That's OK, everything's been taken care of, Mrs Devlin looks after me very well." He returned to the kitchen and handed Mrs Barker the bottle of tablets explaining, once he could get a word in passed all her 'ooo's' and 'aaa's' at his appearance, that he had to take one a day. It transpired that she knew about the pills and gave him one with a glass of water to help it down. He had given some thought as to what might be in them, he wasn't stupid so he worked out that they were probably hormones to stop his erections but whatever the reason, the warning not to overdose meant Joyce Devlin didn't actually want to feminise him permanently. The rest of the week passed with him getting into a routine of cleaning and being taught to cook. Sometimes Susan Barker would have him practice table service on her and although he made a few mistakes he wasn't beaten again and his backside was free of pain. On Wednesday his heel height was increased to five inches and these proved more uncomfortable before he adapted to them but by the next day he was managing them competently. Susan realised that he was genuinely trying to get things right and praised him as much as possible. On his part he was beginning to think that Joyce wasn't doing this to him for her amusement, nor was she breaking her word; all the time he cooperated his life wasn't unpleasant even though he was in effect a prisoner. He could of course go out, but being Darren was prevented, not by bars but blackmail, so he was stuck as Darlene. On the Thursday of that first week he was presented with some ordinary, if very feminine clothes, a white blouse, a red miniskirt and matching short jacket, even shoes but with still five inch heels, and was taken grocery shopping by Susan. At first he thought everyone was staring at him because he was a man dressed up, but then Susan pointed out the look of lust in the men's faces. He was being stared at because he was a very attractive woman. He got even more worried at that. Not because he was being stared at, because he was actually enjoying it. Being a short, rather non- descript man, he never got any looks from anyone interested in him, now it was happening for the first time in his life and he was finding that he liked it. The reaction of people who saw him made shopping in a supermarket so different from the chore it had become since he started living on his own. The next afternoon, Friday, Joyce returned and he spent a lot of his time attending to her needs. He had to serve her meals, fetch and carry any items she wanted from other rooms, learned to help bathe, dress and undress her. She was very demanding but nothing onerous, especially as the tablets he was taking seemed to do their job. He couldn't imagine the pain he would get from erections in his chastity as he dealt with her most intimate needs. He found that she smiled in the most attractive way as he addressed her as 'Madam' and curtseyed when entering or leaving the room she was in and whenever he was given instructions. She often asked him if there was anything she could get him, perhaps a DVD or any treats. He certainly found she wasn't the sadist he presumed when she trapped him into captivity. Susan found he was a willing pupil in her cookery lessons. He already was able to do the basics, but on the Sunday he cooked the roast dinner for them all with only a couple of prompts or tips from Susan who sat in the kitchen watching him. It was with considerable pride he served this to their Mistress and even more when she praised him for the quality of his cooking. Two things puzzled him quite a bit, firstly, where was Millie? He resolved to ask Susan about it when she seemed in a good mood. The other thing was the reason they had forced him into this position. When Susan had hit him he was convinced that they got some sort of pleasure in hurting feminised men, but they did both seem genuinely sorry about it. Even Joyce had brought the subject up. "I hope that it won't be necessary for Mrs Barker to spank you again, Darlene. I'm sorry she hurt you more than intended, but don't expect mercy from her, will you?" The threat was definitely there, but so was yet another apology, of sorts. The little he knew about the S & M practitioners, he expected them to be revelling in the pain he suffered, but if that wasn't the reason he was held prisoner, did they really just want a maid on the cheap? It made no sense. He had started to believe that Joyce was the sort of woman he could fall in love with and thought she might feel the same about him. Did she just get a sexual pleasure from just seeing him humiliated and that was enough? More questions than answers. When he helped Joyce get undressed that night, he couldn't help looking longingly at her beautiful body. When he smoothed her nightdress down over her breasts he couldn't stop his hands dwelling on them longer than strictly essential. He then heard her breath start to become rapid. "Oh...oh... Darren I think... sorry Darlene... run along to bed now. Goodnight." He got the definite impression that she was about to propose sex with him and it seemed that she had to fight herself not to take things further. He had seen a story about female domination that involved making the man give oral sex to the woman without being allowed to satisfy himself. He had performed cunnilingus on Joyce back when they had their sex sessions and he knew she enjoyed it. She could have got the satisfaction she definitely seemed to want just by ordering him to do it, but it was almost as if she was thinking of his feelings. Very strange. Joyce left early the next morning, she just joined them in the kitchen for coffee and departed but not before she pre-warned them of a dinner party she was going to hold the following Saturday evening. As a start to the preparations for that, Darlene spent the entire day polishing all the woodwork in the dining room and all the silver. Doing the latter he was able to sit to work, easier on his feet in the five inch heels, but he wasn't noticing them nearly as much by then. "Susan, can I ask you a question?" They were watching the television in their sitting room upstairs that evening. "You can ask, but I can't guarantee I'll answer." "Where is Millie?" "She's away at boarding school and before you ask another question, Mistress does work for a company that involves travelling a lot, don't ask me what, I don't understand technical things these days." The ground floor of the house had two very large reception rooms, one used as a formal dining room, a small dining room, library, study, a games room complete with snooker table, a sun lounge and the small sitting room they called the nook. During the course of that week, Darlene had to make them all look immaculate, he did so well though he was able to accompany Susan out to the supermarket on Thursday, something that he had looked forward to. On their return though, as he was putting the groceries away an egg slipped out of his hand and smashed on the floor. "You know what happens now Darlene," Susan told him, "over the table." Dreading what was going to happen next, he was shaking as he reached out with his hands, then what followed amazed him. He got hit six times with the butter pat, but to say he hardly felt it would be an exaggeration, he felt each impact but it was well within his tolerance level. Susan definitely pulled each blow, they didn't have the same power as when she did it first. "You're lucky," she grumbled, "with the table service in forty eight hours, I can't have you wandering round with a blistered backside." He knew that wasn't the reason, the week previous the blisters were barely visible after forty eight hours. It was almost as though she couldn't bear to hurt him. He thanked her profusely and got on with his work with one more question in his mind. Saturday was busy for the two of them. The Mistress was arriving late afternoon, giving herself time to change for the dinner party. They had laid the dining room table for the dozen settings the afternoon before, although for once it was something Darlene knew how to do already. By the time he was finished he had to step back and admire his handiwork and his teacher gave him high praise. They started work at seven in the morning preparing food for what would be a five course meal. He was shown how to use their service trolleys of which there were two, one for hot the other for cold dishes. It allowed service for a dozen settings to be done acceptably by one person. At about four Joyce arrived home, they were looking out and heard her car arrive, so Darlene was sent to open the door, curtsey, take her bag up to her room and a further dress bag and parcel up to his for him to change into later. Arriving back in the kitchen Susan gave him a cup of tea and some biscuits on a silver tray to take in to her. "How are you getting on Darlene?" she asked. "Quite well Madam." "I hear Mrs Barker had to smack you again." "Yes Madam and hopefully never again," He winced and Joyce laughed. "Tonight is important to me, so bear in mind that anything short of perfect and you will be punished again. Otherwise I've been pleased to hear of your progress. I told you that life for Darlene can be pleasant if you cooperate, I'm not sadistic by nature and you will find in future I can reward you as well. Have you had your tablet today?" "No Madam, Mrs Barker told me that she wanted to speak to you first." "Tell her you won't need another until Monday." Darlene returned to the kitchen with the Mistress's cup and plate, puzzled by what he had been told, but there was no time to ponder, various things were coming to a head in the kitchen and Darlene was kept busy until six fifteen when he was sent up to his room to change. He had a quick shower then put on his new uniform. It turned out to be the same design as his old one but in pink with white stockings and pink strappy shoes with heels probably about five and a half inches. He knew that by the end of the evening his legs would be aching, but otherwise he managed the extra height without too much difficulty. After he had pinned the little matching cap on his head he returned downstairs in time to answer the front door to the first of the guests. It was two elderly couples that he greeted formally and took their coats before showing them into the large lounge, meeting with Joyce and giving them all glasses of Champagne. Seven more people, four women and three men, then arrived in a minibus taxi and it was while he was dealing with their drinks that he suddenly realised that some of them were familiar. He had only met the trustees of his inheritance once before and that was when he turned eighteen and briefly glimpsed them when he had to sign some forms. Most people, he realised, wouldn't remember faces from such a brief encounter more than three years previously, but he had an unusually good memory for faces. Of course he told himself that it could be a coincidence, but his blackmail and their arguments to dissuade him from actively dealing with his money, then them arriving there, made him believe a coincidence was unlikely. He listened carefully to their conversations to see if he could learn more. The meal went without incident, so well in fact that both Susan and he were invited to receive their thanks while they were enjoying their port and cheeses. Nothing was said in his earshot that gave him any indication that they had some connection with him. The men had studied him closely fairly frequently but not beyond what he would have expected from lecherous old men seeing a young attractive girl. The only thing was, he noticed that they looked at him with more amusement than lust. He could tell the difference after his shopping trips on Thursdays. It wasn't until their taxi arrived back and they were all preparing to depart that one of the men, a rather large, red faced slob in Darlene's opinion, spoke to Joyce. "Well my dear I must congratulate you, that concludes the first stage of our business in a most satisfactory way." Susan and he did a quick sweep of the rooms they had used, cleaning them only superficially and getting the first loads in their dishwasher, before they turned in. Susan told him that they would clean properly in the morning. "That won't be necessary Susan." Joyce surprised them by coming into the kitchen "you can leave everything until Monday, take it easy tomorrow. Darlene will you come with me please." He followed her up to her bedroom where she handed him a pill. "Take this with some water." Then, seeing his puzzled look. "Don't worry, you've outdone yourself tonight and I'm going to reward us both. That tablet will counteract any residue of the ones you were taking so you didn't get hard. Tonight I need you to." She took her handbag from her bedside and took a key out. "You can be Darren again, just for this evening," she started to reach for his chastity. Instead of looking pleased, Joyce saw instead that he stepped back and looked furious. "How much did they pay you so they could steal my inheritance? I'm afraid that what you are suggesting is beyond my capacity as a maid. Goodnight Madam." To her amazement he gave her back the pill, curtseyed and left the room. In all her life no one had ever turned her down for sex. Darlene was even more upset than she was. That he should have to spend the rest of his life like this just so that those old men could live in luxury made him so livid that he seriously considered phoning the police and turning himself in. His mind was buzzing with so many hateful thoughts that it wasn't until some time later he realised he had turned down a sexual encounter that he could have dreamed about afterwards. He didn't sleep well so at six the next morning he went down to the kitchen and it was while he was drinking his second cup of coffee that he heard the front door close. He looked out of the study window just in time to see Joyce's car disappearing down the drive. About an hour later Susan came in and was surprised to find him there. "I thought you would still be in bed with the Mistress," she told him with a wide grin. "I was given instructions to bring you both breakfast in bed at eight thirty, now you'll just have to take hers up yourself." "She's not there Mrs Barker." He curtseyed. "There's no need to be formal down here now Darlene, why, where is she?" "I'm sorry Mrs Barker, I saw her leave some time ago. I think that I have to be formal in future, I don't wish to be friendly with people that were a party to stealing my inheritance." "What do you mean, dear?" "You know what I mean, Mrs Barker. Several of those people here last night were trustees of my parent's estate. They were looking after it for me. Now it is obvious that they arranged my blackmail so they could keep the money for themselves. I couldn't work out why you and Mrs Devlin would go to so much trouble, even prostituting her own daughter to get me as a slave. Now I know it was just for money." "That's not true Darlene, it was all for your own good." "For my own good!" he exclaimed, heedless of the way he spoke to her although aware that he would probably be punished for it. "As soon as I told them I was going to take more interest in the running of my money they started putting obstacles in the way. I had reached the stage where I had my solicitor send a formal letter to them that having reached twenty one, I was entitled to run my own affairs. I have my own financial advisors, recommended by my solicitor incidentally, and have taken advanced business studies courses. How is preventing me doing that for my own good? No, you've all decided to steal my money instead, I suppose you think that's better for me?" "It can't be true." Susan had sat down on a stool and was shaking her head, speaking so quietly that he could hardly hear her. "It's not what we were told." "Where would you like me to start cleaning today, Mrs Barker?" he had decided that he needed to get on with something or he would go mad. "Nowhere, we've got the day to relax, remember?" "Then I'm going to phone the police and turn myself in." He walked through to the study and picked up the phone. Susan hesitated then ran after him and grabbed the phone. "Millie isn't Joyce's daughter," she told him. "Come into the nook with me and I'll tell you what you want to know." He followed her into the small sitting room and they both sat, he rather reluctantly. "You're right in that what we did was for money, but not the why. We were told that you were a young man going off the rails and that you really needed to do some military service to get you straightened out, but it wasn't possible to persuade you go for it. As a second choice they heard of what's called 'petticoat discipline' and they looked for someone who could carry it out. Let me first tell you who we are. My mother was Joyce's nanny so I fell into service to the family. Now her parents are dead and the estate has fallen on hard times, it's very expensive to keep a house like this going. Joyce was approached by two men who told her that story about you, saying that if she could keep you in service for four years, it would teach you to live with proper values in your life. She would not only gain a help with the house, they would pay her half a million once you were here, a monthly allowance for all your keep and another half million after the four years, so long as you're still here. The really important thing to tell you, and I'm hoping I'm doing the right thing, is that Millie isn't Joyce's daughter. She's actually not thirteen, she's just one of these people that look very young. She's Joyce's sister and she's seventeen." He looked at her open mouthed. "Incidentally, Joyce had to let you believe that she's over thirty so that their ages would be believable, she'd actually twenty four. She's had to have her hair and make up done in a way that makes her look older, even wearing rather dated clothes. Believe me when I tell you that she's been badly upset, having to con you like this, I happen to know that she's really fond of you. Incidentally, when I hit you with that board last week, it was the first time I'd ever hit anyone, which is why I didn't realise how much I was going to hurt you and why I went easy the second time. I'm so sorry." Darlene's mind was whirring. "I was a bit of a revolutionary at school, so my father warned me that if I didn't claim my inheritance by the time I turned twenty five it would be distributed at the Trustees' discretion." He was talking to himself but Susan realised how badly they had all been lied to. "I'm going to call Joyce on her mobile and get her back here," Susan told him and went ahead with the call, going off to bring them back more coffee. He noticed that this morning for the first time, she was referring to Joyce, not the Mistress. "Joyce is on her way, come with me in the meantime, please." Susan led the way. back upstairs to Darlene's room. "I know we've got rid of your men's clothes, unfortunately, but the very least I can do is to get you out of that uniform. Put that dress back on that you wear when we go shopping." He was beginning to realise that Susan had always done her best to treat him decently, so agreed and changed. They were back down in the kitchen and Susan was grilling bacon for sandwiches when Joyce arrived back She had obviously been crying and first of all offered to call the police so he could report them for kidnapping him. He declined the offer. "Darren, how can I explain to you what a stupid person I am? Susan's told you the story we were given?" There were fresh tears in her eyes. "Yes and I must admit, it was a very convincing story, I'm pretty sure I would have fallen for it." "I can't put into words how sorry I am, I can't even give you your clothes back, I took them to the charity shop. Oh my dear Darren, the way I've treated you was even worse than you think. I got to know you and I was sure you weren't the sort of man they were describing but I let my need to keep this place going overrule my instinct." "Can I let you both into a secret?" Darren was smiling. "I didn't like the corset and heels when I first put them on and I certainly didn't like Susan's first swings with her right arm, but I must admit, I've grown to quite like the way I look and the feel of these clothes. Do you think I've gone crazy?" "No I don't Darr... Shall we stick with Darlene when you're dressed like that? I have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time." Joyce smiled and went over and gave him a hug. "As for Susan, she was nearly sick when she saw what she'd done to you, in fact she normally sleeps in one of the main bedrooms but moved up next to you so that you had company, she felt that bad." They all sat down in the nook with sandwiches and coffees, and discussed what action they should take. Being Sunday Darren had to call his solicitor, Martin Butcher at home, explained the situation to him and asked what his legal position was. He immediately stated that he didn't want any action against Joyce's household. The solicitor arranged for them all to be at the main city police station in the morning where he intended to apply for immediate access to Darren's Trust accounts. He suspected that there would be enough for the police to get there teeth into there without going too far into the kidnap business. He told them that he couldn't imagine them going to the lengths they went to without something serious to hide. Joyce then called her sister Millie, she rented a flat in town so that it was convenient for them each to go work from during the weekdays. The stories of the boarding school and Joyce travelling for her job had been pre-arranged for when he asked about them, which they thought he was bound to do. It was decided that they all travel together to meet the solicitor at the police station. It didn't take long for the police to get a search warrant and along with a forensic accountant they raided the trustees' offices that morning. That was the speedy part of the proceedings. After that they had to wait for several days while the books were examined to find out what had been going on. It was obvious then that the trustees had been lining their own pockets and Darren's decision to take over the running would have uncovered their misdeeds. The police were told the whole story (less the little detail of his beating by Susan) and it was agreed that for Susan and the Devlins' statements incriminating the trustees, they would only get cautions as sentences for their parts in the abduction. Not the case with the real culprits however, in spite of their ages. Each received between two and five years imprisonment and most of Darren's money was recovered from their assets. 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MAID FOR IT by Throne Martin gave himself one more check in the full length mirror. He didn't know where his girlfriend Ava had gotten the maid uniform he was wearing, but it was obviously made for a guy. It neatly fit his slim- hipped figure, the front lying flat over his male chest. He smoothed down the short skirt, under which he wore very brief panties. Then he fiddled with the tiny apron. Finally, he adjusted the lacy cap atop his blond locks, which had been allowed to grow...

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Maid In Oaxaca Part 6 Mexico2

MAID IN OAXACA - PART 6 (MEXICO-2) By Monica Graz A synopsis of the previous 4 parts in New York City and part 5 in Mexico City all published in Fictionmania in June and July 2019: In the first four parts our story is unravelling in New York City. Chris Galiano a native New Yorker and translator at UN meets Pat (Patricia Martinez-Torres) a rich Mexican student and they become an item. Chris reveals his cross dressing and maid tendencies and his transformation begins with Pat's...

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Maid for the Family Part 2

Maid for the Family - Part 2 ? by: Sissy Sally-Anne For a couple of hours, I was left, bound over the stool with a huge butt plug in my arse, whilst everyone slept and rested. I could not believe the situation that I had gotten myself into. As I considered what was going on, I remember that Elizabeth had said that she might invite my mum over to see me. My mother had caught me dressing up in my sister's clothes when I was young. I had tried to convince her that it was just an...

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Maid in a Sham Marriage

MAID IN A SHAM MARRIAGE I've tried to explain my relationship with my older sister to a writer who wanted to tell my story but they just couldn't understand it, so I thought that I'd better tell the whole tale myself. My name is Brian Davis, at least that's the name I'm going to use for these purposes, if I used my real name you might recognise it and I want to keep at least some dignity so I will remain anonymous. This is all about my sister Charlotte and my wife Regina but if I...

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Maid to Be Broken

Thirty year old Betty Chu smiled her best smile as she sat before Miss Penelope Oswald. She had answers ready for every question, and references that would please the most stringent background check. The fact that none of it was true didn't worry the petite Asian one little bit. She paid through the nose for this new ID, and she knew enough to pay for the very best! Faking her own death had been a necessity in order for her to avoid a rather lengthy prison stay! She took another sip of iced...

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Maid to Change

Maid To Change By Margaret Jeanette Tammy Meyer was busy giving one of her salesgirls hints on how to get customers to buy more. She owned the most upscale women's wear store in town. She was a no-nonsense woman who knew how to direct people to do as she wanted. She finished with the salesgirl and went to her office. She had the bookkeeping to do and wanted to get it done before she went home. She finished it just before it was closing time. Her last quarter figures were...

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Maid In Bound

Maid in Bound (+pic) Maid in Bound (+pic)????? by YamiNoHikari written: October 8th 2006 Genre: PWPFrom : Random hentai image (maybe from some H-game) DICLAIMER: This maid is not mine. The image is found somewhere in the internet, not drawn by me. However, Hikaru is mine, she is from my other fiction (Bond of Destiny). WARNING! This is a fiction of hentai, so only adults may view or if you insist then so be it. I've warned ya. CODE WARNING!* toys* F/F* bondage...

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Maid and Master

Maid and Master Jacob had heard that if you did something for long enough, that your body would get used to it and it should eventually feel normal. The mid twenty something man had since decided that that was a load of crap. It had already been two years since waking up at 5 in the morning had become his daily routine, but it had not gotten any easier. The hot water on his dark brown skin threatened to lull Jacob back to sleep, but he persevered. As always, the morning...

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Maid Service Requested

MAID SERVICE REQUESTEDT.S. FESSELNDisclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to...

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Maid in Oaxaca Mexico 3

MAID IN OAXACA - MEXICO - 3 By Monica Graz CHAPTER 8 I had an uneasy sleep during my first night at the new apartment. I felt quite lonely lying on my small single bed at the tiny maid's room. I was terribly missing Pat; I would have loved to share the bed with her in the master bedroom but she had decided differently and at the moment she was the boss. I was of course dead tired and my body was aching from the manual labor but my mind was busy trying to absorb the novelty of...

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Maid to Be Married

It had just been the tiniest of glimpses, but it had been more then enough to set Mary's mind in a whirl. Could such things really be true? Could someone like Miss Amanda Oswald really truly be real? "Oh my." The maid sighed in the privacy of her little room in the servant's wing of the stately Oswald manor. "Oh my goodness me!" The buxom redhead sighed again. She could hardly believe the sight she beheld early that morning. As was her daily task, she had slipped into her mistress's...

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Maid In Oaxaca Mexico II 1

MAID IN OAXACA PART 2 - MEXICO CHAPTER 14 "We're flying to Mexico City in a week; I just booked the tickets w??? Delta Airlines," Pat said casually as I was serving her breakfast. I nearly spilled the coffee I was pouring and looked at her alarmed. "That's very sudden Madam. How Can I travel like this? I need to prepare, look at me, I'm all woman now. I have to go back to be Chris again. I have to talk to Theresa; I work there later today. How can? do all that in a week?" She...

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Maid to Order

She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had seen her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle. Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go with regularity. I didn't fear a new boss like the other employees did ... I knew the company needed me because I was their biggest producer. I made them money ... lots of money. And, as long as I was one of their best sales people, I felt bullet proof,...

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Maid for the Job Chapter Five

Maid for the Job Chapter Five Two days later as my boss left for work she reminded me about the weekly grocery shop. As she says this I am surprised and amused. Can it be only a week since my first morning as a new woman, only a week since the terror of having to open the door to the delivery man and having to contrive the situation so I looked like some kind of harridan? I can't believe so much has happened in so short a time, and right now it seems odd that I would try to make...

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Maid For The Family Part 3

Maid for the Family - Part 3 ? by: Sissy Sally-Anne Following on from Part 2... After pleasing Elizabeth, she took me upstairs to her bed. I could not believe how tired I was. My energy was gone completely. She asked me to strip and then dressed me in a long white silk nightdress. I slipped into bed and curled up under the quilt. "Sleep well, Jason," said Elizabeth, as she turned out the light. "We still have so much to do." Quietly, she left the room and when...

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Maid for a Day

MAID FOR A DAY By Tammy Richards I got my introduction to women's clothing courtesy of the Ohio State ? Michigan football game. You see, I'm an Ohio State alum and my wife Danielle graduated from the University of Michigan. Needless to say there's a lot of good-natured kidding back and forth between us, particularly during football season. A few years ago, we decided to have several friends from the neighborhood over for a party on the day of the big game. It turned out to be one...

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Maid in Mexico Bimale BBW

Maid in Mexico (Bi-male, BBW)Disclaimer: All events and persons in the following story are ficticious. A four gigabyte flashdrive full of porn, 3 dirty magazines, and some anal lube. Maybe not "everyone" brings these items on vacation, but I did, and I was VERY glad to have them. My impromtu vacation to Cabo coincided with a hurricane off of Mexico's coast, and my weather consisted of four days of pouring rain. No beach time and no sun. This could have been a disastrous vacation, but it...

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Maid to Order

Maid to Order Written by Princess Kay Warning: This is erotica, meant only for those 18 or older. If you are not att least eighteen, or if you are not above the age of consent for the country where you reside, you should exit this page immediately. Content Warning: Involves forced TG, as well as blackmail, with sexual contact being part of the trigger for the TG. The chains rattled faintly as a door opened, and Lord Marcus Anderson stirred in his confinement. He had been...

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Maid In Oaxaca Mexico 2

MAID IN OAXACA - MEXICO - 2 By Monica Graz CHAPTER 4 "Do you want to marry me Chris or should I say Cristina and move in with me?" It was several weeks later and we were having a nice glass of chardonnay sitting at an elegant caf? not far from the UN building when Pat asked me the question that was dropped like a bomb. But I knew her well enough by now not to be completely surprised. That was her style all right. She loved to come out with big things out of the blue without any p...

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Maid in Oaxaca Mexico 4

MAID IN OAXACA - MEXICO - 4 By Monica Graz CHAPTER 10 The feeling was so different, I had boobs! My breast forms were attached to my chest. My posture was different as well; my center of gravity has changed. As I moved around the kitchen preparing breakfast I kept looking down to my chest as it was protruding prominently pushing my uniform dress and apron bib outwards. Pat was very pleased as she was helping me gluing them into position earlier...

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Maid to pay

Yay! The day had finally arrived. I'd been terrified and excited in equal measure for the months leading up to today. Unfortunately little did I know that today was going to go very differently to how I'd planned. First let me jump back to how this all started. I've been a crossdresser since I was a kid, but unfortunately I was always a bit of a fat kid, who grew into an overweight,tall and well-built man. As a result I never really got the knack of dressing enough to be all that...

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Maid For The Family Album

Copyright,kayce69@haytor.fsworld.co.uk Before you start this story a notice to the readers, Iam clearing out my video collection and they are classics, well you knowmy taste so why not e-mail me for a list, they are cheap, good and theselection play, U/K & USA Another story by Pagan Maid for the family album. It all started as a great idea, Trudy and Bob, Helen and Terryhad found their dream house. It was Terry who said, this has great potential,big and already divided, two beautiful big...

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Maid for the Job Chapter Eleven

Maid for the Job Chapter Eleven I woke with a start as the memories of the previous night's activities came flooding back, the pain in my used hole a further reminder of the assault that I had experienced. But had it been assault?! I could have tried to fight him off, I could have revealed Mrs Smith's plan, but I didn't, I allowed Mr Smith to use me as a sexual plaything just as his wife had done previously. Why hadn't I fought him off? Fear of exposure? Fear of further cruelty? But...

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Maid to Please

Maid to Please Chapter 1 - The House Visit We had married in England. My new wife Julie is a delight and a tease. She is slender but has an ample bosom and curves in all the right places. One of the things I like about her is that she is spontaneous and adventurous. Tragedy struck and her parents died in a car accident soon after our marriage. Mine had already gone so we were our only family. The up side was that we had a few ?millions in the bank and our life ahead...

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Maid and Master After Hours

Maid and Master: After Hours Lara drew shaky breath through a bright red ball gag as she teetered precariously atop a wooden sawhorse. A rope and pulley system ensured that she did not fall off. A cat o' nine tails blossomed from her anus and twitched ever so often as her rectum dealt with its invasive presence. Maria watched patiently as her slave squirmed, absently stroking the six inch dark brown phallus protruding from the zippered opening in the front of her black latex...

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Maid Her Friend

Hello everyone this is DJ , basically I am from Gujarat. I am 26 years old dude with nice hard cock working in a private advertising agency based in Mumbai. I had wonderful college life banging so many nice girls in college. My first sex encounter in my freshmen year (first year) with a cute girl from Delhi her name was Sonia, she had awesome figure nice big ass after that I can’t even remember how many times my cock seen different pussy’s (choot). Let’s focus on my story too much description...

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Maid Dulce

This story I’m about to begin happened many years ago, as I was in High School, a 19 yo., I reckon. This event has triggered my enthusiasm for matures ever since, mad in the hunt for matures especially if they are portly and big.  This way I was initiated for the first time into this new world of mature women. Her name was Dulce, a Spaniard who had begun to work as a new maid at home. I can’t reckon with accuracy how old she was, probably 40 yo.?  A round woman with enormous incredible tits -...

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Maid For Changes

Part OneDiane sat with her foursome drinking in the bar. Their golf round was cancelled as a downpour slammed into the clubhouse windows. The waiter came by, "Anyone ready for another?" Diane looked at her watch. It was four and she had already had three drinks. She looked over at her friend Julia."What do you think?""I have to meet Carl. I'm sure he's home early because of the rain and it's date night.""Oh." Diane knew what 'date night' meant to Julia. Her and Carl were going to fuck. Diane...

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Maid In Heaven

Hitting Puberty Welcoming all Readers from Indian Sex Stories dot net. I am new here as an author but been an avid reader of the stories many of you have contributed, thought of taking a shot at writing myself. What I am about to write, is a slow paced story, an indulgence and my flair with the world of Lust. As you have read “About me” in my profile, and just in case you haven’t, to cut the story short, I am today a 28 years old man, and my life till today has been full of sex adventures which...

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Maid Service

My husband and I enjoy travel and like to get away a few times a year. Being cold in the North we like to head south in January or February. This year we went to Florida to see the sights and do the regular tour that the tourists do. We booked into the Hilton at Walt Disney World and got busy seeing and doing all the regular stuff. On the fourth day we were there, my husband had booked a round of golf, that being his passion. My passion on the other hand is shopping and I was quite delighted to...

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