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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 of us. We wanted a house and were really set on an English country home. Houses were expensive but larger houses with liabilities and planning restrictions were sometimes available and we thought restoring one would make a great project. After extensive unsuccessful searching we stumbled on an advert in a local estate agent in a small village. This was not on the main websites but the property looked perfect. Large, formal, Victorian, private. The odd thing was the price offers between '?1m and ?3m'. We could not afford the top end but thought it worth investigation so arranged a visit. The estate agent explained that the current owner would conduct the viewing and a time and date was set. The current owner was a very elegant lady in her late 50's. Despite her age she was very attractive. Slender, graceful, long dark hair, tight figure hugging knee length black leather skirt, black stiletto heels that must have been at least 5", a white silk blouse with an ample bosom. The blouse was tailored so that her generous breasts and very small waist were accentuated and she wore a generous pearl necklace with matching earrings. She had fairly long red nails, red lipstick and I noticed her peep toe shoes gave a glimpse of red nail varnish on her toe nails. I suppose she could be described as a 'vamp' but personally I thought she was very good looking and sophisticated. Her name was Patricia and she welcomed us through the impressive main doorway and outer hall. I looked at her in an nonchalant way even though my mouth was trying to drop open and I wanted to stare. I looked at Julie who grinned back at me as she knew I was struggling not to stare at Patricia. Patricia was also studying us closely. She graciously showed us around the house. Her heels clicked as she walked the timber and marble floors, only silenced by the plush rugs and carpets in some of the bedrooms, lounge and more plushly appointed rooms. It was like the set of a period drama. Patricia was engaging and good company and chatted away whilst showing us the entire house and explaining the purpose of the rooms and any interesting history. This took about an hour. At times I was not sure whether I was more impressed by the house or her swaying derriere and her impeccable ability to walk gracefully in such high heels. When we were following her I found myself quite mesmerised by her movements. Her waist seemed unfeasibly small. I did stare but only when she was not looking and I thought Julie was also not watching me too closely. On the tour she introduced us to Diane, who was the Housekeeper. Julie and I looked at each other in a subtly quizzical way but decided not to say anything at that point but just noted that the house had a housekeeper. Diane was middle aged but like Patricia very well presented and extremely attractive. She wore a purple knee length body contouring dress buttoned at the front but it was cut tight and showed her curves to great effect. Again, her waist seemed very small to me and I found the contrast with her ample bosom to be very appealing albeit in a more severe way than with Patricia. She also wore high heels although they were lower than Patricia's I thought doing house work must be harder for her in those. We were wondering if she came with the house and if so this place seemed to have dimensions we had not anticipated. We liked our privacy and this might change the equation and possibly render the property a non-starter. We thought it best be polite and continue with the tour as we were anyway enjoying the whole experience. In a very feminine room, that Patricia explained was the 'Ladies Lounge' we also met Annabelle who Patricia introduced as her ladies maid. Yet again, this seemed old fashioned and quaint. Annabel wore a similar outfit to Patricia only her leather skirt was cream with matching cream platform shoes. Again, Annabelle was a very fashionable lady with an enviable figure, including a small waist. What with one thing and another I was starting to wonder about the house. It was a beautiful property but the beauty of the property was matched by what seemed to be its exclusively female inhabitants. The house was terribly grand and had 15 bedrooms, a ballroom, library, study as well as several lounges, a music room, gallery and even downstairs a dungeon, that oddly still appeared to be fully equipped. Julie raised an eyebrow at that and we looked knowingly at each other as we liked a little bit of bondage as part of our sex life. I think Patricia noticed our reaction but her reaction was very discrete and barely noticeable. She did explained that the house was 'listed' and that they had decided to keep all the dungeon equipment in good condition and functional to maintain the original character of the property. The house decor and detail was exquisite. Painted ceilings with decorative plaster and cornices, antiques, beautiful paintings and sumptuous furnishings but all in the Victorian style or of older antique types and styles that were beyond my knowledge. I imaged many items dated back hundreds of years through the history of the property. I began to think this was quite beyond us. How would we furnish it? was one of many questions that came to my mind. The bedrooms were quite something too, large beds, some four poster, all ensuite, extremely femininely appointed in pinks, lilacs and pastels. All with beautiful ensuite bathrooms with a modern but somehow classical finish. Patricia commented that I may want something more masculine but I could only reply how beautiful the rooms were and that somewhere I had read lilac is an ideal colour to aid sleep. She smiled at my reply and seemed genuinely pleased at my supportive observations. Patricia also led us out into garden. This had a large lawn, lovely well established borders, sitting areas, a fountain and large pond, a beautiful yew archway, croquet lawn and many other features. I was about to ask about maintenance when Patricia explained that the house had its own gardeners, Alice and Claire who shared the cottage in the grounds. Of course it wood, I thought. As we rounded a corner we found Alice and Claire and by now I think you can guess that despite them just gardening, they somehow managed to look rather feminine and attractive. They wore high waisted skin tight jeans with a wide leather belt that showed their trim waists. They wore light pastel pink and lilac cotton shirts but these were tight enough to show their thrusting bosoms and were unbuttoned to reveal beautiful cleavage. They did not wear high heels but instead they wore knee length shiny leather boots, like riding boots on theirs had wedge heels. I guessed that was so they would not sink into the lawn like they would with stilettos. We chatted with them and complemented them on how well the garden was kept. At the end of the tour we sat with Patricia and Annabelle whilst Diane served us tea and cakes. Patricia explained that her partner had died recently and she was unable to continue with the property on her own. The sale price of ?3m was for the house and some of the contents but the sale price of ?1m was for the house only. One option was that the contents would remain and Patricia would stay on as a lady of the house but only use the ladies lounge and a bedroom. In return, she would pay for the staff wages, which were anyway offset by income from properties on the estate that were rented to locals and not part of the sale. She explained that a house of this size needed staff to keep up with everything although lamented that she could no longer afford a maid. We thanked her for her time and company and said this would be a big decision and we would consider it further. Chapter 2 The Deal We returned to our rented apartment and discussed the pros and cons of the house. It was a stunning property however we would have to share it with staff and Patricia although they all seemed delightful. It would be ours but sort of not fully ours. We decided we would test the concept by offering ?900,000. The agent said that the offer would be acceptable however the contract would contain certain additional clauses as a result. He emailed it through. The contract read in a normal way except there was a roles and responsibilities clause. Basically, if my wife Julie and Patricia agreed to something then it would be binding on me and also if Patricia and I agreed to something then it would be binding on Julie. If we defaulted on that part of the contract then the property would automatically return to Patricia and in addition we would have to pay her a ?0.5m penalty. We were not concerned about that as we were unlikely to seek to agree to anything the other did not want, although if that were to happen then we would be nearly broke. This seemed irrelevant as why would one of us make a decision that caused us to become broke? There was another clause that clarified that roles and responsibilities could include the correct attire, title and discipline as agreed. This seemed fairly irrelevant at the time although we did wonder about the word 'discipline.' We did not see any issues with the contract and after our solicitor confirmed and undertook the required checks we signed the contract and transferred the money. Chapter 3 - We Move In Patricia phoned to say how she was very excited at the prospect of our arrival and that everything would be ready. We agreed which room we would have. So we moved in to Primrose Manor. We very much enjoyed the house and tried out all the rooms. We danced in the ballroom and lounged in the lounge. We played music in the music room and studied the books in the library. Our life had never been better. To be honest mine was better still as I had Julie to look at usual, plus a large number of other very attractive women. Patricia was great company, as was Annabelle and Diane and the rest of the staff and we found we had multiple new friends. Julie and I explored the dungeon and tried some of the devices. We could lock ourselves in for privacy or the door could also be locked from the outside as you left. She locked me in a person shaped cage and winched me up so I was entirely helpless. I tied her to the rack and gave it a gentle tighten. It all did wonders for our sex life. Julie started enjoying shopping trips to London with Patricia and they would sometimes stay overnight there in a hotel. Chapter 4 The Business Idea One day when we were sitting having afternoon tea Patricia suggested we could organise murder mystery holidays for extra income. We could all take a part along with our guests and one of us could be the detective whilst the other guests would need to work out who did it. After more discussion we agreed this would be a great distraction and so after much planning and expectation the first weekend approached. The guests arrived and we drew lots to see who would take which part: Lady Ladies Maid House Maid Auntie Housekeeper Cook Head Mistress Actress Detective Sergeant Professor Doctor Nurse Major Captain Admiral One of the guests was quite a plump man, Geoff, he had drawn 'Maid' and was not too pleased. His wife was amused but also looked concerned. Patricia, who was to be the Nurse diplomatically pointed out that the maid's outfit was quite petite and so the choice would not work very well. I was to be the Admiral and looked suitably concerned in support of our guest. "If there is anything I can do to help?" were my fateful words. "Well," said Patricia. "You would fit the maid's outfit so one option would be to swap, as the Admiral outfit is quite a full cut costume," she said diplomatically. "I'm not so sure," I said. Julie chimed in with an amused wry grin. "That sounds like fun, agreed," Patricia said, "well I agree with Julie so I suppose that settles it." "True," said Julie. Geoff looked relieved and was obviously not aware of the implication of both Julie and Patricia agreeing to something. I was silenced into stunned acceptance as I pondered the situation and for the first time digested the possible implications of the contract. The ladies led me to my room and ran a bath. They handed me some lotion to rub all over and told me to wait 10 minutes before getting into the water. They said they would be back once they had changed. 10 minutes later I got into the scented bath and noticed that my hair started to wash away. The Nair cream had obviously worked its magic. Patricia and Julie returned after what seemed an age. I was quite taken aback by their costumes. Patricia had long flowing dark hair with neat bangs and a cute nurses cap. Her outfit was in light blue and white latex. It was a sort of mini wiggle dress with white apron and white collar and cuffs and a white cross on the front of her pale blue top. She had black stockings and you could just make out the stocking fasteners as she moved as they were close to the mini skirt of her tight dress hem. The stockings had a dark seam down their back and I followed these down her sublime legs to matching patent leather light blue platform peep toe stilettos. I estimated these had a 6 inch heel with 1 inch platform and her red toe nails could be seen peeping through to match her long red finger nails. She wore a white belt and I noticed that had handcuffs clipped to it on one side, ready for her 'patients' so to speak. Her waist seemed impossibly small, maybe 20 inches and her ample bosom was beautifully displayed between her tight plunging neckline. I suspect my mouth dropped open. Julie's long flowing hair had been highlighted with light and dark shades of auburn. Her eyebrows were high and more finely arched than before and her lips seemed fuller and pouting and were a rich velvety red. In accordance with the trends of Victorian period dress she was wearing, her waist was I think also corseted to what I could only estimate to be something approaching 20 inches, like Patricia's. Her very full skirts and crimson silk dress accentuated her tiny waist before billowing out so that her legs could only be imagined. Unlike some small waisted women, her torso did not seem out of proportion and the low plunging front of her gown revealed her pert breasts and more perfect pale skin. Her bustle extended back to exaggerate her behind and her posture was exquisitely upright with her sleeve looped around her middle fingers at her hands and long red finger nails. She wore simple jewellery, pendant diamond earrings of some weight and drop and a diamond studded choker, a wide diamond banded bracelet and a diamond ring with a number of simpler bands. I could tell from her height that she had high heels and caught a glimpse of their cream toe beneath her skirts as she walked. I was somewhat dumfounded and the women could tell that their appearance had had a profound impression on me. They had paused to allow me to look at them properly and both did a twirl and a, "Ta dah." I do not think I had seen Julie looking so feminine or beautiful. Something started to emerge in my mind that both of them seemed radiant and both were dressed up and they seemed united and somehow partners. Maybe it was just two women having fun dressing up, maybe there was more. "Ah, she is jealous,.... don't worry," chimed Patricia, "we will soon have you looking just as pretty as we do." I was not sure what to think. Before I could respond they had knelt by my bath and started carefully checking that all my body hair had gone, removing any excess hair with pink coloured razors. They helped me out of the bath and I was handed a large fluffy pink towel. Once dry, lotion was rubbed all over to smooth my skin to make it softer and ease any soreness from the Nair and razors and I was sprayed from head to toe with perfume. Chapter 5 Katie Maid I was invited to lie on a table that I noticed had a place to rest my legs splayed apart. I think I had seen one of these occasionally when women were being examined but only on tv. I was slightly surprised to find my wrists, knees and ankles and waist were strapped down quite firmly and realised I was quite helpless with my private parts on display. All this excitement had had its effect and I was fully erect. Julie rubbed me to orgasm whilst Patricia leaned in and tweaked my nipples. She explained that I should enjoy it because with all the training it could be a while before circumstances would allow a repeat. My penis was then held in a sort of ice pack until it shrank back. I did not really know what happened next as I could not see. However I felt my balls being pushed up into my body and some sharp stabbing pains were I later discovered actually my groin being stitched so that my balls could not fall back. Patricia asked Julie whether she thought chastity was something I would enjoy. She agreed that I would. Something was threaded down my penis hole. Next my penis was enclosed in a stainless steel tube that I later discovered had screw adjustable internal flaps that meant that when the flaps were engaged it could be worked onto my penis but not worked off without serious damage. With this attached I could not get an erection. Patricia explained that an outer tube could be added and glued on with special industrial adhesive and once in place the screw flaps were inaccessible so the device became completely permanent. It effectively guaranteed my chastity whilst on, or if removed would to all intents and purpose remove my penis with it so either way using my penis as a man was over. Julie thought the addition of the outer tube was a step too far at this stage. I was relieved but she did not seem too definite. What was the 'at this stage' part. Next my butt was lubricated and after considerable effort something was inserted in my bottom and I felt it expand. Then my penis was pulled back and I heard a click. Patricia explained that my penis had been padlocked to my expandable butt plug and the screw expansion adjustment on my butt plug could not be adjusted to allow the butt plug to be removed without removing the penis padlock. Patricia asked if it was ok if she held the key and Julie agreed. I did not fancy my chances of persuading Patricia to hand over the key. Patricia explained that I could still pee though the tube inserted in my penis although only sitting down. What was happening to me? Julie asked how long I could wear the chastity device and Patricia explained that it was designed for full time, permanent use but that if the screws were removed the flaps withdraw this would allow the tube to come off, although she went onto explain again that it could be made completely permanent if she preferred. I could not help thinking that Patricia was clearly drawn to that option as she had now repeated the choice twice. I was relieved to hear Julie say she thought a trial period would be best to start with. Hang on this time she said 'trial'. Next they attached some silicon breast forms and I lay in effective bondage until the glue had dried. Patricia explained that the glue lasted about 5 days but that in the long run she thought implants would be the best way forward. My penis felt funny at that statement and I realised it turned me on and was relieved it did not show. Then they released me and helped me into a nude coloured full firm control body former. Once the crotch clips were done up I noticed that my groin had a pleasing feminine smoothness whilst my new breasts were nicely cupped and displayed in the bra part of the garment. I also noticed my waist was smaller and I looked decidedly womanly. I felt so smooth and sexy and smelt divine. My penis would have been fully erect at all the excitement and attention from two very sexy women however all I could feel was a numb ache. They led me to a kind of 4 foot long bar attached to the ceiling at each end at about head height and told me to hold onto it. They then secured my wrists to it using strong leather support cuffs. Next I saw Patricia cranking a handle and I found myself rising inexorably up until my hands were above my head and then I was on tip toes. 'Sorry about this', said Patricia, 'It is uncomfortable but you will thank us in the long run.' Julie looked a little concerned and Patricia reassured her. 'Don't worry she will not be hurt but the compression of the corset will take some getting used to and it will go on better if she is stretched out during the lacing process.' With that she produced a long corset that I estimated would go from below my crotch to just below my breasts. It was laced at the back and there was no front opening so as it was loosely pre-laced, Patricia and Julie worked it up from my feet to roughly the right position. Then the lacing started. To begin with it was just about bringing the corset in contact with my body and checking position. I could see both the front and back view of myself in long mirrors that were strategically placed. The corset started to compress my rib cage, waist and hips. Lacing at my rib cage and hips soon firmed up but my waist laces had more scope, Patricia explained. Once they were extremely tight, I started to say I could not take any more. Patricia said 'We all said the same thing dear, no pain, no gain. Nursey knows best' With that she and Julie secured my ankles together with cuffs and attached a central steel hoop between the cuffs, opened a small hatch in the floor and secured my ankle cuffs to a secure steel loop bolted to the floor. Then she started winding the ratchet again. I was lifted off the floor dangling by my wrists and if that was not enough, I was increasingly stretched between my wrist restraints and my ankle restraints. Patricia tried to push my body and it could not move very much. 'That's about the right tension' she said, giving the ratchet one more click. Then she started tugging at my waist laces again and I felt the further compression. I felt pinched, I felt numb and I felt faint. I must have passed out. I woke up with a start and a strong smell having had smelling salts wafted under my nose. My mid length brown hair was now a burgundy colour and wavy and cut into a feminine stile with bangs. My eyebrows looked oddly fine, high and shaped and my eye lashes were long and shaped. I noted I had hoop earrings. My lips seemed to have swollen. 'Welcome back, we are just finishing your make up.' They explained. 30 minutes later I had beautiful large 'come to bed eyes', very kissable velvet red lips and personally I thought I looked hot- which was a worrying and confusing thought. I raised my hand to notice I had a woman's watch, bracelets, long red finger nails and a number of rings. A decidedly woman's hand. "Ok, the final stage." I stood up and was led to a changing area. A beautiful silk maids' outfit was offered up. I had to put my arms into the sleeves as it was buttoned at the back. It had a round neck line with white lace topping that was around 3 inches high and literally enclosed my neck in a lace tube covering my adams apple. It was lined with stiff leather and padlocked in place with a small padlock at the rear causing me to hold my head quite upright. The sleeves were short and had white puff tops and the skirt was like Patricia's just long enough to cover my stocking tops that must have been added whilst I was unconscious. They added a beautiful white lace mini apron with bib with a frilly edge and a white lace band was pinned to my head. The patent black leather shoes they brought looked fairly tricky as they had 5 inch stiletto heels but they explained that as I was a novice they had 2 inch platforms so should be manageable as a start. My red toe nails showed through the peep holes and I noticed the straps were padlocked with pretty little silver locks. My reflection was a picture of femininity. I thought I was watching a movie and it was only when I moved or smiled that reality dawned. I was shocked and intrigued to find I was standing in a feminine way and my bottom seemed to want to wiggle or thrust to one side. What was happening to me? We looked like 3 beautiful women perhaps from a film or some kind of TV advert. I was one of them. The irony that I was now living in a Victoria house that was like a period drama film set, and that I was the maid, was not lost on me. I still found Patricia and Julie incredibly attractive and wanted to have sex with them but found my own attire at odds to those thoughts and overall I just felt incredibly horny and incredibly sexy as well as somewhat annoyed. "Ready for duty," they chirped. My waist hurt, my ankles felt tight, my nether regions felt strange, my stomach was knotted, my ears hurt and I felt light headed, stiff, uncomfortable and wobbly on my feet. For some inexplicable reason I also felt unfeasibly happy and was smiling. What was wrong with me? Chapter 6 The Murder Mystery Event My duties as Katie the house maid were explained in priority: 1. Looking incredibly feminine, sexy and focussing on the highest heels and smallest waist achievable. Each 1/2 inch on heel height combined with 1 inch waist reduction would result in a day off. "Your heels currently count as 3" and your waist is 25" so 3 1/2" heels and a 24" waist is your next stop and 6" heels and a 18" waist is your ultimate target. Like the rest of us" Patricia explained. 2. Serving food and drinks. 3. Cleaning. 4. Laundry. I listened in stunned silence. Later, when I thought about it, the bit about heel height and waist reduction and leave incentive sounded less like a one off event and more like an ongoing arrangement. The whole party of guests had assembled. Everyone looked very smart. The women were either ultra glamorous or ultra sexy. The guests were told that we would have dinner and then there was singing around the piano, cards and snooker and at some time during the evening there would be a murder, whereupon everyone would re- gather to work out what happened. I spent the evening carrying trays of food and drinks and handing them to the guests. I was getting more used to the shoes and found that with the waist reduction, shoes and clothes I seemed to naturally swing my hips as I walked. I did wonder how I had come to be a servant and had to wait on Julie and the other guests in my own house. The men stared at me and I wondered why and slowly I realised that they fancied me. Julie and Patricia looked at me and smiled approvingly at each other. I noticed that they seemed to be getting very close and very friendly. I thought I saw them holding hands. At 10:15pm the lights went out and a loud bang was heard. A gun shot. By the time the lights went back on the Captain was lying in the middle of the room with blood on his chest and a revolver on the floor next to him. Patricia, the nurse minced over to him and pretended to take his pulse and check his breathing. All very theatrically. After questioning everyone present, and running through various scenarios that hinted that almost everyone in the room had a motive and could have been the murderer, the detective finally started summing up. Chapter 7 - New Arrangements Eventually after everyone had gone to bed I also went to Julie and my room. Patricia said she would help get me ready for bed. I was allowed to take the maids outfit off and my make up was removed however Patricia explained that it was important for my waist reduction and for tomorrows duties that I kept the corset and underwear on and also she fancied a cuddle. Patricia surprised me by asking if I thought Julie should also keep her corset on. Slightly in revenge and slightly because she looked so hot I agreed she should. Julie looked a little annoyed. "It is very tight." "Yes, I can appreciate that," I said, holding my hands to each side of my own trim waistline and offering a wry smile. So without argument I found myself in a threesome, but not really a threesome as I might once have imagined. This one comprised three women and I was one of them. I found the kissing very erotic and I seemed to enjoy sucking breasts and caressing Julie and Patricia and they seemed to enjoy doing the same back to me although my penis remained firmly in place between my legs. Eventually, once they had come several times Patricia said it might be prudent to get some sleep but first to make sure I was comfortable. This was an odd statement because I was very horny and frustrated, although also relaxed at some levels. By comfortable I thought she might mean remove my corset but I was wrong. She had me stand up and produced an arm binder. This resulted in my hands and arms being secured firmly behind me with my shoulders forced back. "Great for the posture", she said. "Oh you should take this too," she said handing me a pill. "A sleeping pill," she explained. I swallowed the pill. My ankles were fitted with cuffs that padlocked in place and Patricia inserted a ball gag that had a head harness and chin strap. This was buckled and also padlocked onto my head. Once this was in place I was laid on my stomach and my feet were pulled to the end of the arm binder to place me in a hogtie and a further strap was secured to my head via the ball gag harness and this was pulled to force my head back and reinforce the hog tie. Then a chain was attached to the strap between by hands and my feet and this was attached to a bolt on the ceiling and pulled until I was resting fairly lightly on the bed with tension in my arms, legs and neck. I could not really move much at all. I was far from comfortable. "Perfect," said Patricia, "sleep tight." I noticed Julie and Patricia were spooning although they also paid me some attention until it went quiet and they fell asleep and to my surprise I also drifted off. I was not sure whether I really slept or not but I seemed to wake up with aches everywhere. It took me a while to regain feeling in my arms and legs. I was released and re-dressed in the maids outfit for the morning. Patricia was pleased that my corset could be tightened slightly further than before and said, "Don't worry, we will soon have you in shape." I asked how much longer I would have to play the part but they both just smiled and laughed. "Only a while longer," Patricia said. "Do you agree Julie?" "Yes," said Julie, "just a while longer." The murder mystery weekend passed and I was pleased that I could return to normal and asked to take the corset off and sort out 'down there', I said, pointing at my crotch. Patricia said, "Ah, that would be such a pity as you make such a pretty and useful maid and Julie makes such a pretty lady of the house." "Julie, what do you say to continuing her maid training for a while longer? We could step it up a bit now the guests have gone?" Julie smiled and agreed that would be a lovely idea and very practical to help keep the house in order too. Then Patricia asked me if Julie should carry on with her corset training and remain the lady of the house and I obviously agreed as I thought she should at least have the shared experience of being tightly corseted. "Excellent," said Patricia, "I knew we would all rub along well." Chapter 8 - What Katie Did Next For the next 4 weeks I was given either no food or only soup, a crash diet. I was either secured in bed as I had been on the first night or sometimes I was taken to the dungeon. In the dungeon sometimes I was made to sit astride a beam so that I was effectively sitting on what was left of my penis. They would tie my ankles together underneath the beam and secure them backwards towards the beam forcing me forward. My arms were stretched out to the side and slightly above and behind me however the ropes holding my arms were connected through loops and tightly back to my corset strings. What this meant was that the more I pulled myself up to ease the pressure on my crotch, the more my waist was compressed. I was effectively tight lacing myself tighter and tighter. This was ok for an hour or two but then as I achieved some slack, they would come in and re-tighten the whole arrangement forcing my corset tighter and tighter still. I could not really say they were tight lacing me as I was really tight lacing myself. Another position they favoured was that they would strap me down on a board and insert a dildo in my behind. This was mechanically operated and would pound me in and out being switched on for around 15minutes each hour. They had a habit of changing the dildo to a progressively larger one through the session. This did bring me to orgasm and I started to gain great sexual pleasure from being penetrated anally. I could go for a pee by sitting down and peeing through the tube fitted to my penis. If I needed a poo, and that was not very often as I ate so little, then one of them would accompany me however they would always immediately replace the expandable butt plug and re-lock my penis to it back between my legs. As the months rolled by I came to accept my new role. As a treat I was booked into a clinic and had breast implants, nose and chin reduction, my adam's apple was shaved and my lower two ribs were removed to enable a more restrictive waist reduction. These changes gave me a beautiful figure and completely feminine appearance. As promised I did get several holidays as my waist was reduced now to 18" and I could manage 6 inch heels. However my holidays only comprised me being treated as my wife's sister. On that basis I was dressed in all sorts of beautiful gowns. Sometimes we would wear modern outfits and go out shopping in London together to chose more outfits. Chapter 9 - The House Sale Having become fully accustomed to our new life and re-instated the fully feminine feel to the place Patricia explained that it might be time to put the house on the market and seek new owners - on the basis of course that the existing staff would be kept on. I realised that after each couple viewed the property the staff would gather and discuss their suitability. I also realised that I had been 'made to please' and was also the 'maid to please'. I had never been happier. All rights reserved 15 1 2019 Priya Mistery