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Lady Heather's Maid. By Trish. This is the story of how I was seduced from a university course that bored me into a life of skirts and service to Heather Lane. I first heard of Heather when I was about thirteen. It was after school one evening and as usual my mum was picking me on her way home from work. I was on first glance a typical teenage boy in most respects, for instance I was not happy about being forced to sit in the back because mum was giving Edith, her best friend a lift. Since I had my Walkman and was in the back seat, they must have thought I could not hear what they were saying as mum gossiped about how disgusting it was that a man in his late fifties was going out with a girl in her a twenties. Sitting quietly in the back of the car I eavesdropped their conversation. My mum was talking about the how one of the directors of the company where they worked was making a fool of him self over a 26 year old. Now my mum had a fairly narrow view of how the world should be, and in it men of his age should know better than to play around with a 'girl' less than half his age. As far as my mum was concerned any woman who would do such a thing was either gold digger, or as she put it, "A paid companion." "And we all know another name for them!" Edith cackled. The derision in their tones as they gossiped made me very curious to see this woman and I got my chance a little while later when mum pointed her out while we waited at the traffic lights on the edge of the Old Wilton 'village'. "That's her Edith, see what I mean? Just look at how she is dressed, you know as well as I do, that the only women who dress like that are trollops!" Crossing the road in front of us was a tall incredibly good-looking blonde haired woman in her twenties. She was wearing an on trend short leather skirt with a white silk top. Bellow her fashionable skirt was a pair of shapely nylon covered legs, legs that she made the most of in a pair of black high heels. Although my mum might not have approved of her I did, because I was smitten by her looks. It was not however her obvious feminine charms that ignited my teenage libido but the packaging she had wrapped her charms in, because for all I acted like a typical teenage boy I was not, because I secretly and very shamefully wished I was a girl! Watching her walk away as my mum pulled from the lights I knew that I would have given anything and everything to have been in her place. The image of her in that white top and short leather skirt imprinted its self on my mind, and I knew then that one of the first things I would be spending on when I left home was replicating that outfit as best I could! From that moment when ever I was over in 'the village' I kept my eyes open for her and when I did see her, she transfixed me. She was everything I wanted to be, always perfectly dressed, be it casually like when I first saw her, or dressed for work in a smart skirt suit holding a briefcase as she climbed out her little red sports car. She was my idol and I dreamed of living like her. I did not have much growing up but I had a great home life and even though we I did not see eye to eye on many things about the modern world I loved my mum dearly. The main bone of contention between us was how I dressed (lazily) and how I wore my hair unfashionably long. The other thing she could not understand, and this a perhaps kind of odd to anyone in today's post millennium world, was my ambition to go to university, which was something people from our family did not do. Not that I ever had much of a family as it was just my mum and me. I never knew my dad and because my mum never ever spoke about him I knew nothing of his family, but it did not bother me because I had my mum. Me and mum might not have seen eye to eye but I don't want to give the impression that my mum and I did not get on because we did, it was just we were wired very differently. In my mums mind lads were supposed to be fixated of football, cars, motorbikes and by my age starting to go out with their mates chasing girls, not sat at the table every night behind my school books. When she occasionally commented on my lack of girlfriends my standard answer was, "I'll have time enough for girls when I get to university." Not that I had any mates as such to chase girls with, the gang I hung about with when I was at junior school all went to the comprehensive, while I won a scholarship to the grammar which sent my life in very different direction. I would still occasionally kick a football about with them, but after a few years in the academic cooker of the grammar school I found I had increasingly less in common with them as my ambitions and aspirations in the pre-internet world expanded beyond their world view. I did have some good friends from my new school, but they would never consider coming over into estates of the new town so I studied. My mum would often harrumph about my preference for school work rather than what she saw as boyish things, but I also know she was very proud that her 'lad' was one of the star pupils at the grammar school. My mum was born in the mid 50's and like most kids of her background she left school at fifteen for a factory job. She married at eighteen, and knew her place, while I was born in the liberated 1970's, was a grammar school boy and had the kind of ambitions she never could have imagined as a teenager. I respected my mum immensely, she gave me everything and instilled me with a work ethic that kept me in the top set at school and motivated me to earn my own pocket money as soon as I was old enough to start a paper round. It was on my paper round when I got to finally see Heather Lane close up. Although I did not know it, the house she had bought after she married her company director was on my delivery round. It was a bitterly cold December morning just before Christmas when I found out. One of the reasons why I cycled three miles over to Wilton for my paper round, other than the money was much better than the local newsagents, was the chance to see how the other half lived. To this day I can clearly remember walking up the drive admiring their grand Victorian detached town house with its large gardens, dreaming of perhaps one day living in such a house. I was just pushing their Sunday papers though the letter box when I heard a woman's voice calling. "Is that the papergirl? Hold on sweetheart." I waited, one of the perks of doing a round in Wilton was just about every house I delivered papers gave me a Christmas tip, and over the two weeks running up to the holiday these tips combined to more than double my wages. My heart leapt out of my chest when the the door opened and I saw who was stood there. Heather was looking sleepily mused and holding a lose silky robe closed about her body, as she gave me a big smile and sleepily said, "Thanks for always being on time sweetie, happy Christmas," and handed me a card and a small pink wrapped package. I blushed brightly, shocked that she thought I was a girl, but managed to say, "Thank you Merry Christmas," as a deep male voice called from in the house. "Coffee's done Heather." I can still see the smile on her face as she called. "Coming love," and turned away closing the door behind her. Walking from the house with my mostly empty paper bag I was delighted to have discovered where a woman I idolised lived, and to cap it all she thought I was a girl! Once I got down the street I unwrapped the package. Although I was delighted that she thought I was a girl, there was no way I was going to let anyone see I had been given something wrapped in pink paper. Inside the package was a pair of earrings, and the attached card contained a ?5 note. Slipping the earrings, card and cash inside my jacket out of sight I finished my round and slowly rode my bike home wishing I had pierced ears! It was nearly four years later before I met Heather Lane face to face again. I was just at the end of my first year at Liverpool University and I was trying to decide if I wanted to change my degree. My mum had passed away the previous February and my choice of a digital engineering degree over English literature had been driven by my desire to please her rather than any great interest digital systems. With the year coming to an end I was hoping to spend most of the summer in Liverpool as I had a part-time job in a cafe offering me extra hours. The only spanner in my plans was having to head home for a week or so to tie up the last few legal issues from my mum's passing. Since college was all but done for the year I was working as many extra hours in cafe as I could get and on the Tuesday of the week before I went home Heather Lane walked in with another woman. They were both wearing business suits, and were talking animatedly as they sat at a table I had just cleared. At first I did not recognise her and it was not until I walked up and said, "Hello." That recognition bloomed and trying to hide my surprise at seeing her again so far from home asked. "What can I get you ladies?" Miss Lane looked at me clearly recognising my accent. Giving me a smile as she said. "Two coffee's and a couple of those lovely scones if you have any this late in the day please." As my hair was still long and I still looked according a house mates girlfriend 'prettily' boyish, I half wondered if she recognised me when I saw a faint smile flickering on her lips as I quickly made their tray up. Her eyes were still on me when I served them saying, "If you need anything else just ask." "Thank you," she said, adding, "You're a long way from home, are you here at the university?" "Yes Miss," I said, "I've just about finished my first year, and I guess I'll be heading home early next week." "Where in East Anglia are you from Andy?" Miss Lane asked reading my name badge. "The accent is rather distinctive." "Howard Park New Town," I said keeping half an eye on the door. "Oh not far from me then," she chuckled. "I'm in Wilton." I felt my throat go dry as I said with a faint blush. "I know Miss, I used to deliver your morning papers." "Oh so you know me then?" "Only as, I think it was Telegraph and a Guardian in the week, and an Observer and a Sunday Telegraph on Sundays," I said with a half laugh as more customers came in prompting me to say, "Excuse me," before I went to serve them aware of her eyes following my movements. Seven days later I was stood on the platform at Lime Street. Having shared a parting 'Camberwell Carrot' spliff with a house mate before I left, my mind was rather cloudy and with my Walkman playing in my ears I was oblivious to everyone around me. It was knowing that I had a bag of grass in my rucksack which made my jerk of surprise so comical, because I almost jumped out of my skin when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Spinning on my heel as I pulled my off headphones I looked into Heather Lane's smiling face as she said, "Hello again Andy, sorry for startling you like that. Are you also heading home?" "Oh hello, Miss," I said feeling my heart rate slowing. "Yes, the 10.35 to Birmingham and then thirty minutes twiddling my thumbs before changing for Peterborough." "Oh same as me then." She was again wearing a business suit and carried a briefcase in one hand, had a handbag over her shoulder and held a large overnight bag in her other hand. "Been in Liverpool on business Miss?" I asked to keep her talking because her fashion sense was still immaculate and something if I ever got the chance I aspired to emulate. "Yes, just finished job near the Polytechnic." She chuckled, "Acting as the purchasers solicitor on a property deal. It was nice to come back although it was a shock to see how much the City has changed since I was an undergraduate here over a decade ago. In those days the docks were always busy and it was very industrial, where did it all go?" "Thatcher," I said with a shrug. Miss Lane laughed. "I should have guessed, it was like living in the Socialist Republic of Liverpool when I was here." "It still is," I said with a chuckle. "Nothing changes I guess," she said with a smile adding, "I'm Heather by the way." We chatted about being students in Liverpool for about ten minutes before we boarded the train, where of course we had to separate as I was in cattle class. I felt a shiver of regret run down my back as I watched her walk towards first class carriages, loving how her heels loudly clicked on the platform floor. It might been years later but she was still to my eyes the kind of woman I wished I could have been. I had spent my first year away from home in a shared house with three other students, and it was an the kind of student rental experience that had a lot in common with 'The Young Ones' off the television than you'd find today. Having had next to no privacy all year I had not been able to fulfil my ambition to emulate her leather skirt and top look but the desire to do so still burned in my mind. Much to my surprise Heather came to find me at Birmingham New Street, and said, "I've been trying to place you Andy and I think I've got it, come along and I'll buy you a coffee." It was not a request or an offer as she spun on her heel and led to one of the train station cafes. Buying us a pair of coffees she looked over the table at me and said, "It was only when I sat on the train I finally placed you. If I am right you are the paperboy I thought was a papergirl?" I blushed violently before admitting I was. "You should have said something," she said. "I did not mind Heather, it was the thought that counted." "When you stopped doing the paper round I asked what happened to you." She said tossing her hair back, "And I was mortified when I realised that I bought a boy a pair of earrings for Christmas." I blushed faintly which made her ask with a smile flickering on her lips, "What did you do with the earrings, give them to your girlfriend?" "No!" I said more forcefully than I intended before my blush brightened. "Actually I've still got them." "Still got them?" she said surprised. "After all this time?" I almost jumped when she suddenly reached forwards to lift my hair and looked at my ears, "Why? It's not like you can wear them." I continued blushing. Looking at me, her eyes suddenly brightened knowingly and her tone filled with a naughty edge as she said giving me a pointed look. "Oh! Have you kept them for when you can?" I tried to splutter a denial but I knew, she knew I was lying. Heather sat back giving me the kind of look a cat gives a mouse, and then suddenly changed the subject by asking what I would be doing over my summer break? "Hopefully getting back up here before my boss replaces me," I said hiding behind my coffee, telling myself to calm down. "I've got some legal issues to sort out as my mum passed away but fingers crossed it wont take to long to tie up the last of paperwork with the solicitors and I'll still have a job." "Oh I am sorry, when did she pass?" she asked, removing a packet of cigarettes from her handbag. "End of last winter, stomach cancer," I said. "Sorry to hear that," Heather said offering me one, which I waved away before she lit her smoke adding, "Bowel cancer was what got my husband last year. Thankfully it was over quickly as he diagnosed in June and funeral in September." That stopped conversation for a few minutes as she smoked her cigarette staring into space until I finally broke the silence asking. "Do you still live in that lovely house on Carlton Close?" "Oh yes, it's really to big for me now, but I couldn't bring myself to sell it after Douglas died. Where do you live?" "I grew up on the Cromwell Estate," I said adding reminiscently, "When I was doing the paper round, I'd look at the houses near you and tell myself that one day I would get a job that let me live in one of those houses." Heather gave me a faint smile and said, "Perhaps you will, what are you studying?" "Digital electronic systems engineering," I said. "And what is that?" "Simply it's computer circuit design." "Sounds exciting?" she said. "Not really," I said, "being honest I wish I had done English Lit, but my mum wanted me to do an engineering degree because she saw that as having a real career after university." I half laughed. "I can do the work, and the theory side is interesting if uninspiring but in the main I find it about as exciting as watching paint dry, and now she has passed I've been mulling the idea of switching to English Lit." "Have you now?" Heather said with an interested smile on her face, watching me carefully as we chatted. I was aware the whole time that she was carefully examining me and nodding to herself as we waited in the coffee shop until the train to Peterborough was called. Walking to the correct platform Heather said, "Since we they don't have segregated carriages during the day you can sit with me on the train and we can carry on talking." Again it was a case of she had made the decision for us both and she expected my agreement. She might have called it talking but when I thought about it later I realised that it mainly consisted of her asking questions and me telling her everything she wanted to know. Even if I was being somewhat interrogated, it was 90 odd minutes spent in the company of a woman who I still idolised. When we reached Peterborough just under two hours later, Heather told me, "My car is in the car park Andy, since I can go home via the new town as easily as my usual route I'll drop you off in Howard Park on my way." "Thank you but it's not," I managed to say before she firmly told me. "Hush now Andy, this way," Heather said and led me to a very expensive looking BMW. Saying as she handed me her briefcase and overnight bag. "Pop my bags and your rucksack in the boot, and hop in so we can get off." Adding as she opened the drivers side door, "You know if we're lucky we might even miss the rush hour traffic." With the Radio Four coming on as she started the engine she drove in silence listening to the news for the ten minutes it took to escape the town before she said. "So you will be looking for job if the cafe falls through?" I nodded, "I'll have to Heather, but hopefully it won't take to long finish up mum's paperwork and I can go back to the cafe, but if it doesn't then I'll have to find something asap as I need some income to tide me over the summer." "What sort of work will you be looking for?" "Anything other than signing on. If I can, I'll probably find a shop or a cafe job, if not I'll spend the summer in my tent and find something up in the Lakes or on the coast down here. I don't really mind what, so long as it pays enough clear my overdraft and keep me until next terms grant check comes it." "Big overdraft?" "Not really I'm only about ?150 in the red, which is pretty good in comparison to my house mates." "Pretty good, I was that in debt at the end of every year when I was an undergraduate that was over a decade ago," Heather said with laugh. "Well I don't really drink, and rarely smoke." I chuckled. "So my only real off college expense is going to the pictures and the odd gig." "And when you do smoke I'll bet it's not B&H huh?" Heather commented with a knowing edge in her tone. "Don't bother tying to deny it, I was a student in Liverpool remember." She chuckled reminiscently. "I'm still rather partial to the odd joint, not that I've had one since I went to Jamaica with my husband just before he got sick. What's the pot like these days in Liverpool, because you used to be able to buy fantastic grass down in Toxteth?" "Still can, but around the university it's mostly resin and a little home grown if you know the right people," I said. "I don't know how much it costs though as a lad in my house is a botanist and grows enough to give us some if we want it." I let out a surreal laugh I was talking about pot of all things to the woman who fascinated my mid-teens. "Before I left this morning he gave me a big bag to tide me over until I go back." For the next twenty minutes or so Heather chattered animatedly about the her undergraduate experience. Laughing she told me about the culture shock of going from a strict private girls school to Liverpool University just before the punk era, and how it changed her out look on life completely. I knew most of the places, and related to what she was saying even though the student scene in the Liverpool of the late 1980's was very different to what she had experienced in the 1970's. We were just on the outskirts of Howard Park when she said, "To get back to your job situation. While I driving home it occurred to me that I am looking for someone to help me with my house. Beryl, my housekeeper has just left, and with it being summer I have not got time to look after both the house and the garden, so I need someone and I was thinking that since we appear to get along you might interested?" Working for my idol of course I liked it, and spluttered my thanks. "I'd love to Heather." "Great, why don't you pop round tomorrow at say half twelve, and we can have a semi interview and discuss what I need from you?" "How many hours?" I asked. "We can talk about that when you come round." She said turning into Cromwell Road, "Where do you want dropping Andy?" "Anywhere by along here will do please," I said, and seeing a space she quickly pulled over. Giving me a grin she said, "I'll see you tomorrow at 12.30," adding with a wink, "Oh and bring that bag of grass with you sweetheart, I think we'll find it easier to discuss what I have in mind if we're a little buzzed." As I had to see the solicitors at 9.30 am I was up first thing, and after an expensive hour spent going over paperwork with mums solicitor I had almost everything done, and it was just a matter of waiting for everything to get closed, sign on the dotted line and pick up the cheque. Not that there was going to be much left now I had paid all her bills and the solicitor. For a woman who had worked very day of her life since she was fifteen when everything was settled there was just a few hundred pounds left in her current account, and just under two thousand pounds in the building society savings account where she had religiously put money away for a 'rainy day.' I found it kind of upsetting to see her life reduced to a couple of pages of property and a balance sheet, and was glad that this awful aftermath was almost over. Telling the solicitors that I would be in town for the next week or so, and would pop in the following week for the final sign off and pick up the cheque. Shaking his hand I put the papers in my small rucksack and left. Escaping the stuffy offices into the bright morning sun, I bought a can of pop and decided to walk the five miles out of town to Old Wilton. I could have taken the bus but it was too nice to be crammed into public transport and after the oppressive solicitors office I wanted to be in the fresh air. Anyway I was not in a rush so I took my time meandering along to cross the old the railway line at the golf club bridge, before enjoying the walk along the public footpath that ran across the course. As I came out of the footpath I was immediately struck by how different the old village felt to the frenetic the urbanised new town on the other side of the golf club. Ever since I was a child I've always loved Old Wilton, buffered from the New Town by the golf course, the ring road and the river, it had kept its village charm and as I walked along the roads where I used to post papers I was again reminded of my ambition to live here someday. Taking my time I got to Heather's with my bag of grass just before half past and looking up the almost unchanged drive I could almost feel the weight of the paper bag on my shoulder as I walked up to the door and rang the bell. "On time I see, I like that," Heather said as the door opened. "Come on in Andy, did you see the solicitor?" "Yes, it's pretty much finished," I said. "Just got to wait and twiddle my thumbs for a week or so before I can go in and sign everything off." "That's good," Heather said, "because sometimes estate probate can be a complete and utter nightmare." "Still horrible though," I said pulling a face. "Yes, it's never nice, come along this way." She led me along a hall way longer than the flat I grew up in saying, "I thought since it's such a nice day we can talk in the garden, can I get you a drink?" "Yes please," I said following her through the large house. "Tea, coffee or something cold?" "Anything cold please." "Soft one or something stronger?" "It's to early for me to have a drink, drink, so anything soft please," I said as we stepped into a lovely garden. "Grab a chair on the patio, and if you fancy it don't be afraid to build a joint," Heather said, "I'll get us a jug of lemonade and some glasses." The garden like the house was like something from a film. Secluded by trees from the houses on either side, there were lawns divided by numerous flower beds, and what I at first assumed was a large green house actually contained a small swimming pool. Sitting at the table on the patio beside the pool house I enjoyed the gardens tranquil air as I rolled a small joint. Telling Heather, "I love your house and garden," when she followed me a minute or two later carrying a tray containing a jug of lemonade and two glasses. "It's lovely isn't it? Douglas and I bought it just before we married. It was in a bit of a state and needed a lot of renovation work but was worth it and we tried to do it as tastefully as we could so the only thing we added was the swimming pool. It's heated so I can have a morning swim all year round but in summer you can still push the roof and side walls open and on nice days pretend you are in the Canary Islands." Joining me Heather added, "We got it at a good price as it had been empty for a couple of years when we bought it." She lightly laughed. "Douglas took care of renovating the house and left me to the gardens, and pretty much everything other than the mature trees is all my work." Looking at the artful lay out of flower beds, lawns and features I half joked, "You should have been a garden designer," as I handed her the joint. "Thanks," Heather said, taking a couple of drags on the joint saying. "Oh now that's nice," as she exhaled a cloud of pot smoke handing it me back. "He does grow a good plant does Mark," I said taking the joint back. We smoked the joint chatting about nothing important before Heather finally said after about half an hour. "I guess you're wondering why I invited you round other than for a smoke?" "Well you did say something about a job?" I said starting to feel a little high. "Yes I did," she said with a smile, "but I'll get round to that in a little while, after I have told you a little about myself." Sitting back she explained how she met Douglas her husband at a Polo match and fell head over heels in love with him even though he was thirty years her senior. "I know everyone thought I married Douglas for his money, but the truth is when we met I was already building a career as a corporate lawyer and I did not need his money." Smiling at the memories she went on to tell me about their life, and then pain of losing him before saying. "The only downside of life with Douglas, not that it was a downside at all because I was in love with him, was due to him not being as sexually adventurous as I was. Being a student in the late 70's we had the pill, homosexuality was legal and more accepted, and I'll admit I had a few wild years as an undergraduate." I was pretty astonished that she was being so open with me and blushed when she added. "I would imagine you have found that yourself since you started at university, since bed hopping was pretty much the norm when I was an undergrad?" I nodded. In truth had not, my sexual experience consisted of a couple of fumbling embarrassed encounters after parties Mark had thrown at our house. "Anyway," Heather continued, "I was able to mix with an amazing array of people who indulged in all kinds of alternative lifestyles, and sexual practices, many of which enjoyed. Perhaps if I had fallen for someone more sexually adventurous then I might have continued to explore such things in my marriage but as Douglas's tastes were more mainstream it was not until after he passed last year that I began to think about such things again. Now I find myself single again and my desire to re-explore some of those ideas has resurfaced, specifically some, which might loosely be classed as BDSM." She gave me a smile and said, "You do know what BDSM is I assume?" I nodded and squeaked. "Yes Heather," probably with my face looking like a picture. I could not believe it my idol liked bondage and domination games! "Good" Heather smiled, "I specifically enjoyed the slave and Mistress aspects of such lifestyles, and this is when my tastes and Douglas's diverged. He was all man, and in truth rather old-fashioned in his view of gender roles and sexual etiquette. I'm not saying he was boring even though he was sexually conventional because he was an animal in bed, but I did not care as I loved him." I was blushing like a beacon, and could not believe that she could be so matter of fact about her intimate life. "Have I shocked you?" Heather asked smiling at my expression as she topped up our lemonades. "A little," I admitted. Heather chuckled and sipped her drink looking at me with a smile on her lips. For a moment we sat there in an uncomfortable silence before Heather said, "Oh, while I remember, a quick question Andy. Why haven't you got your ears pierced for your earrings, you must have been tempted what with keeping them all these years?" "To be honest I don't know," I said, "I guess I was too scared." "Of what?" I blushed and could not make myself answer her question, a response that made Heather say knowingly. "Is it because you were afraid that someone might suspect that you really want to be an Angie rather than Andy sweetie?" I wanted to deny it and I could feel my jaw going up and down, but I could not make a sound, which made Heather laugh lightly as she said sitting forwards to press her hand on mine. "Relax Angie, you're with a friend who understands such things. Oh you don't mind me calling you Angie, do you Angie?" Feeling like my face was burning I shook my head. With an expression of delighted confirmation Heather said. "Good!" Smiling she sat back in her chair and sipped her lemonade content to give me minute or two to calm down before saying, "Can you roll another one Angie, you look like you need it?" After my admission I could see her watching my changing expression with her eyes bubbling with suppressed excitement, and when she asked for another joint I eagerly did as she asked. Admittedly my eagerness was mostly so that I did not have to look at her delighted and amused expression any longer. "So tell me Angie," Heather asked after I lit the joint, "have you ever dressed as yourself?" "No." I blushed passing her the joint. "Do you want to?" she probed. I blushed even brighter before I admitted, "Yes." "Good!" Heather said with smile as she passed me the joint back. "Have you any favourite sort of looks that you have dreamed of wearing?" I looked at the joint and made myself say, "One I have always dreamed of is what you were wearing first time I ever saw you in the village." My voice probably matched my blush as I made myself tell her. "I was in the back of my mums car and you walked over a pedestrian crossing wearing a short black leather skirt, a tight white silky top, shimmering tights and heels." "Oh my," she smiled, "I've probably still got that skirt in my wardrobe," she giggled. "I used to call that look my hunting outfit! Anything else?" "Well anything that tends to be more traditionally feminine, with skirts and dresses rather than trouser based," I admitted. "I also really liked the look of work outfits the girls in the cafe had to wear." Heather nodded and then changed the subject to ask what it was about my degree that made me want to switch courses? Taking my time I explained that although I was getting good grades and quite enjoyed the maths and the theory side of the my course. The majority of the work involved physical lab work, and assembling, then testing circuits was something I found tedious and uninspiring. Refilling our glasses Heather said, "From what you have just said, I think you are right to consider changing courses because I don't think you'll be very happy if you stay in digital systems. Can I ask what interests you about English Lit?" "I've always been more than a bit bookish, and English Lit was my favourite subject at school, I know most lads hated reading Austin and George Elliot but I really loved it and always planned on doing a Lit degree until mum pushed me towards engineering." "You know." Heather said sitting forwards smiling kindly at me, "I think one of your motivations towards English Lit is because it is regarded as one of the typically feminine degree course Angie, which if you think about it fits with your preference for the traditionally feminine look." She sat back with a pleased look on her face. "And I think that's wonderful that you a drawn to literature for the same reason why you are drawn to the traditional black dress and white apron that your cafe colleagues wore. In fact for me that is excellent, because it tells me that you could well fit rather nicely with an ambition I have, an ambition that I've wanted to fulfil for a very long time." "Okay?" I said with a nod looking at her nervously. Hearing Heather talking about my girlish desires was really hard and knew if I was not stoned there was no way I would have been able to talk to her about the subject. "Would you like to know what that ambition is Angie?" Heather said looking at me with a pleased smirk on her lips. "Because you can help me fulfil it." I nodded again and finally managed to squeak, "Yes please." "Good," Heather said, "as I said I did not marry Douglas for his money and even if we had never met I would still have the same lifestyle as I have today, because my career was already taking off before we met. Now I taught to believe that if you are successful then you deserve a few obvious indicators of that success and for as long as I can remember I've always imagined one of those indicators should be a personal maid, but not just any maid, I want a special maid. A maid I have created from a boy, a boy who has legally surrendered to me their life, becoming to all intents and purposes my property. A boy who has willingly bound himself to me with a cast iron legal contract giving me the right to train him until 'she' is completely as I wish, under my control and perfectly obedient to my every whim or desire. You see Angie I want to take a boy, a boy just like you darling, and turn him into my perfectly feminised maid." As her words sunk into my mind I gasped feeling my cock suddenly swelling in my pants. "Does that idea appeal to you Angie?" Heather asked looking pointedly at the front of my jeans with a smile. Lifting her eyes back to mine, she said with a delighted giggle, "I see it does sweetheart, and from how tight that tent in the front of your jeans look, I'd say rather a lot." Her eyes were still fixed on mine as I shamefully nodded. "Excellent, I hoped that my ambition was going to appeal to you Angie. Yes, darling, I think if we can come to an agreement, you have the potential to become that perfect maid I desire." "I could?" I said stunned by her words. "Yes," Heather said simply, "you could." With a satisfied smile playing on her lips Heather sat back in her seat and changed the subject completely by asking. "Who's dealing with your mothers estate Angie?" "Mr Gooder in town," I said feeling my heart rate coming down as the conversation moved away from how her offer matched my shameful dreams of femininity. "He'll have strung it out, would you like me to kick him up the arse, because it should not have taken him this long to sort out a simple probate?" "I paid him this morning so I think its all done now bar collecting the cheque," I said. "Can I ask what he's been charging you?" She asked. I reached down and pulled the paperwork I had been given from my bag and handed it to her. "To be honest I've not really looked at it yet, it's written in a language I can't understand, but as mum always used Gooder & Howe I just left them to it." Taking the paperwork Heather quickly scanned the pages and said somewhat angrily. "He's well and truly gouged you on the costs, there is no way an estate of this complexity should have cost you nearly a grand in fees Angie." She looked over the paperwork at me, and said surprised, "He's claimed almost 20% in costs! At the most this should not have cost you more than 10%." She looked furious,. "I think I'll be having a word with Mr Gooder, because this," she tapped the papers, "is the sort of over priced work that gives good solicitors a bad name!" Over the next half hour she carefully went through the papers, highlighting with a pen where I had been ripped off as she complained bitterly about Mr Gooder. Watching her getting angry was a fascinating experience and I was glad that it was not directed at me when she put her pen down, and snapped. "I've just costed what I would have charged, and I work for a much more prestigious firm the old Gooder, and even at the rates we charge this," she tapped the papers, "would have cost you less!" I shrugged, he was a solicitor I expected to get ripped off and rolled another joint. Since she was clearly angry I changed the subject and asked her about the various plants in her garden. With out being asked I topped up our lemonades and enjoyed listening to her obvious enthusiasm as she chattered away about her future garden plans. Eventually she glanced at wall clock on the house and said. "Since time is getting on Angie I had better get back to the purpose of this afternoon." I nodded the anxiety driven embarrassment that accompanied my admission earlier had faded and I said, "Okay?" "Good," Heather said, "now as I told you yesterday, my last housekeeper has gone to live with her sister in Bradford." I nodded. "My job is stressful and when I am home I like to spend my time either leisurely, or pottering in my garden and with working full time I do not have the time or the desire to do keep on top of the housework as well. This means I am looking for someone to replace her. Now since you are available Angie, are not happy with your course, and desire a feminine lifestyle, you appear to be an ideal candidate for the position. If of course you're willing to accept being contractually obliged to accept my more esoteric requirements, requirements which I eluded to earlier." "You mean signing a contract that in effect makes me your property?" I semi stuttered. "That is sort of correct Angie, because the contract is merely the legal mechanism I need to be able to enforce your acceptance of my requirements, rather than the requirements themselves," Heather explained with an anticipatory edge in her voice. "You don't have to make up your mind now, in fact I don't think you should, because I'm asking you to make a serious commitment that needs careful consideration, but I expect a decision before you leave this afternoon." Smiling at me she stood up saying, "I think I'll make us a jug of sangria from the look of your face sweetheart, I think something stronger than lemonade is in order." By the time she got back I had somewhat ordered my thoughts, and said lighting a joint, "Can I ask what sort of requirements are in the contract Heather?" "Yes Angie, of course you can and I think you will like them," Heather said confidently pouring our drinks. "First and foremost the position has a contractual requirement for a minimum commitment of at least two years and is in terms of job title as my live in housemaid. It is extendable with out consultation at my discretion to a maximum of five years before renegotiation. The wage is set at 25% above the graduate entry rate that my company offers and that is approximately ?800 a month after tax and insurance contributions. However as it is live in position you will only see ?200 a month, the excess of ?600 per month will be deposited monthly in to a high investment account held in you name until the contract is completed. So even if you serve only the minimum requirement the balance accrued will be around ?16,000 including interest earned when it transfers into your name. If of course the contract is extended then that closing figure will have increased annually in line with the wage rate I mentioned. In other words if my company raises it's entry wage, then what I will be paying you will go up accordingly." "Wow!" I gasped, ?800 a month take home was well above graduate level wages. "Obviously since the job is as my maid, it is a binding requirement that you to present as Angie, in other words female, at all times both on and off duty." I nodded going red again and sipped my sangria. "Now I am offering an awful lot of money plus board and lodgings for your services, and in return I expect total conformity with out complaint to anything and everything I require. I will be free like any employer to dictate your uniform, but I will also be free to dictate the rest of your appearance at all times, regardless of if you are on, or off duty." My blush got brighter as I nodded and whispered horsely, "Okay." Heather nodded and carried on. "Your on duty hours will begin at 7am and end sometime between 9 and 10pm. However as I will be absent for at least eight hours a day during the working week, once you have completed your daily chores you will be free to pursue your own interests, so long as they don't conflict with the requirement that you remain in a feminine role, until I return from work. You will be given Sundays as a weekly day of rest and two weeks of holiday, on top of any holidays I might take and require you to accompany me on." She gave me a smile and added, "Still with me?" My face was probably bright red again as I nodded. "Er, yes, um mm okay." Still watching me Heather continued, "You must also be willing to undertake any training to gain such skills I require of my maid. And finally, you will accept with out hesitation or complaint that you will be feminised to what ever level I decide and I'll tell you now that will include surrendering your right to masculine sexual expression, activity, indicators and orgasm. This will done by securing your penis in a chastity device, which will limit your sexual activities to sexually satisfying me in a lesbian manner if and when I require such service, or if you should meet someone who is both acceptable to me, and agreeable to the restrictions I have placed on you, then I am willing to consider letting you have an intimate friend so long as your role in such relationship is confined to the feminine one." Heather looked at me smirking as she sipped her drink. "Now do you understand all of what I have said Angie?" "Yes Heather," I said wallowing in a mixture of self disgust and deep desire. "I think I understand." "Good," Heather stated in a serious tone. "Now be aware this contract is the real thing. This is not some fantasy document, and has been very carefully constructed to be a completely legal binding commitment, giving me as the contract owner full power of attorney over you. Your right of refusal will be even less than what is given to a child, to point I will have the right to make any decision for you, even ones concerning any medical or cosmetic treatments I believe are necessary. Make no mistake about this Angie, from the moment you sign the contract you will have surrendered your right to argue or dispute any decision I might make on your behalf." She looked at me unwaveringly. "Now do you understand what I mean about property? That if you sign the contract you will to all intents belong to me for the next two to five years?" "Yes Heather," I said shivering with a mix of self-disgust that I was thinking about doing it, and delight about being offered the chance to become what she wanted. "I understand." "Excellent Angie," Heather said with a smile. "Now like all contracts there is a buy out clause, and that is one hundred thousand pounds, in other words that is what you will have to pay me if you wish to break the contract during the period it is running. I have a contract ready in my home office if you wish to read it, and I would advise you to do just that, before making up your mind to either sign it before you leave this afternoon, or not. However if you leave with out signing then you will not be invited here again and this afternoon will have just been pleasant diversion for us both." I nodded. "Okay." "Good, now if you do sign, and I hope you will, I will give you up to four weeks to settle Andrew's affairs and entanglements, before you move under my roof and permanently become my maid Angela, is that fair or will you need longer?" "I can't see it taking more than a week to be honest," I said shocked that I was actually seriously considering doing what she wanted. "I've only got see the college and let my landlord know." "Right then!" Heather said suddenly jumping to her feet with a big smile and said, "Why do you roll another fat one Angie, and think about what I am offering you, while I go and fetch a copy of the contract to look over." She giggled lightly to herself adding, "And couple of sterile needles along with a lovely pair of sleeper earrings I just happen to have had soaking in antiseptic for the last few hours, because I have decided it is high time young lady, that you got your ears pierced like every other girl!" "Hold still!" Heather said, kneeling in front of me. Taking my right ear lobe she pulled it tight and quickly pushed the needle through the skin. With a neat dexterous motion she easily threaded the sleeper into the hole the needle made and slipped the ring closed, fixing the golden hoop in my earlobe. I sat transfixed as she removed a second needle from the tray of antiseptic and repeated the operation on my left ear. For years I had been thinking about getting my ears pierced and I was surprised by how little it hurt when she said. "All done Angie," and sat back in her chair. "Now that looks better sweetie, much more feminine. Don't forget you'll have to make sure you clean and rotate the rings with antiseptic every morning and night for the next two weeks," Heather said as she admired my decorated ears. "And in a couple of weeks you'll be able to wear my Christmas presents!" "Thanks," I said in a slightly shocked tone, it had happened so quickly, one moment she was telling her requirements the next she was piercing my ears! "You look very pretty with earrings Angie," Heather said sitting back on her seat. "And with gold in your earlobes you are already a little closer to the image I want to see." I nodded and drew deeply on the joint as I gently ran a finger over my earlobes hyper aware of the gold rings that now decorated each. Swallowing dryly, I now had girlishly pierced ears and I did not know if it delighted or made me sick. I passed her the joint and said blushing, "Thank you Miss Heather." "Excellent," she laughed. "And you've got to be a natural Angie because you're already addressing me correctly as my maid should with out being told." I tried to read the contract but it was full of legalese and things like refer to section 2, subsection 2c clause 3.1, so I gave up and in the end put it to one side as most of the terminology used was completely baffling to me. Although much of what we had talked about just a few minutes earlier, or rather she had was pretty off the wall, you never would have guessed it as she chattered about her plans for the garden, her work and her ambition to make partner in the corporate law firm where she worked. Pulling an expression of disgust on to her face she complained bitterly about having to fly to Brussels and then Paris with work the following week, and started telling me how much she used to love travelling until the amount of flying she had to do for work put her off the idea of spending any of her free time in an aeroplane! After being hit with the requirements of her job offer it was a relief to listen to her going on about mundane things as it gave to chance to have another go at skim reading the contract and mentally go through everything she had said. Knowing if I did not sign I'd likely never see her again was a massive motivation to sign, but the more I thought about doing it, the more I desired what she was offering. All my life I had struggled to hide that little voice in my head that said, "You should have been a girl," and in Heathers off the the wall offer was the chance to find out if it was right, but at what cost I asked myself? If I did this I would be giving her free reign to do what she liked to me until I reached her mental image of her maid. I did not think she would abuse the power, but I also knew from what she said, that she meant every word and that she would turn me into the feminised obedient maid she craved so much. I don't know how long I sat there mulling it over before I finally made up my mind, but it was well before she brought the subject up again. "Well Angie?" Heather said an hour or so later. "Have you decided?" "Yes Miss Heather," I said. I blushed brightly and forced myself to say, "I want to sign." "Good girl!" Heather giggled delightedly. "I will fetch the contract now and in two shakes of the tail you will legally be employed as my property." She was back in under a minute and said, handing me the document. "Take your time to check that it is no different to copy you looked at Angie. I don't want you saying in six months that what I am doing to you was not what we agreed. The pertinent information is on first two pages where it gives the basic outline of the position and clearly states that you willingly agree and accept that upon signing you are giving me the right to take any form of action I deem necessary for you to meet the criteria required for the position, it also states that chastisement aside, I have no right to enforce any permanent visible changes to your public appearance or status until you have completely freed yourself from your former life." The contract was quite thick, and I had already tried to read it, I just said, "Where do you want me to sign Miss?" She took the contract and pointed to the first page and said, "Here as Andrew Evans." Flipping from page to page she told me where to sign before going all the way to the back said, "And finally here at the top of the page as Andrew, and last but not least here." I signed as she asked and once everything was done she said taking the contract from me. "Well that's done Angie, welcome to your new life." Part 2 Heather's eyes were bubbling with delight as she picked up the signed contract and said as she stood, "I'll just lock this away in my document safe Angela. Please roll me another joint and then fix us a tray of tea, you will find everything you need in the kitchen." I was still in the kitchen pouring kettle into the teapot when she walked in and said, "Is there a joint ready Angie?" "Yes Miss," I said, "it's on the table." Heather smiled and said, "Good girl," before she walked back into the garden. Heather giggled as I carried the tea tray over to the patio. "Next time you do that Angie you will be in a maid's uniform." Heather grinned and said with a pleased nod, "Sit down sweetheart. Now I know you said a week but realistically how long do you think it will take to close out Andrew life?" Sitting down I said, "Well other than Mr Gooder, not long, it's only really college I need to speak to as far as officialdom goes." "And your landlord?" "Just a case of going and telling him when I get back up there," I said, "I can probably sort everything out in two or three days Miss." "Perfect! Pour the tea Angie," Heather said waving at the tea-tray. "And don't forget to mention that you'd like to transfer to English Lit once you have got over loosing you mum." I was pouring the tea as I said. "I can't see them complaining about that Miss, they basically offered me the chance to pull out when she died, but I said she would have wanted me to finish the year." "Good! And you can leave old Gooder to me and I'll put a boot up his arse and get your probate cheque through before I bring you back from Liverpool," Heather said. "Now as I said I have to got to go to Europe for a few days and I hope to be flying back on Thursday. If possible I would like to have you ready to move in Friday, so you can assume your new duties Monday week, do you think you can manage that?" "I can try Miss," I said taking the joint when she offered it to me. "That's all I ask," Heather said, handing me an envelope. "In there is a ?200 in cash and a cheque for ?300 as signing bonus. It will clear your overdraft and cover any expenses you might incur as you are closing down your former life." "Now we have three days before I need to fly to Brussels, which gives me a little time to prepare you for living as Angie. In the morning do you think you will have time to pop that cheque in the bank and catch the 10am bus to Peterborough?" I nodded. "I expect so Miss." "Good, I want you to get off at Hillside where I will be waiting for you in the car park by the shops at 10.15, I will then make a couple of temporary changes to your appearance so that when I bring you back here tomorrow should any of my neighbours see you it will not look like I have a boy moving in, is that acceptable to you?" "Yes Miss," I said feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Good, now if anyone asks you can tell them that you are going back to Liverpool tomorrow as you have got your mothers estate settled, so make sure to bring any belongings you wish to keep with you." I nodded my agreement as she carried on talking. "When you get here I will go through your possessions and decide what items are suitable Angie and what are not. Those that are not will either be stored or if you prefer discarded. Until you move in you will be permitted two pairs of outer clothes, so you have a male disguise to wear when you're back to Liverpool next week. Although you are permitted outer clothes for a few days, your leisurewear, underwear, and nightwear will be feminine from tomorrow." She smiled and added with a giggled in her tone, "I think you can safely assume that once I pick you up next week you will not be wear another pair of full length trousers until after you complete the contract." I nodded. "Yes Miss." "Good, now I will fly back to Liverpool from Paris, and we will meet either in Liverpool or more likely Southport as the friend of mine who will be overseeing your initial appearance and behavioural alterations owns a salon and spa there, and the hotels are nicer. In fact I'll find you a room somewhere this evening and you can take the train into Liverpool each day. When we are ready to leave, the male clothes and accessories you have wearing will be abandoned, and from that moment you will become Angela permanently and she will accompany me back here, ready to assume her position as my maid." A little later I walked back over the golf course feeling quite stoned. It was almost like I had jumped on to a roller coaster and had no choice but to see where the ride took me. I think Edith was glad to hear I was going back to Liverpool because she told me. "Good, there's nothing for you here now lad, get your arse up north and make your mum proud." If she noticed my ears she did not comment and it was a very weird feeling as I lay there in bed to feel them gently throbbing in my ears as I replayed the days events. I had signed a contract that made me my idols property and I did not know if the idea terrified me or delighted me. One thing I did know was my life was going to be very different, and I had absolutely no say in how much... I did not sleep very much that night, and I was up with the dawn chorus. After mum had passed away I had either sold or donated most of her property. I had a few books and things up in Liverpool, and a case of heirlooms and valuables here at Edith's, which I intended taking with me but other than that my total possessions consisted of the clothes in my rucksack and what I was wearing. "Take care kid," Edith said with a hug when I left, and that was it, my old life was basically over and very soon it was going to be hello to whole new one. With my rucksack on my back and carrying the case full of my mums things had to take my time walking to town, but I was still early enough to get some breakfast in a cafe and be waiting when the bank opened at 9.30. Once I had deposited the cheque even with my luggage I had plenty of time to reach the bus station before my bus arrived. My mum case was pretty heavy, and contained her jewellery box, some family photographs and a few nicknack's of hers I had decided to keep for sentimental reasons. Although I was feeling more than a little scared about what I was doing, I was also buzzing with excitement as I caught the bus to Hillside. The bus arrived just before 10.15 and I could see Heather's car was already waiting in the car park as it pulled up at the stop. Obviously seeing me in her mirrors as I walked from the bus, the boot swung open as I reached the car allowing me to drop my bags inside. "Morning Angie," Heather said as I got into the passenger seat. "Morning Miss," I said blushing wildly as she started reversing out before I had finished fastening my seatbelt. "Looking forwards to today sweetheart?" She giggled excitedly. "I am!" "I think so Miss?" I said feeling like my heart was going to explode as she quickly drove from the village, and a couple of miles later pulled in a secluded drive way saying. "This place belongs to a couple of friends who have emigrated down under. As I am putting on the rental market as their agent, we're lucky to have the perfect place to transform you temporarily into Angela." Opening the her door she said, "Bring the case from back seat and follow me in please and chop-chop I want to be on our way home in a couple of hours." She laughed and added as she climbed out of the car and started walking away. "With this lovely weather I want to spend at least an afternoon next to the pool in my bikini with my book." Picking the case up from the back seat, I was surprised by how heavy it was and with a rush of excitement I followed her towards the open door of the house. Walking in I heard Heather call as I closed the door. "Quick as you can Angie, take the case with you and go straight up the stairs. The door in front of you at the top is the master bedroom go in, put the case on the bed and remove all those horrid male clothes, and I'll be right up." Embarrassed I did as she wished and a moment or two after I had pulled my underpants down Heather walked in and said, "Right let me get a look at you?" Naked I tried to cover myself which made her laugh. "You have nothing I have not seen before Angie, hands behind you back!" Blushing I did as she asked, feeling her eyes on me as she got me to spin round. "No bad, not bad at all," she mused, chuckling to herself as she opened the case and said handing me a wash bag, "Right then, job one pet, under the shower." She pointed at the door to the en-suite bathroom, "You'll find a lady shave, ladies razors and shaving cream in the case, I want to see you hairless from the eyelashes down by the time I come to do something with your hair." Waving me to the door, she picked up my discarded clothing, and promptly walked out, calling over her shoulder as she walked down the stairs, "And when I saw hairless I mean everything, including your muff girl!" "Could be better," Heather dryly commented when she critically examined my now hairless body some thirty minutes later. "But not bad for a razor, and Katie I have no doubt will deplete you properly when she sees you in Southport next week. Now kneel down next to the bath Angie, I want to do something with your hair. I'm not going to do anything radical just pop a chestnut temporary hair colour into it and add a bit of body." Humming to herself she washed my hair and then worked the colour in saying, "We just need to give that a bit of time to take," as she covered my hair in a plastic bag and said slapping my bum, "Stand up, and stay still Angie." Stood there naked and hairless with a plastic bag on my head I felt more than a little uncomfortable as Heather looked at me nodding to her self. Then much to my astonishment she reached forwards and grabbed hold of my genitals, cooing, "Nice and small excellent." I felt like I was going to explode my idol, the woman who figured in so many of my school age dreams had my cock in her hand! Smirking Heather held my cock and as it started to swell, her grin widened as she gazed silently into my eyes for a long few seconds, before commenting. "Naughty, naughty Angie! I told you that I am not going to permit you to demonstrate any male sexual displays and one's like this little thing." She teasingly shook my cock, which made me become fully hard before she said in a tone dripping with excitement. "Will very soon be a thing of the past. Girls don't have these, and neither will you, once you are my feminised maid!" Grinning Heather squeezed my cock almost to the point of pain before she loosened her grip and said, "I want you concentrating on my pleasure, not this, which is why I must insure it is controlled." Heather's tone lit up with a strangely dominantly erotic edge as she continued. "And once I am controlling this, I will control you and you will come to love it, because it is a simple truth that if you control the actions of a penis the mind and body will always follow." She giggled. "Now I have a completely secure little decorative device on order to take care of this... But for now I'll have to make do with a mostly secure little toy that will do job until I get the long-term solution on to you." Her hand gently teased my cock making me shake with a mix of fear and desire as she held me close to the point of coming until I said panting heavily, "Yes Miss Heather." "Good girl, now that hair colour takes about twenty minutes to work, which means if you wish to feel a last masculine sexual sensation, and take a standing pee before I insure you are denied any opportunity demonstrate such behaviour I suggest you do so now, because it will be at least two years before you get another chance." Heather stroked a nail down my hairless skin adding. "Because when I return in 15 minutes I will be locking a temporary chastity device on to you. I'll warn you now it will probably be rather uncomfortable, but that is the price of your submission to me and it will suffice until I can have you properly fitted with the truly secure device next week." Having shaved off all my body hair my skin felt super sensitive and I don't know if it was apprehension, a sudden chill, or because my skin was so sensitive that caused a shiver to run over me as she grinned and added, "Oh," before she walked out of the bathroom. "And if you spill any man slime you will be licking it up Angie, so don't make a mess!" I could still almost feel the sensation of her hand on my cock, and I embarrassingly I shot my load into my hand before she reached the bottom of the stairs. Shivering with shame at my lack of self control, felt a wave of self disgust as I cleaned myself up and checked that I had not spilled any cum on the floor. Like most young males not long after ejaculation I needed a pee and I half wondered just how different having to pee sitting down would be as I pointed Percy at the porcelain. I did not know it at the time but this was to be the last time I touched a sexually capable cock that belong to me. By the time Heather got back I was in the throes of a massive post ejaculatory crash, and I was almost shaking with humiliation as she walked in saying with a grin at my embarrassed expression. "What you are feeling just now Angie is caused by a reduction in your testosterone levels after your masturbatory orgasm," she snickered. "And it is by removing the effect you are feeling now from your life Angie that will let me modify your behaviour until I can command your unthinking obedience." Heather had a big smile on her face as she walked towards me holding a pink ring and curved tube saying, "And devices like this are the key to controlling your little cock, and eventually your mind." She held up the lewd looking pink plastic items and said, "Your penis will go in here." She slid a finger in the curved short tube until it hit the cage like top. "And then I will wrap the ring round the back of your little testosterone factories." She gently teased one of my nipples with a finger nail. "And then I will connect the two together, with a pretty sliver lock, and then my girl its hey presto no more erections for Angie!" A delighted laugh rippled in Heather's tone as she said. "I do hope you enjoyed that last jerk sweetie because it will be a long time before you ever do it again," and with out any further ado she fixed the bright pink ring behind my balls. Chortling with delight she added, "I've always wanted to do this," and slid the matching pink tube over my cock. There was no hiding her glee as she held up the silver padlock and said, "Once I lock this you will be sitting to pee, and sex for you will giving me lesbian orgasms Angie girl!" I let out a little jump as the lock loudly clicked closed encasing my cock in pink plastic, which I quickly discovered made any attempt at getting hard a very, very painful experience! Contained inside the plastic tube my cock was trapped between the ring and the cage like moulded top of the tube, there was no space for my cock to swell, and the moment it got in the slightest bit hard, it had me wincing. The chastity was also designed to make it impossible for wearer to take a standing pee as it was shaped to force my contained cock pointing down and slightly back between my legs so I had to sit. Clearly delighted Heather said patting my now caged cock, "All done," as she examined its fitment. "Perfect!" she cooed before adding, "Kneel down and bend over the edge of the bath Angie we need to rise out your hair." Taking the shower head Heather quickly rinsed the colour from my hair, and started rolling curler after curler into my long hair. The curlers were quite small and remembered my mum had a box of them when I was a child. Taking her time Heather sectioned hair a little at a time and tightly rolled each section onto a curler before soaked the hair roll in a pungent blue lotion. It took quite a while before she had covered my head with twenty or more curlers and said, "Now while we let that dry I really do need to do something with your eye brows," and started plucking at them with a pair of tweezers telling me. "Don't fret Angie, I'm not going fully feminine on them. I'm just tidying them up enough to be passable. Katie will do them properly next week." Looking at her work a couple of minutes later she said, "Much better," and handed me a pair of plain black panties and a matching padded bra. "Put them on and turn round so I can fasten and adjust your bra for you!" In very short order Heather dressed me in a plain black padded bra and matching panties, a pair of black tights, and a short black dress, giggling delightedly she said holding up a pair of shoes. "And now the flagship item of your outfit some special heels." I was excited and in pain, as having her dressing me as a girl turned me on, and the effect of the chastity on my cock as it tried to swell was almost agonising. Giggling delightedly as I winced more than one she said, "Sit back on the loo sweetheart." I sat down, and watched as she slid a pair of three inch heels on my feet, swallowing dryly when she chuckled closing the ankle straps. "You won't be slipping them off when I am not looking Angie, because I've had the buckles replaced with ones that need a special magnetic key to undo, and I have that along with your chastity key very close to my heart." She tapped the key and pendant hanging on a chain round her neck. Telling me to remain on the loo, Heather opened a cosmetic case and started painting products onto my face, stopping often to check her work and test my now drying hair, which as it dried out was beginning to tighten almost painfully onto the rollers. Finally satisfied with my face her attention turned to my nails. "Once you have seen Katie you will have nails like mine Angie." She held up her hand showing her feminine painted nails. "But for now I am just going to tidy them with a basic manicure, and decorate them with layer of glossy girlish varnish to match your sexy lips!" Again checking my hair, Heather pulled a face and produced a small travel hair dryer. She was obviously enjoying herself as she started run the dryer over my curler covered head until my hair was completely dry. Under the heat of the hair dryer my hair really tightened on the curlers and was almost painfully pulling on my scalp by the time she was satisfied. "We'll just let your hair cool down for a while Angie," Heather said with pleased smile. "Before I brush it into the semblance of a feminine style and then we can be off home." I was itching to see what I looked like but there were no mirrors in the bathroom. Clearly feeling pleased with my appearance Heather said, "While your hair is cooling you can clean up in here," she tittered and tossed my tee shirt in the bath. "You can use that to clean everything, and don't forget to put everything back in the wash bag and then put it in the case in the bedroom." It was immediately apparent that walking in heels was going to take some getting used too but they were not quite as bad as I feared as I put the wash bag in the case. Curious I looked in the case and saw it was full of freshly purchased clothes and I correctly guessed she had been shopping for me earlier that morning. Other than the residue from colouring Heather had put in my hair the bathroom did not need much cleaning so did not take long. One thing I did realise when I was done, was my tee shirt was completely ruined. "Done yet?" Heather asked, walking in as I gave the loo a final wipe. "Just finished now Miss," I said, getting to my feet wobbling slightly off balance with my heels raised by three inches. "Good, come in to the bedroom and I'll do your hair." One at a time Heather carefully removed the rollers from my hair, and I could feel it spring back into the curl as she released each section from the curler. Chuckling with delight she brushed it into the style she wanted, and after a long blast of hair spray she finally told me to pick up 'my' case and follow her down stairs. Walking down the stairs in heels took a completely new method of descending, and I had to watch how Heather did it before I was able to follow her. Taking my time as every step felt like it was going to result in me going head over heels I eventually got downstairs unscathed. Having had to concentrate of getting downstairs with out losing my balance it was not until Heather said. "Well, take a look Angie, what do you think?" Only then did I noticed the Welsh dresser beside the front door had a mirror back and saw my reflection. "Oh my God!" I gasped. I looked radically different I now looked just a few hours earlier. The long fair haired slightly unkempt student boy had been replaced with a boyish looking brunette who reminded me of my mum when I was a little kid. "God I look like my mum," I whispered, turning from side to side as I looked at myself in the mirror, aware of Heather watching my reaction with a delighted smile on her face. "Does my maid like her new image?" she chuckled. "Because I do, and as a base line look without any professional help I must say you have turned out much better than I ever could have hoped Angela." "I do Miss Heather," I said unable to stop grinning as I looked at my reflection, so delighted by how I looked that even the pain from my newly chastised cock seemed unimportant. For the first time in my life it looked like how I always felt it should. Ten minutes later we were back in her car and driving back towards Wilton. As we approached the ring road Heather asked. "I assume the rucksack contains clothes, but tell what is in the case you brought with you Angie?" "It's mostly things of my mothers that I wanted to keep Miss. There is nothing of any great value except perhaps one or two things in her jewellery box, it's just a couple of porcelain figures she cherished, some family photographs and heirlooms along with my old teddy-bear." "When we get home bring that in the maids quarters with you, but for now leave the rucksack in boot. I'll winnow through your clothes sometime tomorrow or Sunday." "Yes Miss." As we were only a few miles out of Wilton it did not take long to get back, and as we drove into the village she deliberately went along the high street. Seeing all the people, the pedestrian lights and how busy it was I almost wet my self. I was dressed as girl sat beside her in plain view of everyone, what if someone recognised me? Even worse it seemed every time we had to stop I saw someone who I recognised. That five or ten minute drive along the High Street turned in to some of the most uncomfortable minutes I have ever experienced. "Relax Angie, no one can tell you're not a real girl," Heather chuckled. "And I doubt anyone will recognise you looking like you do now, so relax and enjoy it." Heather could have avoided the village centre, but she was determined to prove to me that I could pass first inspection, and she also wanted to be seen with 'Angie,' and going up the high street did both. This baptism of fire only got worse when she pulled in at the village petrol station, commenting dryly as she pulled up at the pump. "You better get used to being in public Angie, and quickly, because you'll be doing all my domestic shopping in the next few weeks." She chuckled lightly and said, "Next time we do this I'll get you to fill the car up, and if you get a driving licence along with being my uniformed maid at home, I might also use you as my uniformed chauffeur." Heather did not rush at the petrol station, and even chatted with another woman after she had paid for the fuel. The woman pulled up just after Heather went to pay and was filling up her car when she called out to Heather as she walked back to her car. "Hello Heather, lovely day." "Hello Sue," Heather answered her saying, "isn't it gorgeous." The woman 'Sue' clearly asked something about me, but I did not hear what as a loud car drowned her out, but I did hear Heather saying, "No, she not my niece Sue, she's Beryl's replacement, I've just picked her up from the bus station. What loosing Douglas, and work commitments, I don't really have time to keep on top of the house so I've employed Angela to replace her." The woman asked something else, which made Heather say, "Oh, I met her in the cafe where she used to work. It's one I used rather a lot for off the record meetings with clients, and when I needed domestic help Angie was the obvious person to ask since I knew she was stuck for better paid work and wanted to move out of the city. Well cheerio for now, I'll bell you when I get back from Europe end of next week and we can get together for a game of tennis." I was bright red when Heather climbed back into the car said sounding pleased with herself, "That was lucky Angie, Susan's the biggest gossip in the village and will explain to everyone that the girl living with me is my domestic staff with out me having to parade you through the village in uniform." Five minutes later Heather pulled up outside her home saying as she got out of the car, "Fetch your case from the boot, and the one you took to the bedroom, as it contains some clothing I purchased for you earlier Angie, and follow me in." Picking up the cases I did as she asked realising that if any neighbours did see me I did indeed look like the hired help moving in as I followed her into the house. Closing the door behind me Heather led me along the hall and opened a door under the stairs, which led to another stairway leading down to the basement. At the bottom was a small self-contained flat consisting of a bedroom, a small lounge and a bathroom. "These are the old servants quarters, which Douglas and I converted into a small housekeepers flat, and is your new home Angie," Heather said, taking my mums case from me and opening it on the bed. I was only vaguely aware that she was going through my heirloom case as I looked round and saw the bedroom was about the same size as my student room but better fitted. In the middle of the room was a comfortable looking three quarter bed, a fairly large built in wardrobe lined one wall and a dressing table with a large makeup mirror sat under the window. Although we were in the basement the window looked on to the garden because the house was built on a bank. Taking a look through it I could see a few trees, and the end of what looked like the swimming pool. Commenting over her shoulder as she opened my mums jewellery box, "You will find the apron and hairband that complete your uniform in the wardrobe Angie, put them on and then you are ready to begin as my maid." Tapping the box, Heather said as I opened the wardrobe and saw two more dresses identical to the one I was wearing along with aprons and lacy hairbands on a shelf. "I expect to see you making use of your mothers jewellery Angie, and these figures are lovely so display them and of course your bear. Nothing in here is unacceptable for my maid to possess, except for the photos of your old self and those you should store." She flipped through the framed photographs, and said, "I think you should display these ones of you with your mother as a baby, oh and this one since your long hair makes you look like a girl." "Yes Miss Heather," I said fiddling with the strings as I fastened the apron, and tried to work out the best way to wear the lacy Alice band hairpiece. Looking at me Heather said as I got the band to sit on my springy hair. "My you look perfect now you're correctly uniformed as my maid Angela! Just like I imagined. You can arrange your room later before bed, go and make me a tray of tea girl. You can serve it in the garden once I have changed into my bikini, I'll take it by the pool. Then I want you to get on with cleaning and hoovering the downstairs as its not been done properly since Beryl left two weeks ago." "Yes Miss," I said, as she walked out clearly feeling pleased with herself. "I see you approve," Heather chortled as she waltzed past me wearing what was even in the 1990's a tiny bikini. "I'll have that tea now Angie." In her hand she carried a book and a small bell. A bell, which I soon learned would be ringing when ever she needed me. That set the routine for the day, me wearing my maids uniform waiting on her hand and foot. In truth I enjoyed it, my uniform felt wonderful and every time I caught a glimpse of myself in any mirrors I felt like I wanted to pinch myself in case I was dreaming. Other than the heels, which with in half an hour were killing my feet and legs, and the regular jolts of pain when seeing how I was dressed as I passed a mirror had my cock trying to stiffen in the confines of the unyielding chastity, I loved being Angie. It was pretty clear when I started on the bathrooms that the house was simply to big for me to completely finish cleaning the downstairs before Heather came in from the sunning herself. Having cleaned the cafe often enough to know that you start with the kitchen, then the bathrooms and finally the public spaces. I was just finishing hoovering the hall to the front door when Heather came in from the sun and immediately checked my work. "Not bad a beginning, Angie," she said, "in fact I am quite impressed. Yes, you are much slower than a trained maid, but you seem to have got your priorities right, having done the downstairs bathrooms, kitchen and living room first, and it would appear that your work so far is equal to the standard Beryl kept. Well done." "Thank you Miss," I said feeling pleased. "Now can you cook?" "Not very well Miss," I admitted. "I can just about manage things like chops and mash, but I've never done any real cooking." "No matter for now, but cookery is a skill that you will have to learn in my service." Heather smiled and said, "Still I'm sure you can peel and cut vegetables, and follow directions. In the kitchen you will find Delia Smith's cookery book, look up how to make a basic beef casserole, and then follow the instructions. If you don't understand anything come and ask me, but I doubt you'll need it as only an idiot can mess up that dish. Off you now." Heather clearly enjoyed having me as her maid, and she kept me busy all evening, until at around 9pm when she said, "You are dismissed Angie, I will not require any further service this evening." She let out a giggle and said, "I think you're going to become just what I want, come along sweetheart and I'll show you the routine for cleaning off your make up, and cleansing your skin." She was in a very girlish mood and it was kind of fun as she talked me through the process adding. "Now I know you won't be able to fix your face in the morning, but do make sure to wear some lipstick, and do the best you can with your hair. Along with cookery, makeup and beauty skills will be your primary focus of training during the initial months of your service. I will provide you with training materials and products that you will learn to use and once you have gained some skill I will send you up Katie to work in her beauty salon a couple of weeks, so she can polish your skills." "Yes Miss, thank you Miss," I said as she finally removed my shoes and told me. "You'll find a few nightdresses and knickers, along with a pink satin robe, and a pair of wedge heel slippers for nightwear in the case, as well as a selection of underwear. I think you can wear the red set tomorrow, oh and I have also provided a small selection of stereotypically feminine casual clothes." "Thank you Miss Heather, I'll put them away before I go to bed," I said. "Good girl, now I expect you dressed and as ready as you can make yourself with a coffee tray knocking on my bedroom door at 7.30 am. My bedroom will be the one with the closed-door." She looked round the room and added, "There is a kettle and some low-fat hot chocolates in the other room." She glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed saying, "And as its fairly early you have time to arrange your room before you get your head down, and do try to get some sleep dear, because I want the rest of the downstairs, my bedroom and bathroom done before dinner tomorrow is that understood?" "Yes Miss Heather," I said. "In that case good night Angie," Heather said with a pleased smile, calling, "Oh and there are a couple of suitable novels in the case, if you want to read before bed," and walked back up the maids stairs. Once she had gone I realised that when Heather said I was to be her maid she meant it. Although she had alluded to some sexual contact other than her teasing me when she locked my cock in chastity, I had been treated strictly as a domestic servant, and it was bloody hard work. My feet hurt, and by the time I had arranged my room it was gone 11 and I was shattered. I was tempted to have a look at the books until I realised that the alarm would be going off at 6am and I had to get up. It was kind of scary to know that I would have to be up dressed, and looking as close to how I did today all by 7.30am when she wanted coffee served in her bedroom. Next morning I was on time, and my hair had survived mostly intact, some of the curl had fallen out but as I had watched my mum often enough in a morning repairing her hair after she had it set, I knew to lightly brush it into shape and hold it in place with some hairspray. I was also more aware of the chestnut colour she had washed into it, as my normally mousy brownish blond fair hair had a noticeable red hue as I styled as best I could. Saturday pretty much followed the same pattern as Friday. After I served Heather her coffee she quickly reapplied my make up and locked the heels on to my feet again before she sent me to fix her breakfast. Heather liked tea, toast, a quarter melon and a small yoghurt for breakfast, and told me as I left her room. "You may have a small bowl of cornflakes, and a slice of toast in the kitchen while I am getting dressed Angie." After serving her breakfast, she told me what she wanted me to do in the house and retired to the garden. Unlike Friday, rather than sunning she sat on the patio with a stack of files, and worked her way through a mountain of paperwork, making copious notes on a yellow legal pad. She would occasionally ring her bell for fresh tea or a soft drink. As Heather worked on her clients legal paperwork I cleaned all day, and once again my feet were soon on fire from the locked shoes. As I worked I was still regularly wincing in pain when my cock tried to stiffen in response to my reflection. Although it was at times hideously painful, there was also a weirdly pleasurable aspect to it being denied, which was kind of strange when I thought about it. "You are walking more smoothly in your heels Angela," Heather commented when I brought her a tray of tea mid-afternoon. "Pretty soon those heels will feel comfortable enough that we can move you up to pair of proper stiletto's." Dinner again came from Delia, which I had to cook and then serve her in the dining room, before I was able to eat my smaller portion in the kitchen. After looking at me Heather had decided that I was now on a diet as she wanted me to shed at least a stone in weight because she felt my arms were far to masculine. Once again at around nine, which later I remembered was when my on duty time finished. Heather told me, "Other than serving me coffee at 8.30 on a Sunday rather than 7.30, the rest of the day tomorrow is your own. I'll find you a bikini or a swimming costume and I think we'll spend the day by the pool." She smiled over her glass of wine. "You're very pale so you need to spend some more time in the sun and I think you'd look better with a tan on your skin. We can take our books, have a couple of smokes, a glass or two of wine, and discuss how the last two day's have gone, but for tonight Angela you are dismissed." I was very embarrassed to be wearing a bikini especially as I knew the sun was likely to be marking my skin with its outline as Heather and I sunbathed next to the pool. The only down side was Heather insisted I wore the heels and only unlocked them when I joined her for a swim. It was a wonderful way to spend the day. At first I did find it very uncomfortable when she probed my feelings about the last two days, but after a smoke and a glass of wine I admitted that I was having the time of my life, and was loving having her dictate my lifestyle. The pot loosed my tongue enough that when I admitted I was having a love hate relationship with both my lovely looking but very unconformable shoes, and having my cock contained. "I know this might sound a bit weird Miss, but being stopped from being turned on like I used to be is also a turn on but it a different way." Heather giggled in delight and said, "Good then it's working and as for your heels, trust me Angie, in a couple of weeks you'll find it more uncomfortable not to be wearing heels." She nodded at my shoes. "In fact I'll bet that before you know it you will be regarding heels like those as comfortable working heels." Having told her about how being in chastity made me feel Heather also took great delight in flaunting herself at me just to see the wince of pain as my cock noticed her charms. All told I had a wonderful day, and Heather's obvious delight that I seemed to be enjoying my feminisation went a long way towards easing some of the anxiety I felt about my future. It was kind of scary though knowing just how much power I had given her, especially when she teased me about how she would, if I wanted, find me a nice tranny loving gay boyfriend. I'll admit that I felt more than a little regret when it was time for me to head back to Liverpool. In the reverse of Friday we drove back out to Heather's friends house arriving before six on the Monday morning. Once we were there Heather made me remove my lipstick, brush out my hair and strip off my feminine outer clothes, before letting me get dressed in the boring mundane clothing my gender were supposed to wear. "See," Heather said when I looked at myself in the mirror twenty minutes later, "you look just like you did last Thursday when you came to my house, but." She giggled. "Not for much longer though, because in a few days even in those jeans and an old tee shirt you won't look anything you do now. Heavens look at the time shall we go Angie? You have a train to catch and I need to be at East Midlands airport before ten." It was just before half seven when she dropped me at the train station in Peterborough, saying, "Now don't forget to check in with Katie and introduce yourself as Angela. Most importantly if she tells you to do anything do it, because she is speaking with my authority and you will treat her at all times with greatest respect, so always address her As Mistress Kate is that understood?" "Yes Miss," I said blushing as she laid down the law. "Good, because Katie's word for you is as much the law as mine is, and if you disobey her in anyway she will punish you without hesitation!" She chuckled. "She's whipped more than a few submissives into place and will have no qualms about thrashing your backside raw. Although I personally do not like inflicting corporal punishment, preferring more to subtle forms encouragement involving humiliation and psychological torture, Katie is old school, and she will thrash you. Now I will see you fingers crossed at Katie's sometime Thursday, and please be a good girl for her or I'll be very unhappy with you. Now off you go now Angela, run along there's a good girl." Hopping out of the car wondering what Mistress Kate would be like I shouldered my mostly empty rucksack and walked over to the platform for the 7.45 express train to Birmingham. If it was on time I might even make the early train to Liverpool and I'd have more than time to make my appointments, see Mark, and let the cafe know I would not be back. Stood waiting for the train it was kind of weird to think that only five days earlier I had been here, giddy at having spent almost five hours in company of a woman I had idolised since childhood. All with out any inkling of how much she was going to take over my life. Normally I would have got a coffee, but with my cock locked away I really did not want to face the disgusting gents toilets. Form my rucksack I produced a printed sheet, which had all Heather's of instructions. I was booked in at the Prince of Wales Hotel in Southport, under Lane, which reminded me of something on the final page of the contract but I could recall what. On arrival in Liverpool I was to use the phone card she had given me to call, 'Mistress Kate.' Tell her I had arrived and was going to the university to inform them that I was leaving the course for personal reasons. From there I was to see my landlord and collect any belongs from my student digs and after getting something to eat catch a train to Southport. Once in Southport I was to inform Mistress Kate that I had arrived at the Prince of Wales and finally after checking in I would go to my room and dress as Angela, and remain there until morning when I was again permitted to wear male outerwear to go back to the university to hopefully finalise everything. When I left the hotel in the morning I was to again check in with Mistress Kate and inform her I where I was going and what I was doing. If I completed my course withdrawal that day, I was to inform Mistress Kate that I had, and follow her instructions, if not I was to follow the same routine as the night before. It was pretty clear that Heather wanted to keep tabs on me at all times, and as I sat on the train, I started to understand what she meant about controlling me. She might have been in mainland Europe but she would know where I was, and having programmed at least today and tomorrows schedules what I would be doing. For the first time the consequences of what signing that contract might mean for me began to properly sink in, which was both exciting and frightening when I thought about it. As I was on the commuter express the train made good time and arrived in Birmingham for once early, and after a bit of a run I made the 9.30 to Liverpool. Running with my cock pulled uncomfortably back was not a pleasant experience, but it did mean I was in Liverpool for midday. Stopping at a phone card box just outside Lime Street, I called the number Heather gave me and said politely when it was answered. "Hello, can I speak to Mistress Kate please." "And who is this?" an educated Liverpool accented woman asked. "I am Angela, Mistress Kate," I said blushing even though I was in the phone box and could not be overheard. "Ah yes Lady Heather's newly acquired slave-girl, where are you now girl?" "At the card box outside Lime Street Mistress Kate." "Good, and you're earlier than I expected, British Rail must have been kind to you. Contact me when you are getting on the train to Southport, and I will get my maid to collect you from the station as there has been a change of plans. I have decided that rather than waste your Mistresses money on a hotel room you can share my maids bed." "Yes Mistress Kate." "Good." And with that she put the phone down. I did not know what to think, but as Heather had told me to obey 'Mistress Kate' I decided to do as she asked. With my head in a spin, I walked up to the university and went to see my courses admissions officer. She was very understanding and told me that I would be able to resume my studies when I was ready, and that my A-levels were more than good enough to let me transfer to an English Lit degree. Making me an appointment to see my personal tutor the following morning, more to say good bye and thank you than any course requirement, followed by someone from Literature course I was finished in the University by 3pm. I walked round to my digs and let myself in. Straight away I knew Mark was at home as walked up the stairs as I could smell the pot, and banged on his door calling his name. As Mark's dad was our landlord a quick word with him was all it took to give up my digs, and half an hour later with another parting bag of weed buried in my rucksack, which was now stuffed full of my possessions, with my Angela bag packed on top I was on my way to the cafe. The boss was fine about it, and even bought me a coffee and a cake. We chatted for about fifteen minutes before he said, "I'll see you when I see you then Andy, take care and come see me when you do as I'll take you back on." I called Mistress Kate at Central Station. "All done girl?" she asked with out preamble. "Other than seeing a couple of tutors tomorrow yes Mistress Kate," I said, hoping no one could hear me. "Good, and Mistress will do," she said. "Do you know Southport?" "Sort of Mistress, I've been there a couple of times." "Excellent," she said, "then you know where Lord Street is correct?" "Yes Mistress." "When is your train due in here?" Her questions were quick fire and it was clear she expected to be promptly answered. "5.30 Mistress." "Good I'm sure you can walk from the station quickly enough to be waiting on the road by Barclays Bank on Lord Street. You will remain there until a white golf convertible being driven by my maid pulls up. She is a blond and wearing a pink beauticians smock. You will get in kiss her girlishly, and do as she tells you." She ended the phone call just as abruptly as our first contact and I'll admit that from speaking to her, she scared the crap out of me. Wishing I could talk to Heather about the change of plans, I did as I was told, and was stood waiting by the bank for a good thirty minutes before a white golf pulled up. It was being driven by a blond girl with tightly permed hair who had that overly made up look that hairdressers and beauticians all seemed to have. As Mistress Kate has described she was wearing a pink smock dress, which I noticed had 'Beauty by Katie' embroidered on the left chest. "Angela?" she called. "Hop in honey, I'm Brenda." She giggled lightly as I put my bag on the back seat and said, "Kiss, kiss sweetie." Leaning forwards she snogged my lungs out leaving a large amount of her bright pink lipstick on my mouth. She was very pretty in that kind of artificial way some hairdressers can have and wore her bottle blond hair pulled up into a big bun on the top of her head. Giving me a wide eyed grin she broke the kiss saying in a giggled happy tone as she pulled into the traffic. "We're going to have so much fun together before your Mistress comes to pick you up Angie." Brenda might have looked like a blond airhead but she could drive her car, and demonstrating a skill level at odds with her looks she expertly piloted her little car through the busy streets. Having only visited Southport a couple of times in past I was quickly lost as she zipped down side streets and along back roads until we were whizzing along a dual carriageway past an airfield which I think recognised passing on the train. Expertly braking she slipped into the inside lane and turned left up a narrow country road. After a couple of minutes she swung into the drive of a house that had clearly at sometime been part of a farm. "Bring your bag Angie," Brenda said as she hopped out, and led me round to the rear. Opening the back door led into a country cottage style kitchen, and Mistress Kate, who she greeted with a curtsy saying, "Here she is Mistress, this is Angie, Lady Heather's girl." Mistress Kate was not what I expected, I don't know what I expected but it was not a short well dressed thirty something woman, who looked like she had just stepped off the cover of Woman's Own. Mistress Kate might have been small in stature, but as she looked at me I could feel the force of her personality. "So you're Heather's new girl?" she said carefully examining me. "Hum not bad, not bad at all, but she always did have a knack of picking the pretty ones." She flicked a finger at me saying. "Brenda get her out of those ridiculous clothes, and then find her a smock for the time being, and those training heels I collected this morning." She looked at me and said, "Lady Heather said you are a size seven girl?" "Yes Mistress Kate," I said as Brenda pulled my jeans down and giggled tapping my skin tone tights and panty covered chastity. "Ow, Lady Heather has already fixed her Mistress." Mistress Kate laughed. "If she had not been fixed I would not be letting her share your bed Brenda because you know you cannot be trusted round free cock, can you?" "No Mistress," Brenda said with a pout as she pulled my tee shirt over my head revealing the matching training bra Heather had made me wear, giggling as she saw it saying, "Cute bra honey, but if you're a good girl Lady Heather might get you something to fill it." She jiggled her large breasts. "Like Mistress did for me." "Brenda hush!" Mistress Kate said firmly. "Take them rags and and put them my study with the rucksack, and then fetch her training heels and a smock. I might as well as have you loosely matching." Curtsying Brenda said, "Yes Mistress," and swished out of the kitchen with her short skirted smock swaying round her thighs. She might not have been what I expected but there was a force in Mistress Kate's hard unwavering gaze that crushed my self esteem and reduced me to a quivering wreck. It was almost like being under a microscope and as I stood there I felt sure she had to see me shaking, as she flicked her eyes up and down my body in silent assessment. Lifting her eyes to mine she mentally dominated me before she said in a chill level tone of voice. "I will tell you this once, and once only Angela. While you are under my guidance I will not tolerate any form of ill manned behaviour, cheek, rebellion or disobedience. You are here to be educated in your new station in life, and you will be educated. I will improve you from the slovenly creature I see before me into the kind servant that your owner, Lady Heather, deserves. I will instruct you, and you will learn. My standards are high, and you will come up to them or suffer the consequences, do you understand me girl?" I'm sure my voice was shaking as much as I was when I said, "Yes Mistress Kate." "Good, you'd better or you'll be feeling my crop in very short order," she said, calling, "Enter," when Brenda knocked on the door. Giving me a smile and a wink from behind Mistress Kate, Brenda said curtsying as she came in, "I've got the training heels and a smock dress for Angie, Mistress." "Well they are no bloody use in your hands Brenda, get them on her," Mistress Kate said keeping her eyes fixed on mine. "Yes Mistress," Brenda said, her voice giddy with excitement as she walked over and said. "Slip your hands in the arms Angie," as she slid the pink smock like dress over my head, and fastened the zip, before adding, "Will you sit down on the chair beside you for a moment please babe." I quickly sat, and saw Mistress Kate look at the sky as she dryly commented, "You sit like a sack of spuds Angela, that will be changing!" As Mistress Kate was speaking Brenda was slipping my feet into the heels, and fastening the wide cuff like ankle straps with an ominous click. Giving my leg a pat Brenda said, "You can stand up now Angie I'm done." I stood too quickly and wobbled struggling to find my balance in the training heels, and they immediately made the pair Heather had given me almost seem comfortable. The heel was narrower, and a good inch or so taller than I had been getting used too. As they were secured to my feet with a wide padlocked ankle band I knew they were not coming off until Mistress Kate's wanted them taken off, and I prayed I would be able to walk in them. "Much better," Mistress Kate said nodding as Brenda stood beside me. "Fix her face and hair, and then she can skivvy for you while you prepare my dinner. No hold that, on second thoughts. Angela, Lady Heather tells me your service skills are already excellent, you will provide the table service tonight and I will assess where you need improvement." She ran her eyes over me before saying, "Brenda, you should have something that will fit, find her something appropriate for service." Standing Mistress Kate picked up her coffee and added ominously before she walked out, "I expect you sluts to work not chatter, if I hear anything other than work related conversation you'll both be spending the rest of the evening gagged with sore arses!" Brenda said, "Yes Mistress," and nudged me to curtsey with her. Waiting until Mistress Kate walked out before she took hold of my hand and led me to what was clearly her room. Walking in the heels was an experience and I was struggling to find my balance. They were much harder to cope with than the ones I had been wearing. I really had to think about what I was doing with my feet and place every step carefully or risk losing my balance. I only just managed to keep up with Brenda, who did not seem in the slightest hampered by her skyscraper heels, while I came close to falling over more than once as she led me into quarters. For me about the only benefit of the heels was they caused so much pain that my cock stopped fighting against the chastity, and I was free for a little while from having the end of my cock trying to turn the mesh end of the tube into an egg slicer! I had taken to Brenda from the moment we met. Normally when I'm meet someone new I take a while to relax with them, but not with Brenda, there was something about her that I found very attractive, and the longer I spent in her company the greater my attraction got. Grinning she said, "Sit down Angie sweetheart, and I'll make you beautiful like me." "So how did you meet Lady Heather Angie?" Brenda asked. Starting with how first I saw 'Lady Heather' when I was a teen and then about my paper round. Giggling about how she thought I was a girl and gave me a pair of earrings for Christmas as Brenda played with my hair, and held various pots against my face I had pretty much told her everything by the time she had finished my hair and makeup. When Heather started to show me how to do my make up the previous weekend, she did it fairly discretely in a similar way to how she did her own, Brenda however was clearly intent on giving me the same sort of heavily made up 'beauticians face' she wore. "Cute!" she gushed looking at my reflection in the mirror. "You're so easy to make look hot Angie!" Opening her wardrobe she started to flick rapidly through the contents until she said cheerfully, "Oh yeah baby, this one will look super hot on you sweetie," and pulled out a full skirted black satin maids uniform. Grinning she added, "It might be a bit tight on the waist, but I can fix that." To my eyes the waist looked miles smaller than mine but once Brenda had tightly laced me into a waist clincher, she made me fit it. "Boobs!" She giggled. "You'll need something up top to fill the dress properly," and switched my training bra for a much larger padded bra than the one I wore for Heather. Nodding to herself as she clipped it shut behind my back she said giving my bum a pinch, "Oh my Angie you're going to look super dooper hot!" The uniform had a full skirt and to hang correctly on me the dress needed an equally full underskirt, which rapidly went round my clinched in waist. "Step in honey," Brenda said clearly enjoying her self. I did as she asked and as she zipped me into the dress, I gasped in amazement. It fitted me almost perfectly, and once she had tied a little apron round my waist I looked like a fantasy maid from a bad movie! "Told you you'd look sexy baby!" Brenda giggled looking at my agog expression in the mirror. Giggling with delight she pushed me back into the seat before her mirror so she could fix my hair in style that let her arrange the lacy head dress, which completed the uniform, into place. Nodding to herself, she quickly anointed me with a couple of drops of body shop perfume, before she left me looking in the mirror stunned by how I looked. "Like it Angie?" Brenda asked as she changed her smock for a utilitarian pink and white checked dress. "I do, it really suits you!" Slipping a heavy duty matching tabard and kitchen workers cap cum hairnet over her hair she added, "And I hope Mistress will be impressed. Up you get honey we better get on with dinner or she'll be getting angry with us wasting time." Wobbling to my feet I pulled my eyes from my reflection, and looked at her and saw that she was wearing on an outfit almost identical to the canteen workers at the university. Seeing my look Brenda said happily, "Mistress believes in the correct uniform for the task!" Chuckling to herself she took my hand and led me back to the kitchen saying, "Come on baby, we have work to do." As I stood, I felt my cock say hello as I shivered with delight over how the satin uniform rustled, and swished on my nylon covered legs as she led me out of her room. Pushing against the chastity was very painful but I almost forgot that and the pain of heels because at that moment I felt like I was on cloud nine. That feeling did not last and before we reached the kitchen, because by then the pain from my heels eliminated any pleasure I felt from my dress. Brenda, kept hold of my hand, and gave it a squeeze saying, "They will get easier to handle Angie, you'll see," as she walked me back into the kitchen. Once we were back in the kitchen Brenda for all her ditzy manner was all business. Pointing me to the dinning room she said, "Can you go and lay Mistress's place setting Angie? She's having a soup, main and sweet tonight." Brenda gave me a wide eyed smile as she added, "Normally midweek she has a light dinner but after Lady Heather told her how good you are at service, I'll bet she changed her mind to see just how good you are. Mistress likes a properly a folded linen napkin, over a crisp white table cloth, and a nicely presented table. If you hear a bell, she wants service and as you are in uniform, she will be expecting you. You'll find her in her in the study, which is second door on the right along the hall." I had worked in a restaurant before I moved to the cafe so I knew how to fold a napkin, and lay a formal table. Although I was struggling with my shoes I had just about managed to find my balance on the heels, but walking in them was turning into an exercise of pain management and concentration. Standing table at a formal meal was painful enough on the feet in flat male dress shoes, so god only knew how painful it was going to be in these monstrosities! Even more worrying was how careful I was going to have to be bringing her food in, because I knew if I let my concentration slip for even a second while serving her there was a good chance that I would spill Mistress Kate's dinner, which was a frightening idea! I was just considering if flowers, or a candles would be best for the table when I heard Mistress Kate ring a bell. Mumbling, "Oh shit," to myself I took a deep breath and walked to the door Brenda pointed out, and knocked. "Enter," Mistress Kate said, smiling with amusement as I somewhat off balance bobbed my knees and said. "You called Mistress?" "Yes Angela." She looked me over and said, "Let me look at you... Yes very nice, black and whites suit you, but you walk like a bloody docker, and cannot even offer a smooth curtsy, try harder girl or I will help you!" "Yes Mistress," I said wondering if my blush could be seen through the plaster cast of makeup I felt was covering my face. "I'm sorry not used to heels this high Mistress." "I don't want bloody excuses you silly bitch, I want to see an improvement, and you will be improved before your mistress returns! Now I'll have a glass of wine, Brenda will show you what I like, and don't be all bloody night about it!" With a toss of her hand she waved me away. I elected to bob my knees again as I said, "Yes Mistress," and tried to walk as smoothly as I could away, embarrassed about being treated like I was stupid, but also loving how her manner and the uniform reminded me of my place, which unfortunately set my cock off again... Brenda obviously knew Mistress Kate's routine because she had a chilled glass of wine waiting on a sliver tray and handed it to me. Trying not to wobble I made my way back to the door. As I knocked I could hear a phone ring inside and Mistress Kate obviously answered it before she called, "Enter." Looking up from the phone as I came in with another wobbling bob of the knees she said covering the mouthpiece, "Put it beside me on the desk girl," before speaking into the phone and saying, "Yes, she's here now Heather, and looking quite pretty in one of Brenda's old satin black and white numbers. On first glance I suppose she looks adequate, but when she moves it like watching a bloody docker and she has about as much feminine grace as a sack of potatoes." Mistress Kate looked at me and clicked her fingers pointing to in front of her desk, telling me to wait there. "Oh yes, well I can definitely do something with her looks and if she is not completely stupid make some improvements in her deportment during the few days I have her." Heather was obviously speaking because Mistress Kate went quiet for a long few minutes before saying, "I was thinking a c or perhaps even a d, and her hair has Brenda's fingers itching, although I'll probably have to tell her firmly to do what you want rather than the turning your girl into a clone of herself. Personally I would have gone for something more in line with Brenda's high maintenance look but she's your property." She paused for a moment. "Really, well of course, I can arranged with Jean to be ready when you get here." Listening to half a conversation, and not knowing what they were talking about even though it concerned me, was both frustrating and clear demonstrated just how little control I would have over my life from now on. Mistress Kate listened to Heather for a few minutes more occasionally chuckling, and then said, "No, not a peep of complaint when I told her I had changed plans, do you wish to speak to her, no... Fine I'll dismiss her then?" Holding her hand over the mouthpiece again she said, "That will be all girl, off you go, and tell Brenda to put you in a bar hobble." As I had yet to experience Mistress Kate's method of 'reinforcing a lesson' if I had know what the message meant I might have been tempted not tell Brenda, because next time the bell rang not only was I coping with my new heels but my knees had been cuffed together with a short bar. This forced me to walk in similar sort of gait to how a runway model walks, swinging one foot in front of the other in a line rather than side by side like a normal person. The next time Mistress Kate rang my training really began and it was hard. Starting with how to walk and curtsey correctly in heels, Mistress Kate would demonstrate and make me copy her actions before making me repeat the exercise. I spent the next fifteen or twenty minutes before dinner walking up and down in front of her desk, curtsying at each turn as she slapped a short riding crop on the desk calling, "Heel and toe, heel and toe, and gracefully hold your skirts, and lower you knees, again!" Or, "Walk swaying from your hips girl," and "Keep them bloody shoulders still, you are walking not stripping!" Occasionally if she thought I was not doing it to the best of my ability she would whack my backside with a shot crop, shouting, "Get that head up girl, look where you are going, not at your bloody feet, you know where they are, again!" After fifteen or twenty minutes of this I was quivering wreck and close to collapse when she finally said, "Towards the end there you were getting it. Now go and tell Brenda I expect dinner to be served in 10 minutes, then take station at the dining table, and if your walk regresses," she again cropped my skirt covered back side, "I will continue reminding you!" Brenda gave me kind smile when I almost staggered back in, and said with a giggle, "It's for your own good Angie and once you get it, you'll find it becomes very natural or at least it did for me. Did Mistress say when she wants dinner served?" I nodded. "Ten minutes." "Great, I've timed it right," she said with a smile. "You best give the dining room a last check and wait for her to join you, oh and do try to relax, just do what she wants and you'll get it in no time." Through out dinner Mistress Kate 'reminded' me to walk correctly regularly because I must have been whacked by that short riding crop at least a dozen times as I served, or cleared the courses. If I was not walking, or handling her plates I was stood where she could see me in 'ready to serve position,' which consisted of me standing still with my legs as close together as the bar would allow, with my hands clasped lightly in front of my apron and my eyes submissively lowered. It probably took her about an hour to eat dinner and it was not until Mistress was having a post dinner brandy and a cigarette in the lounge that I eventually got something to eat. The relief I felt, even with my stinging bottom, when I was able to sit down for just five minutes and eat my dinner was amazing, but all to soon it was over and Mistress Kate was again ringing her bell beginning another round of 'improving' my feminine grace. She kept at it for at least another hour, and my only escape from her hypercritical gaze, and her painful little crop was when she sent me for a fresh coffee pot. I was just about at the end of my endurance when I heard a clock in the house striking ten pm, triggering her to finally said, "Right then Angela I think that is enough for tonight, go find that small brained but big titted maid of mine, and tell her to come in here. I will give her instructions for the morning and then you may both go to bed, and no messing about I want you in bed with the lights out by eleven o'clock or you'll both feel my crop!" My legs were shaking with effort but I still made sure to walk correctly, even though my feet and backside were throbbing. Brenda was comfortably sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea and a magazine. Looking up she said, "Has Mistress dismissed you?" "I think so, she wants you now," I said feeling my legs almost collapsing under me as I slowly sunk onto a chair needing to sit down even though my bum was throbbing from her last 'reinforcement' when fatigue started to make me clumsy. Brenda was not away long and when she came back into the kitchen she was wearing a locked collar, and held my bag of 'girl' clothes, and toiletry's from my rucksack. More worryingly Mistress was behind her, which made me jump to my feet and curtsey as she had taught me. "Come here Angela," she said, in her hand she held another collar, which quickly was locked round my neck as she said. "Remove your dresses girls." Once we were down to our underwear and holding our dresses Mistress Kate locked the collars together with about 18 inches of chain between us. Smiling she nodded, "Perfect," and finally released the padlocks on my heels and knee hobble. Chuckling Mistress Kate rattled the length of chain between Brenda's collar and mine saying. "When farmer is training a sheep dog pup they start them off by chaining them to an experienced dog, as you will find this also works with humans!" She laughed. "And slaves! Right I want you two showered and in bed with in the next hour," spinning on her heel she walked out. The overt symbolism of the collars and the chains, again triggered my cock to take notice for the first time since Mistress began really 'instructing me' and started another futile battle with my chastity. Having been free of it for a while, the sudden pain in my groin rather than my heels bent me over like pretzel, which made Brenda giggle. "You'll get used to that as well Angie," she chortled, "eventually." Giving me a silly grin and a quick kiss, which made my cock fight all the harder she pulled on the chain and said, "Mistress is making sure you can't run away Angie, so come on sweetie lets go to bed." Chained to Brenda I did not have any choice and as I followed her back to her room with out any serious heel wobbles. Fastened together like we were, we had little choice but to undress each other, which resulted in another pain filled five minutes. The sudden hits of pain from my cock got even worse for a while, as I undressed Brenda and got a gender twisting shock as I slipped her panties down. With her large full breasts, and hyper feminine figure I thought she was a girl until I discovered that she too had a cock, but where my chastity was a cheap looking plastic thing, Brenda's cock was inside a very secure looking metal device. Brenda giggled at my gasp of surprise and said, "Lady Heather has ordered you one just like mine Angie." Helping me back to my feet she gave me another lingering kiss, which made cock situation even worse! I was attracted to Brenda, and she was another boy. I knew it and yet I could not quite accept that she could ever have been a boy. She looked like a girl, smelled like a girl and had breasts like a girl, and yet she also had a metal encased cock between her legs, which really blew my mind. The weird thing was, even as we washed each other crammed into her tiny shower cubical where I could see and feel she was technically male, but I was still very attracted to her, and my brain struggled to process that truth. As my mind tried to balance the conflict between my attraction and her birth gender, I felt a shiver of mixed emotions when all of a sudden I asked if I was looking at myself in a few years as I washed Brenda's feminised body? My confusion about her gender was abruptly pushed to one side when I saw she had been tattooed. There indelibly inked into her left buttock was tattooed scroll saying 'Brenda, 1990. Property of Mistress Kate.' "Pretty isn't it," Brenda as I traced it with my finger. "It tells everyone that I am Mistress Kate's personal property, rather than one of her play slaves." I was gobsmacked and in pain again from my cock! "If you're lucky Lady Heather will give you one too Angie." She giggled, giving me a very sensual kiss as she washed the shower gel off my skin. In truth being collared to her actually made it all kind of fun, and by the time we were both dried and anointed with all kinds of creams and lotions, her birth gender and even her cock somehow seemed unimportant as we kissed and cuddled in her bed wearing matching nightdresses. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask her, but having been up since before 5am, the moment I got comfortable I went out like a light only vaguely aware of Brenda spooning close behind me. Getting up when the alarm went off at 6am, was an exercise in confusion, because chained together we had to co-ordinate our movements, and that was easier said than done. Since I was going to college in 'boy drag' I escaped Brenda make up brushes for the morning at least, but she did cover my face with a thick white paste that tingled on my skin until it was absorbed. "Will you brush my hair out Angie babe while I'm fixing my face," Brenda asked holding up a brush as she slipped in front of her make up mirror. As I was attached to her, I had to stand behind her anyway, so I took the brush and started brushing the sleep from her hair. Getting dressed was a giggle, Brenda decided matching panties was the order of the day, and I was wearing a similar style under my and dark shimmering tights, to her elaborate finery, which consisted of a half cup bra, panties, a very sexy suspender belt that went almost to the bottom of her rib cage and a short matching under-slip. "Zip me in will you?" Brenda asked as she stepped into a back fastening white beauticians dress, and slipped her feet into a pair of tall white high heels. Looking at her reflection when she was dressed she said, "I'll do," and handed me a pink robe and the matching wedge heel slippers from the clothes Heather sent with me. Checking the clock Brenda said, "Ops! Just look at the time we better get a sexy wiggle on or we'll be late with her morning cup of tea at 7.30, and what ever you do Angie remember to walk like she taught you last night or she'll have you over her knee in a flash!" We were making breakfast when Mistress Kate walked in at 7.15, and promptly released the chain between our collars, saying, "Angie, go and get changed into those ridiculous clothes I have dumped on the floor in the hall and then come back in here." I did as she told me with curtsey which brought a flicker of a smile to her lips as I said, "Yes Mistress," and walked out making sure I kept my legs together, and heel, toe swished my way into the hall. Mistress Kate and Brenda clearly followed the same diet ideas as Heather, and I was allowed a small bowl of cornflakes and a slice of toast with two cups of tea. "Brenda wash up," Mistress Kate said before turning to me and saying, "Right then Angela, as soon as you are done at the university, you are to phone me and then catch the next train to Southport. On arrival you will see in the little plaza that leads to the entrance of the station a shop called 'Tee's & Things.' If you have no further old life entanglements, you will go in and Dee the owner, who is a friend of mine, will be expecting you." I nodded blushing. "Dee will let you use their changing room to exchange your clothes for the items I have given to him. Once you have changed, you will hand him what you are wearing now to be disposed of, and then you will leave the station and turn left. Just follow the road until you reach Eastbank Street at the end and turn left again. If you follow Eastbank Street, eventually you will Katie's Spa and Salon on the other side of the railway bridge just over the roundabout. You will go in and tell who ever is on the desk your name is Angie and you have an appointment with Brenda. As you are sharing a bed like pair of sex starved lesbian's I want some nice tongue action and affection between you two girlfriends when you meet in reception." Brenda's looked round from the sink with her eyes lighting up when Mistress Kate said that. "Assuming you no longer have any issues from your pre-contract life hanging over you Angela, Brenda will begin your long term makeover into look that Lady Heather has dictated for you. Do you understand Angela or are you so stupid that I need to repeat myself?" "No Mistress, I understand." "However if you still have university issues to attend to, then you will return but come straight to the salon, and introduce yourself as Brenda's boyfriend, do you understand that?" "Yes Mistress." "Good, then as soon as dizzy tits over there is done washing up we can be off." Mistress Kate shook her head and said, "The bigger her tits got the more her brain shrank!" With me crammed in the back seat of Brenda's golf, she drove us into Southport and dropped me at the station, but not before Mistress Kate told us to share a lingering goodbye kiss commenting as we kissed. "With all the giggling and kissing you two were doing last night, you might as well behave like lesbian she-males in public as well as private!" Walking into the station after I bought my train ticket it occurred to me that this might be my last chance so I got myself a large bacon roll and a coffee before I walked on to the platform. My tutor was very understanding, and agreed that temperamentally I would probably be better off transferring to an arts degree. I was chatting with him for about forty minutes before he shook my hand and said, "Well good luck, Andy and I'll see you when you've sorted yourself out." I had a half hour before I was due to see the literature tutor so I availed myself of another bacon roll while I could from the college canteen. My meeting went well, and they said, I'd be welcome on the course, and offered to hold me a place for up to three years after I mentioned on the spur of the moment that I was thinking about going travelling for a couple of years, which was better than I could have hoped. By midday I had called Mistress Kate and told her I had finished at the university and was back on the train wondering just what the afternoon would entail. I was feeling a strange fizz of excitement and not a little apprehension, because I had a funny feeling that by the time Brenda got through with me I would not be able to look like Andy any more which set my cock off again, with predictably painful results. I'll admit I was shitting myself when I walked into 'Tee's & Things.' The owner was a very gay looking guy who said, "Are you Angie darling?" I nodded and said feeling very embarrassed, "Yes." "I'm Denis but everyone calls me Dee." He handed me a garment bag. "Here you go, Katie says you need somewhere to change? Well my changing room is just over there, help yourself honey." I felt my stomach drop when I saw the contents, a black shortish skirt suit, a padded bra that matched my panties and explained why I had not been give one this morning, a baby blue blouse and a pair three inch heel black court shoes that ankle strap aside were almost identical to the pair Heather got me. Included was a small handbag for my wallet, an Alice band for my hair, a pair of fashionable sun glasses and a lipstick. I really did not want to do it, but I knew if I did not then Mistress Kate would probably go ballistic on my arse with her crop, and being honest I was more afraid of her than I was of public humiliation. "Hey, don't you look cute Angie!" Dee said giving me a big smile when I walked out of the changing room burning with shame. "Here let me take that sweetie." He took my clothes and said, "Katie told me to toss these, is that right?" I blushingly nodded. "Okay, do you know where you are going?" I managed to say, "I think so." "Okay babes, give Katie a big kiss from me, and I'm sure we'll bump into each other at one of her little soir?e's in the future." He giggled and added, "It's best not to keep Katie waiting hun, off you go," and all but pushed me into the bustling crowded station plaza with a patronising pat on my arse! I was completely terrified, I felt sure people were about to burst out laughing at me. The skirt came to my mid thighs and was tight enough to remind me to walk 'properly' to Mistress Kate's Spa and Salon. The thing was and although I did not comprehend it at the time, no one was actually laughing at me. I'm sure quite a few people realised I was a boy in girls clothes, but seemingly they just ignored me. That said I was so tied up in my own little world of embarrassment that I did not notice if anyone actually did, and if you had asked me when I got there what I saw or the shops I past I could not have told you. Having made the journey a good few times since I know it probably took me no more than fifteen minutes to walk from the station to Mistress Kate's salon. When I got there I felt a wave of relief, because I was more afraid of being in public dressed like I was than what the afternoon had in store for me. The reception area was very femininely decorated, and smelt of fresh flowers and that hairdressers smell. Directly in front of me was a reception desk with a girl sat behind it doing her nails. She had that same over made up look Brenda liked, and I felt sure she must have been able to hear my heart thumping away in my chest when I walked in the sound of door bell chiming, which made the receptionist looked up from her nails and said, "Hello, welcome to Katie's, have you got an appointment?" Not knowing what else to say I said, "Yes, it's with Brenda." "What name is Miss?" the receptionist asked playing with her nail file. "Angie, Angela," I said with a blush. "Oh yes, there you are Angela Lane. You're a little early Angie but I think she'll be finished with her client about in twenty minutes or so." I was a little confused about my name until it occurred to me that Mistress Kate probably did not know my surname and used Heather's instead. "Have a seat sweetie," the receptionist said. "Can I get you a tea or a coffee while you wait? Now don't be afraid honey, Brenda does all our new girl makeovers." "Could I have a coffee please?" I managed to stutter. "How do you like it Angie?" she said getting up from the desk. "Milk and sugar?" I nodded. "Yes thanks," feeling very embarrassed to be sat in this temple to female beauty. More to avoid conversation than anything else I picked up one of the fashion magazines in the reception and started to flip through its pages. "Oh, that would suit you," the receptionist said, noticing a photograph of Gillian Anderson from the X-Files on the page I was looking at as she handed me my coffee. "That long fringed style would really fit your face Angie." Thankfully the telephone rang and she went to answer it saying, "Hello Katie's Salon and Spa?" Leaving me to sit feeling a mixture of high anxiety and embarrassed excitement as I wondered what Brenda was going to do to me. After about twenty five minutes Brenda burst in like a mini blond tornado crying, "Angie!" Grinning she said, "Oh I love your suit," as she pulled me into a very down and dirty embrace and kiss, which had the receptionist saying in a tone dripping with innuendo. "I can see you two have more that a client and therapist relationship, but lets keep it in the bedroom girls, not that mind the show but you know what the boss is like Brenda?" "Lucille hush! I'm just excited to at last be giving my super girlfriend the treatment!" Brenda said, guiding me towards the doorway marked salon treatments. "It's going to be so special showing Angie just what a smasher she can be!" Whispering as she guided me into the hall, "Mistress will be watching sweetheart, excited and happy is the order of the day while you're here or we'll both feel her crop." She giggled and gave my hand a squeeze, "And anyway this is going to be so much fun!" Hand in hand she led me into a treatment room and said, "Can you slip out of your clothes Angie." She gave me an apologetic look and nodded at a camera mounted on the wall. "Mistress wants to watch so you can't slip behind the screen. Once you're naked hop onto the treatment table, I'll start by waxing you." Thank god I had got most of my body hair off only a few days earlier, but what little hair I had left on my body soon came off accompanied by many yelps of pain as she ripped the strips of wax off my skin. As she worked Brenda teased me with occasional kisses and enough innuendo to have my cock almost permanently in pain. Once my body was completely hairless, she moved onto my eyebrows, and plucked them into what I later saw were narrow arches. At first was a bit painful, but unlike my chastised cock, it was weirdly a nice pain. Giggling as she gave me another kiss, Brenda said, "Mistress told me to give you the works this afternoon, and works I am giving you, and next is an aroma therapy massage followed by a facial." God it felt amazing, and under her hands I felt myself completely relax, and for the first time since I left Heather's completely at ease. "Hold still," Brenda said when I was feeling very relaxed and at ease. "This might feel a little uncomfortable but you'll love the results later," and promptly started injecting my upper and lower lips with a narrow needled syringes. She must have used about half dozen of them and I could almost feel my lips swelling a little more each time. "Perfect," she said grinning at me, as she slipped a warm cloth on my face and said, "Now just lie back and relax for a while, and I'll be back in about ten minutes to carry on." She gave my cheek a kiss and cheekily tickled my balls, which made me yelp in pain to the sound of her giggling. "Sorry babes I could not resist it." As she left she dimmed the lights and put on some new age wind and waves music, which with the lavender scent from an aroma therapy candle added to the calm and relaxed atmosphere. Feeling like I had been completely pampered, I relaxed and started dozing on the comfortable bench. When I woke up Brenda was back, and my chest felt very different, and it was because while I was still asleep she had matched a pair of mastectomy prostheses to my skin tone and was in the process of smoothing the feathered edges onto my chest. Seeing I had come round she gave me a gentle kiss, and said, "You looked so cute dozing like that I did not want to wake you as I fitted you boobies." "Wha... What?" I said still half asleep as I tried to sit up, but Brenda pushed me back and said, "Stay still for five minutes Angie, otherwise you'll have a droopy tit and you don't want that!" "What the?" I said holding my hands to my chest and felt a pair of breasts. I knew they were false but under my hands they felt almost realistic. "They are the same as I had before I got mine done," Brenda said happily. "And they really suit you." Dressed in a Katie's robe, Brenda took me down to the salon, and after wetting my hair she started cutting, while another girl went to work on my toenails. By the time Brenda, had finished cutting my hair, the girl had given me ten glossy red toenails, and before I knew it I was having my hair sensually washed with first shampoo and then a very pungent cream. After covering my head she set a timer and handed me back to the girl doing my nails who promptly gave me matching glossy red finger nails that projected perhaps half a centimetre past my finger tips and made life a little awkward until I worked out how to use my fingers with longer nails. "Oh they are just perfect!" Brenda declared tipping me back over the sink to wash my hair again as the nail technician pushed her cart over to her next client. It was at least another two hours before, I finally redressed in my skirt suit, and when I did I looked completely different. My hair was now auburn, and styled in to the sort of long fringed bob that many newsreaders wore. Before I dressed though Brenda had another item of feminine torture for me when she said, "Mistress wants to improve your posture Angie," and laced me into a corset. It ran from just bellow my bra to the base of my back, forcing me to stand up straight, while forcing my body into a feminine shape. When I looked at myself after Brenda was done and I was again wearing my skirt and blouse over the corset and bra I realised that other than our hairstyles and colour, I could have been clone of the receptionist. Like her I had an over made up face, long glossy nails and was wearing neat short skirted suit, that was as much about dressing for display as business-wear, and I both loved and oddly hated how I looked. "Oh my, just look at the time," Brenda said as I slipped my suit jacket back on feeling my new boobs wobbling in the bra that almost contained them. "Mistress will be delighted because you look super fabby!" "Not bad," was Mistress Kate's appraisal when she saw me. "The breasts are just a little oversized for her frame, which is perfectly in keeping with what Lady Heather required, and the hair colour is is excellent." She let out half a chuckle. "A definite improvement on her former image, you have done well Brenda." "Thank you Mistress," Brenda said, beaming. "I have perhaps an hour and a half of paperwork to complete, Brenda take your girlfriend and walk round to Morrisons, and do the weekly shop. You may have a coffee in the cafe after you are done and I will pick you up once I am finished here. I would like a crisp salad, with fresh roast chicken for dinner and a summer fruit meringue, you can go now." When Brenda first led me back on to the busy streets, I was even more terrified than when I walked from Tee's & Things. I was embarrassed, I knew I was dressed and made up for display. My skirt suit was technically professional workwear but its cut and the shorter tight skirt it was clearly designed more show the wearer off than as practical workwear. Walking beside Brenda, who in effect flaunted her femininity meant I had nowhere to hide, and I simply had to get used to being in public. In one respect being tightly laced into a corset, and heels with a tight skirt, combined with the heavy false breasts fixed to my chest did make things a little easier, as my outfit meant I was forced to adopt the head up, shoulders back, hip swivelling, heel to toe feminine gait that Mistress had been imposing me. At first being outside with Brenda it was hard because I was shitting myself, sure that someone was going to shout 'drag queen' or 'tranny' at me but after we had walked round the busy streets for a while, my anxiety faded little. Chattering animatedly about how much fun doing my 'makeover' was Brenda took her time walking to the supermarket allowing me to get used to being in public before she led me hand in hand to do the shopping. "I'm you act like a girl Angie," Brenda told me as we walked through the early evening crowds towards the supermarket. "Then people will see you as a girl. Most people judge gender on the first glance and if you pass that initial look, then chances are they will always consider you a girl. Trust me honey, if you act like a boy in a skirt, then you'll stand out like you have a sign on your head saying, look at me I am a boy in a skirt." She gave my hand a squeeze. "Looking like you do now, how you are dressed, your hairstyle and makeup, all anyone can see by looking at you says you are a girl." She giggled self deprecatingly as she continued. "Not that looking like a girl was ever going to be a problem for you Angie, mother nature dealt you a brilliant hand, because you were very androgynous looking before Lady Heather imposed femininity on to you. Honestly babes the only way someone is likely to read your birth gender is if you tell them by showing a masculine behavioural trait, and even then if you hold your head up high and look confident there is a fair chance they'll just ignore it." I struck by the contrast between her airheaded look and behaviour, and her incisive reading of my mental state. Brenda might have looked and acted like she could not rattle two brain cells together but behind that image was actually a very sharp mind. That I was doing something I had always dreamed of doing, did not make it any easier to actually be in public looking like I did, and it took me most of the walk to the supermarket to accept that what Brenda was saying was true. Even when I did start to consciously accept that she was right about how I was 'passing' as the person I appeared, I still could not shake the fear that I was not. Brenda kept up a happy stream of 'girlie-girl' chatter the whole time, but every so often and usually just at the right moment she would drop one of her incredibly astute comments or observations. Her certainty about how well she had prepared me before we left was very encouraging, and having her reassuring presence as she guided me to the supermarket, and then round the isles gave me the confidence to walk beside her with out freaking out. It took a while but by the time Mistress Kate, found us in the supermarket cafe I did understand that passing in public was as much about appearing confident in my skin as anything else, which thinking about it now was probably the reason why she made Brenda take me with her in the first place. Returning to her home Mistress Kate was straight on my case. "Right Angela, I want you back in uniform with a tea tray in my study in twenty minutes. Brenda I want her in her training heels and hobble, and I think since I have given you both rather a lot of leeway today." She stood there musing for a moment, and picked up the collars we wore last night from the table. "I'll have you both collared for the start as a reminder of your place." I got the feeling that Brenda did not like being collared, but I kind of liked the symbolism of having one locked round my neck, but I did not ask and she did not say. Other than Brenda's kitchen outfit being blue instead of pink Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, with Brenda in the kitchen while I served dinner, while being 'instructed' by Mistress Kate in appropriate mannerisms aided by her crop. As well, as walking, sitting and curtsying, Mistress Kate, worked on my gestures, speech pattern's and making sure I was aware of my personal appearance at all times. Even something as minor as a lose lock of hair from my maids cap, or my lips losing a little of their colour was picked up on, and highlighted with her crop, which again regularly kissed my skirt covered bottom. Her attention to detail was microscopic and there was no escape from her incredibly sharp eyes. Aided by Mistress Kate's willingness to 'warm' my backside I was learning very quickly to do what she said, or suffer an immediate reminder to do it properly. Even when she dismissed me being chained, but thankfully not locked to Brenda this time, who was under orders to report any deviation from Mistress Kate's teaching meant I almost as strictly controlled when she could not see me. Even going to bed was a complex routine, as Mistress dictated to Brenda that I had to follow a strict beauty regime, and it was million miles away from the simple procedure Mistress Heather had shown me. Wednesday began the same way as Tuesday, only this time Brenda laced me into my corset and did not let me escape her fetish for makeup. Like most frustrated boys who wished they were girls, I had always been fascinated by makeup and I kind of enjoyed trying to follow Brenda's instructions as she got me to apply my concealer, foundation and blush. After Mistress Kate had judged my effort Brenda finished my face and did my eyes, and lips. Lips that thanks to her injections had swollen from narrow boyish lips, to full feminine lips that seemed to advertise 'cocksucker' after Brenda painted them a glossy red. Mistress Kate had been not impressed by my makeup attempt when I served her morning pot of tea in her bedroom. As she criticised my face I half expected to feel her crop, but for once she did not 'warm' my backside, and instead almost congratulated me when she said she had seen worse, before warning me that I had better show some improvement the following morning. "Off you go, get Brenda to finish your face, then send her to me. You will be providing breakfast service and I expect you full uniform." Brenda clearly expected Mistress's demand as she had my uniform dress ready and quickly helped me into it, secured my heels and hobble, before fixing my make up in same overly made up style she wore. Telling me to lay Mistress a breakfast table she dashed off to dress Mistress Kate. Wearing my maids uniform, hobbled and locked into my training heels, by the time Mistress table was laid Brenda was already fixing her breakfast. Thankfully we had everything ready by the time she walked in, saying. "I'll take coffee, and grapefruit juice this morning." Curtseying, "Yes Mistress," I swished over to the table and poured her coffee with out being 'reminded' about my walking or manner. After wearing my training heels for about twelve hours cumulatively I was moving in them almost with out thought, other than the fact that they were still hellishly painful. Setting her crop where I could see it on the table I was aware the whole time that she was watching me like a hawk as I waited table. After she ate, Mistress Kate said, "I'll get Brenda to give you a formal lesson in make up application this afternoon, and I'm expecting to see a great improvement tomorrow on what I saw this morning." As she stood, she said, "You may clear the table now, and tell Brenda to report to my study." Brenda was wearing a kitchen apron over her work uniform, and immediately went to attend Mistress. By the time I had cleaned the dining room, and Brenda was washing up. Giving me a grin she said drying her hands before she released my knees, "Mistress is taking you to work, go and change into your suit." The only difference between what I wore the previous day was a white blouse. Mistress made me take my comfortable in comparison to my training heels black shoes to the salon, but I did not get to wear them until the afternoon because although I was free from the hobble, she did not free me from the much higher training heels. My presence at the salon was explained by Mistress telling anyone who asked I was advising her on computerising the appointments system and explaining how computerising would streamline the business. Oddly between walking, sitting gracefully and curtsying practice, that's just what I did. "Since you're here and basically useless I might as well as get some work out of you, now explain what these words mean, and in English that a normal person can understand?" As I swished my way back on forth before her desk I had to explain the vocabulary of modern desktop computing. I later realised that by distracting my mind from my physical actions Mistress was actually 'programming' my muscle memory, until I was walking in the manner she wished with out thinking about it. When Heather called mid-morning I could not overhear, because Mistress Kate sent me to fetch a tray of coffee just as the phone rang. She was still on the phone when I served her coffee, and covering the mouthpiece, she said. "Go and cover Lucille on reception for her morning tea break, and tell her to set the answer phone." "Yes Mistress," I answered with a blush knowing anyone who walked past would be able to see me through the windows. Mistress Kate clearly read my expression and added patronisingly. "With the answerphone on even someone as simple minded as you can as you can sit at a desk and look pretty Angela." And dismissed me with a wave. As the salon was fully booked Lucille told me not to expect any clients, and all I had to do was just sit there looking professional in case anyone called in for information on treatments the spa and salon offered, or to make an appointment. For treatment inquiry's I was to hand out a spa leaflet, and if it was a booking I was to write down their name, number, and treatment in a vacant time slot in the bookings book on the date they required before saying, "If there are any problems Angie I'll phone them back after my tea break." Mistress Kate kept me in her office for most of the morning to continue my training, and computer system explanation's. This went on until around midday, when she called Brenda to take me shopping. "I want three outfits, one tastefully slutty, one summer casual, and one business, and I expect Angela to try them in the shop, you have up to three hours," and dismissed us. Thankfully I was allowed to exchange my training heels for the 3 inch court shoes, which to my amazement now felt really comfortable. As with the previous days I had been plagued with continual and very painful attempts at erection, but contained the chastity my cock had nowhere to expand, and I just has to suffer until it subsided. On more than one occasion if I could have chopped the bloody thing off to escape the pain I would have! Other than reminders about how much what we were doing was turning me on, shopping for clothes was actually sort of fun. Now in the past I had always shopped like a typical bloke, gone into a shop bought the first pair of jeans or shirt I saw that fitted and went home. Now I had to try styles. Make selections based on if the colour matched my skin tone, shape and hair, then find shoes and accessories to finish the look. As Brenda's led me round numerous stores she explained to me how I could no longer just consider one item as a single element, and how I should always shop keeping in mind what I was trying to say when I wore the outfit. It was a completely different way of thinking in comparison to the way I had viewed clothes shopping in the past. Finding something casual was really straight forwards, because I saw a lovely blue summer dress and a pair of strappy heels, almost as soon as we started looking. I don't know who was more surprised me or Brenda, when she pretty much approved both my choices. When it came to a business look, I was tempted more towards another skirt suit, and I really liked a deep purple one I saw in a fancy department store. However after trying on a neat looking fitted navy dress and matching jacket in C&A, which Brenda thought would suit me I ended up agreeing with her. I also followed her advice when it came to shoes for the business look, and let her convince me to go with a pair of four inch stiletto heels that were similar to my training heels. The string of imitation pearls, matching earrings and business like navy handbag that completed the outfit however were all my choices. "Now for the fun one," Brenda said. "Slutty, any suggestions?" "Something with a leather miniskirt," I said, "for starters." "Good choice, now are we talking closer to street walker slutty, or something more like rock chick slutty?" "Rock chick," I said, "somehow I can't see me pulling off the streetwalker look." "Well not yet anyway babes!" Brenda laughed. "You need to be able to show some cleavage for that, but I think you could pull off rock chick, and I know just the place." I spotted a tight top with 'All this and brains,' written on the chest and said, holding it against my body with a short leather miniskirt in my other hand, "What do you think Bren, teemed with a decorated belt?" "Nice skirt, but the top won't work, you need more coverage." She flipped through a rail and said pulling a sparkling red sleeveless high neck top from it, "But this might. Try both and see?" Brenda was right about the top I selected, but the high necked top worked, as it covered my corset, and was cut in a way that it hid the edges of my false boobs. Giggling when I came out of the changing room, Brenda said. "Now that looks hot, Angie," as I looked at myself in the long mirrors next to the changing rooms. "Still think it needs a belt," I said looking at my reflection. "And may be a jacket?" "I'd skip the jacket, and get a pair of boots instead. In fact I think I saw a pair of spike heel knee boots in the window of that shoe shop on Church Street which might really suit that skirt and top." Brenda laughed lightly adding, "If you like it you should get that top and skirt, and we'll find a belt and a clutch bag on the market and then go looking at boots." We were gone just a little over two hours and thankfully Mistress Kate approved of my outfit choices after I displayed them to her by parading fashion model like in front of her desk. Of the three, probably my favourite was the short leather mini, top and boots outfit. Brenda did admit that she pushed me to the dress based businesswoman's suit, but said my selection was equally good, before she added that the summer dress and rock chick choices were all my own. "It would appear you have something of an eye for an outfit Angela," Mistress Kate said. "However, seeing the potential of an outfit is not enough, you need to be able to make your hair and make up complement what you want to wear, and on this mornings demonstration serious improvement in those areas is required." "Yes Mistress," I said still wearing my rock chick outfit after my impromptu fashion show. "Brenda will now give you a lesson, you will listen repeat and learn, if you do not I will make you learn, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," I said blushing, almost sure I would be feeling her crop because I knew even if Brenda had been the Einstein of teachers I was not come up to her exacting standards after one lesson. As I said, I have always been fascinated by makeup so having a lesson on how to use it was actually the one learning experiences I had while I was with Mistress Kate that I did not have to be 'encouraged' about. I genuinely wanted to know how to use the various, lotions, potions and paints that Brenda used so effectively. It was a lot of fun, and I was still pretty hopeless when we ran out of time, but I did at least understand the basics and the how and why of the various products. Wednesday was a repeat of the previous nights, me waiting table in uniform, wearing my collar, heels and hobbles under the nitpicking eyes of Mistress. She was completely merciless picking up every flaw in my behaviour and any hit of a masculine mannerism was immediately jumped on and 're-educated' into the feminine version. Instead of the constant laps of the room, curtseying to her after dinner, I spent a lot of time just standing still, or standing up and sitting down. As I practised the movements Mistress asked me all sort of unrelated questions about my personal history, and then picked apart how I answered her. My responses were to be prompt, but made in a submissive, and deferential tone of voice. I was to speak lightly lifting my voice at the end of each sentence and always speak correctly avoiding slang, and what she considered 'common' language. As usual punishment for not behaving in keeping with her direction was swift, but instead of cropping me on the hoof, she had me bend over her desk, holding my skirts up so she had an unobscured view before she cracked her crop over my buttocks. Being cropped like this was much worse than having her swipe at my backside in passing, as she turned it into a humiliating and painful ritual. It did however very effectively motivate me to do as she wished. Although Mistress Kate was quick to use her crop, she never beat me with it for the sake of it, she only used it to 'reinforce' my obedience to her instructions. That said, she did bring me very close to tears more than once before she dismissed me that evening. This time we were not chained together until after we were ready for bed and had completed the evening ritual of makeup removal and skin care. Mistress had given Brenda the chain and like the previous night instead of padlocks securing us together, it was attached by a simple clip at each end. Weirdly neither of us ever considered disobeying her order that we leashed ourselves together before we cuddled up in Brenda's bed. After a lot of giggling and more than a few caresses and lingering kisses I eventually dozed into a deep sleep. I woke up just before the alarm Thursday morning fizzing with excitement about Mistress Heather's return to England. While Brenda was still waking up, I was in front of the mirror, trying to do my makeup the best I could. "Better than yesterday Angie," Brenda sleepily commented as she got out of bed, "But you need to blend your foundation more before you set it, the blush looks good though, and is well blended. You've got time, have a go at your eyes, just the basic way I showed you, and then your lips." As my backside was still feeling the effects of having her reinforce last nights lessons and I was more than a little scared when I knocked on Mistress Kate's bedroom door at 7am holding her morning tea tray. This morning I was fully dressed in my uniform, but mercifully free of my training heels and hobble and I hoped to god that I passed inspection when she sleepily called, "Enter." "Good morning Mistress," I said keeping my tone brightly deferential as I curtseyed. "Did you sleep well?" She grunted something, rolled out of bed and padded to the en-suite bathroom in a short nightdress that left nothing to the imagination. A few minutes later the toilet flushed and she walked back into the room and said, sitting at her dressing table. "I'll take my tea here this morning, and I slept acceptably Angela." She gave me a long judgemental look as I set the tray down beside her, "Which is rather like your makeup, assuming you did it unaided?" "I did Mistress." "It's an improvement, you may go." Dismissed I went to find Brenda, who handed me a cup of tea and told me to get the dining room ready, while she was preparing breakfast. It was during breakfast that Mistress Kate broke the news that Mistress Heather's work meetings were running late and that she might not be getting back until Saturday. I felt my heart sink, but kept my expression bright as Mistress said. "Which means I am sure you'll be happy to know Angela, that we can continue with bringing your still rather woeful abilities up to what one would expect of Lady Heather's property." "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress," I said resigned to even longer spent under her 'guidance.' Not that I had much time to worry about Mistress Heather's late return because as with the previous days I was kept busy. If I was not being instructed by Mistress in my deportment and feminine behaviour wearing my skirt suit at her salon, or at her house uniformed in my collar, hobble and skyscraper heels. I was in public with Brenda shopping to find something typically feminine, tampons, makeup remover and the likes, the only rule seemed to be if it was something men would never buy, I was sent to buy it. When ever Mistress Kate picked up on even the slightest deviation from the manner she had instructed I was over her desk and reminded to do it the right way! Even in her office I was not protected from her crop, although at the office she preferred a short leather strop from the hair salon, because she had no qualms about having me over her desk holding my skirt up for even the most minor of infractions. It was constant and until I was finally in Mistress Heather's car heading back to Wilton I never had a moment to think about why I was doing something, only that it had to be done, and done in keeping with how I had been taught or else! Thursday evening began like Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday's, with me wearing a maids uniform serving Mistress Kate her dinner, while Brenda dealt with the food. I'll be honest I was expecting another evening of my backside suffering the consequences of my failure to reach Mistress's exacting standards, but I was wrong. I had was just cleared her sweet from the dinner table when Mistress informed me that she would take her post meal brandy and coffee on the patio to make the most of the lovely summer evening. Somewhat surprised by the sudden change in her routine, I made up a tray and as I served her in the garden she told me. "Go and tell Brenda that we are going for a drink in town." There was a calculating look in her eyes as she added, looking at me with a faint smile flickering on her lips. "I think you will wear that slutty outfit you bought Angela, so tell her she is to help you fix your hair accordingly." She snickered to herself as she added, "I think it will be rather amusing to see how well you have learned the lessons of the last few days, with out the motivation of my little friend here." She tapped her crop with a well manicured finger nail saying, "In an unfamiliar environment, while fending off the attractions of males who will hopefully be attracted by how you look." She laughed lightly, and waved me away. When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised not to see Brenda there, normally once she had washed up, with me serving Mistress she would sit at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a magazine. Walking to 'our' room to get changed out of my uniform I could hear the shower running and it was immediately obvious that going out for a drink had been Mistresses plan all along. My outfit was already hanging on the wardrobe, and Brenda had laid out a similar outfit for herself on the bed. Slipping out of my uniform, I hung it up and changed into my 'slutty' look, since a visible bra strap was a punishable offence, I had little choice but to go braless. Quickly changing I looked at my reflection and knew from having spent nineteen years as a boy, just how much of an attraction a pair of boobs like mine, bouncing about under a halter neck top would be to male eyes. "Hey it will be fun Angie babe. I bet we don't buy a drink after the first, and if anyone gets too pushy we'll just tell them we are committed lesbians." She giggled, dressing in a similar outfit, although her top was able to flashed the sort of cleavage I could not away with. "Mistress will be taking us to Winters, it's a safe pub that draws a mix crowd of gay and straight people just off the Prom. It will be fun love, you'll see." After quickly fixing her hair and makeup, Brenda, decided to crimp mine, for that rock chick look and after a gallon of hairspray between us, we were ready. Mistress Kate told the taxi to drop Brenda and I off about half a mile from the pub and was sat in the beer garden with the paper and a gin and tonic, by the time we arrived. Seeing her sat there when we were a good 50 yards from the pub Brenda said, "Don't forget what she wants to see, and you should get through tonight unscathed." As we walked through the pubs beer garden I could feel leering eyes trawling over me, and even saw at least one young lad nudge his mate so hard that he spilled some of his pint as we passed. Brenda seemed unconcerned by the looks, and murmured comments as she pushed open the door and said, "What do you want Angie?" "I'll have a half of cider please," I said as we walked to the bar. "Wotcha Bren, who's you friend?" the barman said in a London accent. "This is Angie," Brenda answered. "Angie meet Dave, he's the best landlord in town." "Hi," I said blushing as he looked me over. "Like you is she love?" he asked bluntly, which made me wonder if he knew Brenda before she was Brenda. "Yep." Brenda said with a grin pulling me close and kissing my cheek, "Just like me, only she's just come out." "Bloody typical," he laughed. "All the pretty one's play for the same side, what can I get you?" "Half of lager and a half of cider please my love," she said. "Well if any of them give you a hard time Angie, tell them to piss off, because I don't want that sort of shit in my place," he said pouring my glass of cider. "My attitude is so long as people spend their money in my bar, I don't care who they go to bed with." Aware of Mistress watching through the window, Brenda sat me on a bar stool beside her, and then waited for the chat up attempts to begin. I felt incredibly vulnerable sat there knowing that I was dressed to attract attention, and attract it we did, because it did not take long before a couple of lads sidled up and started giving us the thousand words. In the end it was kind of fun, they were trying so hard, but Brenda was having non of it and when they made a suggestive comment about their comfortable hotel, she dashed their hopes saying, "Sorry boys, we're going home soon and our bed is occupied," and give me a kiss! I had three half's and Brenda two before she saw Mistress tapping her watch, which motivated her make our escape leaving the two lads standing frustrated when we left with Brenda's arm round my waist. For the first night since Sunday I did not go to bed with a red bottom, and with the ciders I was pretty much asleep on my feet by the time we pulled into Mistress house. I do vaguely remember her commenting about my lack of alcohol tolerance as Brenda guided me to bed, but the next thing I knew was the alarm screeching in my ear next morning. Friday morning started like all the others, uniformed, and inspected by Mistress, which resulted in being bent over her knee and hand spanked, for poorly applied make up. Both Brenda and I thought I had done a good job but it was not good enough for Mistress, and for all being hand spanked was less painful than either her crop or the office strop, it was much more humiliating, which made my cock begin its first pain filled battle of the day with the chastity. Straight after breakfast I was again taken to the salon with Mistress Kate, and this time she had a 'real' job for me acting as her 'secretary.' She had an appointment with a sale representative from a local computer company about a system for the salon. Sat behind her secretary's desk behind his back, I nodded or shook my head when ever she looked at me for clarification during his sales pitch. That of course did not mean I escaped performing secretarial tasks like showing him in, fetching their coffee, being sent to fetch the previous years appointment book and being treated as little more than eye candy. At around 2pm, Mistress Kate called for Brenda to take us home, which was unusual as we had rarely left before half past five, but it was a Friday I assumed this was their usual practice. Telling Brenda to take her Jaguar to the garage for new tyres and pick up her suits from the dry cleaners, Mistress told me to dress in my uniform and serve her tea in the garden. Oddly when Mistress Kate fastened my collar she did not put me in my training heels. I assumed this was a deliberate choice to see of I remembered my lessons with out the need of heels and hobble In truth she had dispatched Brenda to pick Mistress Heather up from the train station. After serving her afternoon tea, she said, "I assume you can iron linens Angela?" "Yes Mistress," I said. I had mentioned when she had interrogated me while teaching me to stand and sit that I used to help my mum with the ironing. "Good, since Brenda is otherwise occupied I'll have to trust you to do it. I have some work to finish before I can carry on with you development, until then you can get on with the ironing she has not done. Off you go Angela, if I need anything I shall ring." Except for a second pot of tea when she retired to her lounge to work while watching Wimbledon, I was left to get on with the ironing in the kitchen. I should perhaps have guessed something was up because for the first time since I arrived I was not either under Mistress Kate's eyes having my behaviour 're-educated,' or doing something stereotypically feminine with Brenda. Having been kept so busy I did not know what day it was since I had met Brenda on Monday evening, it was really nice to stand there ironing with the radio playing. I felt perfectly happy as I ironed and folded, bed linen, table clothes and napkins with out the constant worry of having my bottom cropped for every minor infringement or error. I was completely in the dark about Heather's arrival, and did not know she was even at the house until Mistress's Kate's bell rang an hour or so later. I had heard the front door, and was about to answer it when I heard Mistress Kate opening it. The front door was not something Brenda and I were allowed to use as we were servants and had to use the back door. About five minutes later I saw Brenda get back through the window. Walking in she gave me a kiss and said with a grin as I was getting to the end of the ironing, "Saved me a big job there babe's, who's she in the lounge with?" "Don't know she answered a couple of minutes ago?" I could tell Brenda was excited about something but knew better than to ask. Mistress worked on the assumption that if we needed to know something she would tell us and chattering between us about her business was a quick way to a sore arse. "Well you'll find out soon enough, because she's bound to be ringing soon. I'm going to get changed as she wants me in uniform as well tonight." Before Brenda started to leaver Mistress's bell rang, and after giving myself a now habitual 'appearance' check in the kitchen mirror I tip tapped my way towards the lounge door and knocked. "Enter!" Mistress said. Walking in I automatically curtseyed and said, "You called Mi." And then I saw Heather cuddled up beside her on the sofa grinning at me, which made me say unable to hide the delight in my voice, "Mistress Heather!" "We'll have two glasses of white wine Angela," Mistress Kate said, adding, "Off you go." I felt torn, but sat beside Mistress Kate was her crop and so I curtseyed and said, "Yes Mistress," and obeyed. "Well don't you look pretty, and I love your hair I knew that colour would suit you to a tee Angie," Heather said when I returned a few minutes later and served their wine. Giving Mistress Kate a kiss, Heather added, "I'm impressed Katie, Angie looks amazing, even better than I had hoped." "She has done tolerably well in the time available," Mistress Kate said. "And I have seen some small improvements in her stance, walk and demeanour. Her makeup skills though are still sadly lacking, but somewhat improved, and I will admit to being moderately hopeful that with the right encouragement she could make a reasonable servant." I noticed as she said encouragement she stroked her crop. "And her device?" Heather asked giving me a grin. "It was delivered yesterday, and I have arranged for Jean come round at six to deal with that other issue we discussed before dinner." Looking at me she said handing Heather a set of keys, "I would imagine you want these Heather, its the key's to her collar, her device and her training heels." "Thank you love," Heather said kissing her again, giggling lightly as she slipped the keys into her handbag. "Angela, take your mistresses bags to my bedroom, and then find dizzy tits, and tell her to report to me. Then you can go and lay the table for dinner, there will be three of us, and you will be standing table duty." "Yes Mistress," I said, curtseying loving the way Heather was looking at me. As I closed the door I heard her say to Mistress Kate, "Do you mind if I take that formal uniform home with me for special occasions she looks delicious in it?" "Sure Heather," Mistress Kate said, "she does suit." I closed the door before I could hear the rest and went to find Brenda. Brenda was in the kitchen also wearing a maids uniform and said, "Did you see your Mistress Angie?" "Yes!" I said with a happy smile. "What did she say?" Brenda asked with her usual ditzy grin plastered on her face. "I'll tell you later Mistress wants you in the lounge." "Okay," Brenda said happily. "You can tell me when I get back." Walking into the dining room I quickly laid the table for three, and then went to fetch some fresh flowers from the garden, which I arranged for a centre piece. "Is it two or three courses tonight Brenda?" I asked when she came back grinning about something. "Three, soup, baked gammon, and a sweet," she said. "Put Mistress at the top with Lady Heather, and Doctor Jean on either side." Brenda gave me a naughty grin when she said Doctor Jean but did not elaborate. Doctor Jean was a big lady, not fat, but tall with the sort powerful physique female rowers have, and after showing her into the lounge, she said looking at me, "Is this her Heather?" Heather nodded. "Yes, she's mine." "Very nice," she said joining them and pouring herself a coffee. "With the right treatments she will look even better than Brenda." The chatted for about ten minutes before Doctor Jean said, "Would you like me to check her over now? I might as well as get the business over before dinner." Heather grinned and said, "If you would," just as Mistress Kate added, "You can use my study Jean." "Come along then Angela, and I'll give you a check up, and make sure you are in the peak of health," Doctor Jean said leading me to Mistress Kate's study, where she gave me a very through medical examination including taking a couple of blood samples, which went to a cool-box style container. The examination took about 25 minutes before she told me to slip my dress back on, and took me back to the dining room saying as she walked in. "Well she's healthy as a horse as far as I can tell. I've taken a couple of bloods, which I'll get done in the morning but unless they turn up anything I can't see any issues with anything you have in mind Heather." "Excellent," Heather said, giving me a grin as Doctor Jean asked with a smile looking at Mistress Kate, "Shall we?" "I can't see why not," Mistress Kate said standing and holding out her hand to Heather. "Good," Heather said, "because I've been dreaming about fitting her with a device all week!" She looked at me and said with a beaming smile, "Come along Angela, it's time to replace that nasty thing you've been wearing with something much more effective." With Mistress Kate leading, we went all the way to the attic, which was like something from a BDSM porn movie. She had a pillory, stocks, a bondage bench and even an iron maiden. Hanging on the walls were a massive selection of whips, paddles and every kind of bondage accessory I could imagine. "You've expanded it, and got some new toy's Katie," Heather said looking round the room before adding giving me a naughty look, "Now I have someone to play with, I might think about having something similar installed at home." "Oh my yes, you should," Mistress Kate said with a naughty laugh. "Then we would have somewhere to play when I visit, as for the extension? Well I needed the extra space after I saw the stocks and matching pillory and just had to have them." She chuckled and added, "They have proved very popular with my play slaves, but mostly though these days, it's where I play with Brenda." She laughed, "She does love the iron maiden, two or three hours in there helmeted and she is putty in my hands." I could feel Brenda give my backside a quick caress as she joined me. Heather still holding hands with Mistress Kate, said clearly excited, "Dress, and panties off Angie, you can leave your corset, and then lie on the bench." "Brenda, help her undress and then strap your girlfriend down," Mistress Kate said with a light laugh as she told Heather, "I've been letting the girls sleep together Heather, not that they had any choice as they've been chained by their collars to each other. It seemed fitting that since we share a bed when we are together, they should as well." "Very fitting," Heather said with a smile. Unzipping my dress, Brenda gave me a wicked grin as she dropped to her knees and pulled my panties down. "Very nice," Heather said admiring my tightly laced corset as Brenda helped me out of my dress and on to the bench. Giving me a smile Brenda whispered, "You're going to love this Angie," as she started fastening the straps until I was held immobile on the black leather covering. Giving me a happy smile as she stood up, to meet Mistress Kate hands, which contained a blank faced metal helmet. Before Brenda could react Mistress hinged the face plate round her head and closed it over her face saying as she fastened it with a padlock. "That will keep her out of mischief." Turning Brenda round she led her towards the pillory and clipped a leash from her collar to a ring on the wall saying. "They might be sleeping together but we can't have them seeing how their devices work or what they are missing can we." Heather laughed, and took hold of my collar, pulling my head up she said, "Certainly not Katie," as an identical polished steel helmet was slipped behind my head. At first I did not know what it was until I saw Heather swinging its blank faceplate round head until the latch clicked closed sealing me in silent darkness. I was laid there for an indeterminate time before I felt hands on my chastity before it was somewhat painfully removed. Free from its confines and having been denied erection all week my cock immediately went rock hard. It felt amazing until what I can only described as agonising cold took my breath away when one of them pressed a bag of ice on to my erect penis. As well as killing my erection the cold also numbed the whole area. I could feel they were cleaning my somewhat numbed cock with something that felt even colder than the ice, but unable to see what they were doing all I felt hands putting something round my cock. This seemed to attach to some some sort of curved rod that went behind my balls, before another part was slipped over everything else. I was trying to work out how it all went together when I felt a clicking sensation as the parts were connected together allowing Heather, I assume, to turn a locking mechanism, which secured the device onto my body. Next thing I know I'm being unfastened and rolled over on to my chest. Then a firm hand pressed on my buttock, I could tell it had to be Doctor Jean's hand from its size as she pulled the skin tight. Wondering what the hell was going on, I felt a sudden buzzing pain vibrating my buttock for long enough that seemed to go on for ever. I guess in reality it went on for no more than ten or fifteen minutes, but isolated from sight, sound and smell by the steel mask I had no ability to judge how much time was passing. For a few minutes I wondered what they were doing and then it hit me, Heather was getting me tattooed me as her property, just like Mistress Kate had done to Brenda. For a moment outrage bloomed in my mind as I knew you needed permission to tattoo someone and then I remembered the terms of my contract. Doctor Jean did not need my permission just Heather's and if Heather wanted me tattooed, she did not need to ask me, because my signed a contract gave her the freedom to do what ever she liked. When the buzzing stopped, my stinging skin was wiped with a cloth dripping with a stinging antiseptic before a large hand spanked my other buttock, basically tell me she was done. I guessed from the size and the power of the hand the spank was delivered by Doctor Jean. I was left there for a while before Brenda, opened my mask, saying as she eased it off my head, "I really hate these things," as she put the mask back on the shelf beside the one she had been made to wear. I was still strapped to the bench as she walked behind me and said, "She's done a nice job, it says, 'Angela, 1993, Property of Lady Heather.' I'll just cover it with a dressing while it still weeping and then let you go, because they want dinner served in half an hour." I was gobsmacked I did not know what to think, I had been tattooed, permanently marked with my owners name! I was so wrapped up in the idea that I had been tattooed that I did not think to look at my new chastity when I dressed. Brenda laughed reading my face and said, "You'll get used to it babes, same as I did and at least it's not some hideous design, and it could be a lot worse as I've met a mistress who actually brands her slaves. Anyway its small enough that when your contract expires you can get it covered up or removed, although having a tattoo removed is very painful." Zipping me up and repairing my hair she added, "Come on quick, quick Angie, get your apron on babe or we'll be for it." Probably because of the fresh tattoo on my butt, or may be it was Heather's presence, but Mistress Kate did not 'remind' with her crop, although it was beside her on the table as I served their dinner. It was clear that they had all been friends for a long time, and although I tried not to eavesdrop on their conversation when I was standing table, it was impossible not to overhear what they were saying. The bulk of their conversation was about being students, or their work. Much to my surprise Doctor Jean learned how to tattoo to treat cancer patents. Although she was primarily a urogenital surgeon, she had specialised oncologic radiotherapy, where they use a tattooing to mark the target areas on cancer patients for radiologic treatment. Eventually after a very leisurely meal as I served them coffee and liqueurs I saw Heather glance at Mistress Kate, before saying, "That will be all for now Angie, you may go and eat your dinner with Brenda and we will call when we want you." "And when we do, bring dizzy tits with you," Mistress Kate added in the most jovial tone I had heard her make all week. "She been getting lazy this week with you doing all the work!" "Sore butt love?" Brenda asked as I sat at the kitchen table and ate our dinner. "A bit," I admitted. "Did you know?" "About the tat?" I nodded. "No, but I sort of guessed it might be likely when Mistress said Doctor Jean was coming." Brenda said. "As she did mine." Pouring me a glass of wine she said, "No need to rush our dinner tonight as they'll be a while, and won't want us until they move into the lounge." Brenda prediction was accurate and it was a good forty minutes before Mistress's bell rang. Telling me, "Told you so," as she stood. As we got up almost in unison both Brenda and I straightened our dresses and and checked our appearance in the mirror, before we looked at each other and laughed. Knocking at the door, we waited until Mistress Kate said, "Enter," before we walked in and curtseyed. Heather was looking very relaxed stood beside Mistress Kate with her arm round her waist, and said, "You can clear the table now Angie." I curtseyed, but before I could speak Doctor Jean said, "Well I best be off girls, lovely to see you Heather, but I'm working tomorrow." Exchanging kisses, she said to Heather, "I'll phone you with Angela's blood results on Monday morning." "See you later next week Jean," Mistress Kate said giving her a kiss, before telling Brenda, "Don't just stand there like a bloody ornament fetch Doctor Jean's bag and jacket Brenda, and then open the front door." Following Jean out, Heather gave my hand a quick squeeze as she passed, saying, "Go and put us couple of brandy's in the lounge Angie then start clearing up in here, there's a good girl." The ladies were cuddling on the sofa when Heather called us in. They did not really need us beyond freshening their drinks a few times. I think we were only there to give them an audience as they sensually kissed and cuddled. After a couple of hours Heather said, "Shall we send them to bed sweetheart, and continue this in your bedroom?" "Might as well." Mistress Kate giggled, sounding a little tipsy. "Do you think we should strap one of them up love?" "Next time we will sweetie, but I want to take Angie myself." She giggled also sounding more than a little merry. "I was going to have her tonight, but I'm a little too intoxicated and I can think of something better to do with it!" The end.