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A Lady's by Nefertari CHAPTER 1- ANNIVERSARY "The eternal feminine draws us onward" Goethe The cab headed downtown, then west, windshield wipers flapping, a cold rain falling. From my current prospective, it seems like another lifetime in another world. I was a young accounting clerk in my first real job on the way to an important company social function that Friday evening. The firm had always been involved in importing and exporting and was easily the oldest commercial venture in New York City. It had been operating continuously since colonial times. The main offices are, and have always been, in lower Manhattan in what is now called the ' financial district '. What we refer to as the new building was actually constructed in 1869 with funds generated from our trading during the American Civil War. Our old offices and warehouses in the same area had been converted to special showrooms and residences for visitors. Other downtown properties, some also dating back to colonial times, had been leased out long term providing a reliable source of income as a hedge against shifting world markets. Additionally, the firm had various showrooms, scattered throughout the city conforming to the peculiar mores of the various trades we participated in. Our art and antique business was centered on Madison Ave., gift ware on lower Fifth and textiles on mid sixth. One would think that such an old enterprise would be hide bound by tradition, but that is simply not the case. The firm's survival and prosperity has always been based on flexibility to changing conditions. If there is a corporate tradition, it could be described as the pragmatic approach. In the 18th century, furniture, rum, sugar, slaves, books and musical instruments were the mainstays. During the 19th, oriental rugs, Chinese porcelain, English silver, medicinal herbs and fine woods passed through our depots into an expanding new world. Today, company leased planes bring in numerous shipments purchased wherever our agents may find them. Company owned ships haul major purchases and bulk goods. From my position in the accounting branch, i had a reasonably good overview of the numerous mercantile activities the company engaged in. Although employed there for only two years, i intended staying looking forward to a prosperous career. I enjoyed my job and the remuneration it afforded me. There is a special air, a special style and attitude about it which i did not understand but rather attracted me in some indefinable way. On the occasion of our 250th anniversary celebration, it was unthinkable that i would not attend. The affair was to be held in the upper two floors of an old building the firm maintained in the Chelsea section facing the Hudson river. Originally, it had been a warehouse complex with it's own piers. Today, the property is developed into a marina with it's own shops and restaurant and private residences in the remaining buildings. The top two floors of the main building, however, have been retained for direct company use and usually only for very special purposes - like this night's occasion. Company history is displayed here. Models of old sailing ships, groups of antique furniture, silver artifacts from other eras and exotic rugs adorn the place. Each piece can stand on its' own as a valuable commodity, but had originally been simply stock in trade from previous years. Just to the right of the marina are two company maintained docks still used to moor company owned freighters from time to time. It may seem extravagant for a business to engage in such trappings, but like everything else the firm does it is both practical and profitable. Maintaining it's own vessels offers a flexibility and discretion not available commercially. The marina complex is a profitable business in its own right. The upper floor premises provide entertainment facilities far more suitable than anything that could be rented elsewhere. Additionally, above the main room are suites and rooms were quests may be privately entertained and accommodated. Company policy toward customers and associates has always been lavish going far beyond the normal bounds generally practiced today. It is based on the original trade with independent Indian principalities prior to the establishment of the British Raj. Our merchant captains found it far more expedient to deal direct with heads of state and their agents rather than individual merchants. Many a convoy sailed east in those days holding cargoes of fine bronze cannon- returning laden with the riches of the orient. Today, all of our customers, their employees and agents, as well as our indispensable foreign contacts of every sort are treated royally. The policy over the centuries has proved to be a wellspring of goodwill and reputation that pays for itself many times over. As a young very minor employee with hopes of advancement, it was understood but not stated directly, that i should be there. Regardless, i would not have missed it for anything. Company affairs were said to be splendid events. It was not unusual for contacts met at them to often smooth the way for future business dealings and details. This anniversary celebration promised to be something extraordinary - very much a once in a lifetime opportunity. The cab deposited me under the lobby canopy promptly at eight. Directly opposite the upper floor elevator door, across a polished marble hall, stood two massive wooden doors flanked by columns. Atop the arch in burnished bronze letters read: MAC NIAL - DE ESTEA - VONSWOTE A smaller door set into the larger ones opened; it was obvious that the lobby was observed by staff. Just inside were several uniformed butlers and maids attending to the coats, hats and gloves of the arriving quests. Much later, i learned that some of the butlers were actually Women and many of the maids male. At the time, i had no inkling of such role reversals. Inside, the spacious room occupied almost the entire floor. It stretched away to the wall length floor to ceiling windows overlooking the river. I was wearing my first tuxedo feeling very worldly wise and grand. Despite my limited age and experience, i fancied myself a handsome devil out to conquer the world possessing all it's beautiful Women along the way. It is obvious how foolishly naive those feelings were, now that i have been trained and educated to know better. The room was already crowded in a glittering variety of evening wear. Many wore national customs of Arab or oriental nations. Some of the men wore sashes on which were displayed decorations of some sort. The dazzling attire combined with the antique filled setting made it easy to believe we had all been transported to a bygone era, such as Hapsburg Vienna or Regency London. Pretty maids threaded through the room carrying canapes on silver trays. Each wore a silver medallion engraved with the company crest suspended on a silver chain. The medallions rested just barely above their bosoms - their black satin uniforms were low cut. The butlers were also identically attired. Each wore gray striped trousers, solid gray waistcoats and well-tailored black jackets as they solicitously served drinks in crystal glasses. Rather than bow ties, they wore ascots woven in the company colors. Their cuff-links bore the same crest as the maids' medallions. The room was indirectly lit with old sailing ships' lanterns casting a mellow glow over the entire scene. The light was reflected warmly everywhere from the many pieces of gleaming silver and polished woodwork. As i moved more deeply into the room, a servant approached offering Her tray of canapes. When my arm extended, She bowed forward moving the tray closer. I could not help gazing down Her decolletage. Her breasts, though well formed and pleasing, were small with disproportionately large rouged nipples. This was something totally unlooked for or expected. The effect was that my member became engorged almost instantly. She smiled slyly as She curtsied - i was certain She was well aware of the effect She had caused. As She moved away, Her heels clicked on the polished wood floor as Her petticoats rustled; the sound had a suggestive quality. While pondering the encounter and enjoying the morsel from the tray', i espied Miss DyRuyter, my immediate supervisor, across the room. Recovering somewhat, i started toward Her. She saw me coming and advanced, holding out Her hands. She seemed to be in very good spirits as She greeted me, "chris, you've arrived and do look Bonnie". I puffed at the compliment noticing that Her nails were long and crimsoned. My usually prim and proper CPA mentor was clad in a multicolored sari. It hugged Her Female form swaying as She swayed. This second unexpected, but not unpleasant, sight made me feel more fulgent. Was this really Miss DyRuyter? Indeed it was! " Come chris ", She urged, "there are some people for you to meet." As She was speaking, She slid Her arm around my waist steering me toward a resplendent group. Approaching them, i was acutely aware of my supervisors soft round hips rubbing indolently against my own. Unconsciously, my mind formed a picture of what She must look like beneath Her attire. We approached a group of men and Women in odd dress. Some few wore clearly military uniforms. The outfits of the others, though similar in design, were civilian. Coming closer, i recognized the tall man in a naval uniform; it was Mr. McCullough, the company comptroller. Were it not for his trademark spectacles, i doubt if i would have known him. The uniform was dark blue with gold braid and unusual insignia, but the jacket looked more like a mid 18th century frockcoat than anything else. In fact, in some of the old paintings lining the walls one could see coats cut in the same fashion. Around his waist was a brilliant red sash tied at the left and ending in blue fringes. From it dangled a scimitar in a blue, red and silver scabbard. Atop he wore a white turban with an emblem in front. It was disconcerting to see him looking so splendid. On those rare occasions when i saw him in the office, he had appeared to be just another very hardworking, very old, very dull and very ordinary man. Miss DyRuyter brought me directly to Mr. McCullough. "Sir, I would like to present one of our newer people...." He interrupted, "Yes of course, Mr. Lovendal isn't it?" "Why yes sir it is", more than a little startled that he even recognized me at all. The three of us chatted briefly. Being such a junior employee, i was flattered that he treated me so graciously without a hint of condescension. He in turn presented me to a gentleman on his right who turned out to be the Finance Minister of the Bhoruna Sultantate; that explained the dress of the group. This was the entourage of the Sultan, his tiny island kingdom in Indonesia had been a trading partner since 1821, After some general conversation, the minister introduced me to a young man and Woman of his staff whose names are unpronounceable to western tongues. The young man salaamed, to my astonishment, then offered his hand. "Simply call me raven", he said with a crisp upper class English accent, "everyone does". "It's an easy anglified version". "Besides", he continued with a smile, "do i not resemble a raven?" Again i was disconcerted. With his long black hair, black eyes, dark skin and hooked nose, he did in fact resemble a raven; a very handsome one. The young Woman extended Her hand. "And what is the anglified version of your name", i inquired? Smiling, She replied in French accented English that "She had not yet had the good fortune to acquire one ". Raven broke in, "if you were to choose one for Her what would it be"? She appeared as comely as he did handsome. The two looked so much alike, they could very well be brother and sister. Without thinking, i blurted out "ravenette". They both seemed delighted. "Yes, but of course", said raven, "ravenette it shall be" - "Do you agree dear one?" "Yes", She agreed, "with this name I shall fly." Filene DyRuyter joined us as the other members of the group headed for an ornate staircase on the side of the room. Addressing the three of us, he let us know that both "Captain McCullough and the Minister desired that we make some arrangements concerning the November shipments. "She went on, "as we all know there are discrepancies in the bills of lading from that cargo that should be resolved ". So i thought, this is the way the firm sorts things out. Since i instantly liked both raven and ravenette, especially ravenette, it seemed that in this matter at least business would be pleasure. It was agreed that the three of us would meet later in the evening and work out an agenda for the coming week. With that we went our separate ways. For a long time, i explored the room; the place was literally a treasure trove. Naturally, almost everyone from the office that i knew was there. They looked so totally different from their mundane workaday selves in their evening finery. I noticed other firm people in exotic dress and was no less surprised than when i had seen Mr. McCullough earlier. In fact, someone told me that he actually did hold the rank of Captain in the Bhoruna Navy and had performed invaluable services there during the insurgency that swept the islands during the fifties. Miss DyRuyter's sari, i also learned, was no mere whim or affectation. She had lived for several years in Madras as a company agent prior to Her promotion. Some of us drifted over to the long buffet; it was an invitation to indulgence and gluttony the like of which i had never imagined before. We filled our plates and found a sitting area. Although the room was expansive, each individual part seemed self contained like a grand room within a large private home. One of the people already in the area, a furniture dealer from Los Angeles, informed us that the grouping we were in was primarily original Hepplewhite with some Louis XVI and other period pieces. It's value, exceeded the combined lifetime earnings of all of us. At least that was his opinion. Someone asked a passing man servant for the time and i realized it was a little after the set hour to meet raven and ravenette. Both were already at the appointed place when i arrived. After a long discussion concerning the general details we had to sort out, we agreed to an agenda of meetings beginning with lunch Monday to handle specifics. That settled, ravenette took us both by the arm suggesting that "it is high time Her two gentlemen and business associates escorted Her around the company haute domain". As it turned out, She was the only one of us that had ever been here before. A tall blond butler approached with his silver tray. "Carson, so there you are ", said ravenette looking straight into his eyes. His facial expression did not change, but he stood absolutely still. She disengaged her arms from ours, looked at carson commanding "do follow me upstairs now". She turned back to us, "gentlemen, do excuse me, there are some pressing things that need attending to". "Dear christopher what a pleasure to meet tonight, I shall see you Monday." With that She was off, heading for the grand wooden staircase that led to the private rooms and suites above - the slender man servant following without a word or hesitation. Raven and i continued our ambulant around the grand room. Knowing Bhoruna is a Muslim state, i was surprised when he took a glass of champagne from a passing servant. "Quite up to the usual company standards," he remarked after taking a long sip. We came upon a tall striking Woman. Raven salaamed, "ah, Mrs. Hochborg, how very good it is to see you again," his voice respectful. When She held out Her hand to him, he bowed low, took it in his own and kissed it. Yet again this evening i was taken aback; i had never seen a man kiss a Women's hand in greeting. Yet, raven had just done so with grace, aplomb and natural ease. The tall Lady was not in the least surprised, but seemed rather to expect it. Raven formally introduced me, "Mrs. Hochborg, may i present a colleague from the world of numbers, Mr. Christopher Lovendal of the firm". I wanted to kiss Her hand as raven had done, but merely took it in mine. To my mystification, She squeezed it with a light persistent pressure. This Lady, i surmised, was something special, but i had no idea why. Perhaps it was some invisible aura She exuded? She stood straight and tall, very poised, 5'10" - exactly as tall as myself. Her hair an orange /reddish shade, natural as evidenced from the faint streaks of gray. It hung in ringlets cascading down to Her Shoulder line. Before raven could give Her name, She gave my hand another gentle squeeze stating "I am Ellisia Morganna-Hochborg, quite a mouthful isn't it". She possessed a beautiful face. Not classically so in the sense of Greek or any of the others, but rather a combination of disparate elements which taken together, form a lovely uniquely classic whole. Red hair is usually associated with northern peoples, fair of skin, blue eyed. Her appearance is a contradiction, She is deeply tanned, Her eyes are the blackest of black. It is a timeworn cliche, however, in this case Her eyes really are deep liquid pools with an immediate haunting hypnotic effect. There is a definite trace of the epicanthic fold lending a hint, a strong hint, of the orient to Her features. She wore pantaloons of some shiny fabric, possibly silk, with a matching blouse just barely opaque -both pantaloons and blouse were black further highlighting Her eyes. Although a full figured women, Her waist was narrowly cinched with a gray leather sash beaded with tiny silver circlets. Over the blouse was a gray leather bolero style jacket; all the edges and seams were intertwined with black and burgundy leather lacings forming intricate patterns. The voluminous pantaloons were gathered at Her ankles suggesting harem attire. At once, though, Her black patent leather spike heels belied the harem effect. The Lady stood out in a room filled with beautiful Women even though She Herself was not really beautiful in the ordinary garden variety sense. Her bearing, poise and style gave Her a presence that few Women could equal. It was clear that She was in Her forties, perhaps older -somehow it added to Her dignity. She could have easily used cosmetics which would have made Her appear much younger, but apparently disdained to so. The lack of vanity She exhibited added to Her allure and mystery. She was easily the most desirable Women i have ever met - i was smitten. The spell was shattered almost at once. "Chris", She asked sweetly, "would you mind very much going to the buffet and bringing me back something?" "Of course not, Mrs. Hochborg, what would you like?" "Oh anything at all, lets see how closely you can come to suit my desires." "Oh yes, do bring me a goblet of champagne, I don't care for these slender glasses the servants are circulating." The buffet at the north side of the room contained such a variety, i was at a loss. Operating on unconscious instinct, i selected some smoked salmon, a slice of roast turkey, stuffed mushroom and shrimp, a variety of olives and some pungent greens. Not knowing where to obtain a goblet, i simply asked one of the carvers. It was instantly brought brimming with champagne. Based on ravens' earlier comment concerning the usually company quality, i asked for another, this one for myself - it too materialized at once. The goblets looked more like the chalices one imagined might be used at solemn Vatican high mass. I guessed they were solid silver and wondered about their origin. Wending my way back to Mrs. Hochborg. i noticed many groups and couples ascending the great staircase. When i had found Her again raven was gone. Noticing a small grouping of unoccupied French provincial furniture nearby, i suggested we sit there. She agreed with a nod of Her lovely head, a slight smile caressing Her lips. A maid passed by and i took a few tidbits from the tray. With a start, i realized it was She of the small breasts and large nipples i had encountered earlier. She smiled wickedly and bent lower exposing Herself. The result was exactly the same as before, i could not help it. "Evangeline?", Mrs. Hochborg queried. The Girl spun around as if stunned. "Oh Mrs. Hochborg how fine to see You", She murmured. "I didn't know you were here." The lass seemed overwhelmed to see the Lady. "Evangeline, you look so pretty in your uniform, it suits you so perfectly." The maid blushed deep red bowing lower. Mrs. Hochborg put the tip of Her fore finger inside the bodice pulling it forward. Peering inside shamelessly, She remarked, "your little breasts are lovely dear". "Are you happy?" The girl was so flustered, Her reply was sobbed. "Oh yes, yes - i have never been so happy." Mrs. Hochborg dismissed the creature returning Her attention to the plate and goblet as the girl minced away. The incident was confusing as were so many others that night. "How do you like working for MAC, I understand you're in accounting?" "Very much", i replied. Since She had used the diminutive familiar form of the company i assumed She also was employed there; especially since She seemed to know so many people here. "What department are you in," i naively asked? "Oh I'm not a company employee," She laughed. Her laugh and demeanor implied so much that i couldn't understand. She stood up extending Her right hand down to me, "come". I took Her hand and we walked to the windows facing the river - She leading me, holding my left hand. The Woman had me in a confused daze. We gazed down at the river, the moored ships, the reflected lights of the city. Standing there quietly, the conversations and noise of the room behind us became a dim whisper. She condescended to allow me to address Her as Miss Ellisia. It made me feel grateful. "Thank you...ah...Miss Ellisia. " Later, i timidly inquired if "i might escort Her home, that is of course, if She had no other plans". She pursed Her lips apparently giving the matter some thought. "Yes, christopher you may." When She was ready to leave, She wordlessly took my hand and led me downstairs to the cobble stoned streets still glistening with cold wet rain. "Fetch a cab for me christopher. "I'll wait here under the canopy." "Oh, young man, do be quick about it won't you." It was not a question. CHAPTER II - THE APARTMENT "Women are fire, unquenchable, flaming, ever alight." Palladas of Alexandria Being late, it was difficult to find a cab in the area. It was necessary to walk several blocks east to one of the major intersections. The drizzle continued intermittently, sometimes abating somewhat then coming down harder, but always cold and penetrating. It was a stark contrast to the place we had just left shortly before. How stupid not to have brought a coat tonight! After what seemed like a lengthy search, i finally hailed a cab. It was a relief to be inside it's warm interior as we headed back. Approaching the building, i noticed numerous people and groups in the area, obviously from their attire, having just left the MAC affair. Most were walking east as i had done or were entering parked cars; some though were moving out onto one of the piers where a large dark hulled schooner was moored. It looked like Mr. McCullough with members of the Sultan's entourage including both ravens, some other company people and some of the servants as well. My curiosity evaporated as we came up to the building entrance and i saw Miss Ellisia. She had donned a long dark gray hooded cape flowing down almost to the top of Her high heels. As She moved, i could see it was lined inside with a bright red smooth material. When the cab pulled over to the canopy, i immediately jumped out and held the door open for Her. Wordlessly She entered; the hooded cape partially hiding Her face further enhanced Her enigmatic air. The driver looked back at unexpectedly waiting for a destination. Miss Ellisia gave a West End Avenue address and settled back into the seat. The night streets were almost empty allowing the taxi to move north rapidly. The interior had an intimate feel with the driver's partition closed and the falling rain spattering on the roof and windows. Without looking at me, Miss Ellisia remarked "the streets look like black satin sheets, don't they?" The street and headlights reflecting on the wet tar did look as i imagined such sheets would appear, although i had never actually seen any. Lamely, i expressed that observation to Her. She looked at me quixotically. "Perhaps one day you will." "Perhaps one day you will sleep on them." "I rather think you are prone to enjoy such sensations; very predisposed." Her meaning was not clear, it could have been a statement, a prophesy or an invitation; it could have been all three. "Why do you say that Miss Ellisia?" "Let it suffice to say, christopher, that I sense certain things in you." "If I am correct, and I am rarely wrong in such matters, you will understand in due time. " The cab arrived and again i got out to open the door for Her. She emerged looking up at me with that curious half smile that implied hidden knowledge. We walked toward an entranceway about ten yards from us. The buildings on this block, like so many others on the west side are of stone and red brick built during the period between world wars I and II. They are famous in Manhattan for their old world amenities, craftsmanship, design and the size of the rooms. Although the city is filled with new so called 'luxury' buildings, the fact is that the newer structures are cramped and sterile compared to these noble edifices. What they call luxury apartments today would compare unfavorably, at least in size, with some of the tenements of three generations ago. She stopped, taking out some keys, in front of a large wrought iron and plate glass double door. I pushed the unlocked heavy portal open for Her and followed Her into a large neo-gothic lobby with marble floors. Sitting discretely behind a desk in a far corner sat some sort of watchman or security guard; there was no doorman. As we walked toward the elevators, the massive front door made a loud CHUNK sound as it closed. After pressing the elevator button, she turned to me. "You're soaked, christopher, would you like to come up and dry of?" "You might care for a drink or some coffee as you do so." Apparently, she had read my thoughts, there was nothing else i would rather do at the moment. During the ride uptown i had hoped for such an invitation. "However," She continued, "should you choose to enter my home, you must agree to certain restrictions. " The elevator arrived. She entered and i followed; She pressed the button marked '6'. "I don't understand Miss Ellisia." "Of course i will comply with your wishes, but.............." "What i mean, chris, is that you will be placed in a form of mild restraint and must obey my rules while in my home." "Do you understand?" "No, not really, Miss Ellisia, however, whatever your wishes are i will conform." "You see, young man, you are a stranger and a male." "It is most unpleasant and very undesirable to have unknowns become unruly." "So I avoid such potential behavior by restricting the probabilities." "Do you agree or not?" "Yes, Miss Ellisia", i agreed. I would have agreed to anything She suggested just then. Her meaning was still not at all clear. The elevator opened and i followed Her down a long marble hallway until we came to the furthest apartment door; it was labeled '6A'. Inside was an entry foyer with a cross hallway beyond. "Take my cape and hang it in the closet on your right", She ordered. It had a soft feel like cashmere. While i was hanging it up, She reached to the closet shelf above and brought something out. Finished with the cape, i turned to Her and She held the object up directly in front of my face. It was a leather collar, about one inch wide. Without a word, it was fastened around my neck. "It's not too tight or uncomfortable is it", She asked rather innocently? The incident seemed very strange at the time. I was very aware of the collar's presence and answered softly, "no Ellisia", feeling very meek. "Ellisia", She questioned? "Have you forgotten the very first instructions on how I am to be addressed!?" "Oh, oh.....i am sorry....Miss....Miss Ellisia", I felt so foolish. She stared silently at me for a moment. "Very well, chris, you are sweet, but you simply must learn to remember and do as you are told. She then secured the collar with a small lock. It made a sharp CLICK as She closed it. Reaching again into the closet, She took out a wooden clothes hanger and placed it in my right hand. "You must get out of these damp clothes", She said reaching for my other hand. I was led into the cross hall and to the left toward the far end. It was wide, more of a gallery than a hall. The wooden floor had a dull polished gleam with small oriental rugs covering it in places. The door we stopped in front of was crafted in carved wood. When She opened it, i could see it was a bathroom. With a slight pressure on the small of my back, She gently pushed me in. "Get out of those wet things and hang them up. " "I'll be back shortly with some things for you to change into." Pulling the door shut, i could hear Her high heels clicking down the hall. For some reason it instantly reminded me of the maid Evangeline and the rustling of Her petticoats. The fleeting thought involuntarily stiffened me. Without thinking, i reached up and felt the locked collar around my neck, while at the same time i touched my ever rising member with the other hand. "What is happening to me", i said to myself, "this will never do". First i removed my shoes, then the tuxedo and shirt hanging them up neatly near the warm radiator. The floor was tiled with rectangles of slate in various tones of gray; the walls with geometrically patterned ceramic tiles. The room was at least twice as large as the kitchenette in my apartment. There was both a large old fashioned tub with clawed feet and a modern separate shower. I heard Her clicking footsteps again; this time approaching. The door opened and She stood there holding various articles of clothing. "Why are you still in your shorts and socks?" "Didn't I tell you to remove everything? " "But...but Ellisia...oh..ah..Miss Ellisia, but i..... " "Don't you but me, and don't just stand there like a foolish child!" "Remove your remaining clothing at once", She ordered firmly. I sat down on the commode cover and removed my damp socks. Hesitating a moment with my hands on the waistband of my draws, i glanced up. She was glaring down at me; one hand resting on Her hip, the other holding the articles She had brought. As my shorts slid down onto the slate, i moved my hands to futilely attempt covering the rampant erection that had formed. Without a clue as to why, the vignette taking place was immensely arousing. She laid the clothing intended for me on a small narrow inlaid table against the wall. Straightening up, both hands were positioned on Her round full hips, fingers splayed outward. "So that is your problem I see." "Stand up at once, hands at your side!" Slowly i did so, very conscious of the bulging erection which betrayed me. It was embarrassing beyond words. She reached out putting both hands on my shoulders and turned me around so that my back was facing Her. Leaning Her face close to the back of my head She murmured, "listen to me very carefully". "You are not permitted to have an erection in my presence without my explicit permission." "Do you comprehend?" "Yes, Miss Ellisia, i'm very sorry, but i just couldn't help it", i whispered. "Well perhaps we shall see about that won't we", She stated with an air of finality. "Now before you are dressed, repeat the instructions you have just been given". She squeezed my shoulders as she said it. For a few seconds, i didn't know what to say, then like a flood all Her words sank deeply in and i repeated what She had told me. "I am not permitted to have an......an erection...in...your presence...without your permission....your explicit permission." It came out very softly and slowly. An eternity seemed to go by as i stood stock still scarcely believing what i had just said. "Very well for now", She said sounding somewhat mollified. She draped something on my shoulders and i silently put my arms into the sleeves. It was a women's robe of light gray satin, the lapels, hem and cuffs of pale pink. Before i could close it with the matching sash, she spun me around again to face Her. Fascinated, i watched Her reach over to the narrow table and pick something up. It was a matching pair of panties with extensive lace trim and tiny pink flowers embroidered against the gray fabric. "Put them on, christopher", she said in a firm yet teasing voice. Standing as though frozen i gazed at the panties. What i saw and what she had just said transfixed me. She placed the garment in my hand and stood back a step. "Now you silly boy, do as you are told or I shall do it for you." My cheeks were burning as i stood stupidly holding the frilly panties. Intensely ashamed under Her gaze, i bowed my head, face crimson and put them on. It felt sinful, perverse, ridiculous and delicious all at the same time. Then i was handed a pair of pink and white calf high quarter stockings and a pair of house slippers with two inch wedge heels. After putting them on, i was again turned so that my back faced Her. I could hear Her open the drawer of the small table and remove something that jingled with a metallic sound. Before i knew what was happening, both my wrists were fastened behind my back in a pair of handcuffs -CLICK CLICK-. My face must have showed utter bewilderment as She moved in front of me. "It seems a simple locked collar is not sufficient for you, so in addition to your restrained wrists, you will be leashed." She reached and snapped a metal dog lead onto my collar. Again, before i knew what had happened, it was jerked downward. "Kneel!" "Kneel!" "Kneel, you nasty undisciplined boy". "Apologize for your silly behavior." "How dare you!" I knelt in front of Her, my head deeply bowed. Through the open robe i could feel my penis straining. The sense of induced guilt and shame was like a burning flame. Profusely, i apologized over and over, begging forgiveness. It seemed impossible to understand what had come over me. Her mood seemed to instantly change after my contrite demonstration. "Now that you are properly dressed and restrained, have presumably learned something, we can relax." She tugged gently on the leash; responding, i stood up wondering what relaxing could mean under such odd circumstances. She led me out into the gallery, back past the landscapes on the walls, then left through an archway we had passed before. The room we entered was dominated by a large marble fireplace. A third of the way in, the place had 'trompe-l'?il' wide marble columns on either side. Just past them were two leather chesterfield couches, both pale gray. One faced the massive fireplace, the other at a right angle to the first. The area bounded by the divans was delineated by a sumptuous Persian carpet in muted tones of gray, deep blue, red and beige. On the other side of the fireplace was an assortment of wing and club chairs, some with ottomans. She led me to the couch parallel to the fireplace and ensconced Herself. It was indicated that i was to sit on a pile of three enormous cushions covered with oriental rug fabric. In the far corner, i noticed a grand piano. The walls in this room were covered with only portraits of various unknown people as the gallery walls seemed to contain only landscapes. Miss Ellisia removed the elaborately embroidered bolero jacket which was so unique and distinctive. Beneath, Her breasts were full and rounded, the nipples clearly outlined against the soft black fabric of Her blouse. Touching my cheek gently, She asked if i would like a drink. "Yes, Miss Ellisia, very much thank you", i replied. Gracefully, She stood and went to an 'empire' style buffet table behind the chesterfield tangent to the fireplace. I had noticed it as i had been led helplessly into the room. It was beautifully fashioned of three contrasting hardwoods. The highly polished top held an ornate silver tray with various crystal decanters on it. She returned with two large beakers which were placed on an end table of curious design. My first thought, after Her utter beauty, was how i could take a glass with my hands securely fastened behind my back. Before i finished the thought, She held a glass to my lips. Understanding, i inclined my head slightly, allowing Her to feed me (as it were). We held a long rambling discussion over many topics. The first impression i had formed earlier in the evening was confirmed; this Lady was highly educated, astute and very intelligent. The conversation turned, after sometime, to my sexual experiences and sex life in general. Without reservation, i answered all Her many questions at great length. Sitting on the cushions, looking up at Her, induced strong feelings of both a profound inferiority and intimacy which i could not absorb. Time flowed. Abruptly, She straightened from the languorous position She had settled into. Sitting straight up, She put Her left hand on my neck taking my hair in Her fingers and pulling my head backwards. Leaning forward, She bent Her face toward mine, pressing Her lips to my mouth. My lips opened, seemingly on their own volition and Her tongue darted into my mouth. It seemed as natural as night and day; i pursed my lips around Her tongue and sucked deeply closing my eyes. After a short time She pulled away. Opening my eyes, i looked up at Her adoringly. Miss Ellisia looked down on me smiling. "I was right about you chris." "You are very suitable." At the time, i had no idea what She meant. Still holding the nape of my neck, She unbuttoned Her blouse with Her right hand. Her breasts tumbled out, enhanced by a black half bra which framed them enchantingly. The nipples were large and erect. Pulling my head toward Her, She guided my eager mouth. At first, i was put between Her glorious mounds and held softly; i did not dare to move. Shifting me ever so gently, my mouth was guided to Her nipples. First one, then the other, the sensations felt were not new, but the form they took was different. My entire body tingled and burned. The sexual feeling i experienced was not centralized in the penile region, but rather shook my entire body. Her hand came down and rested on my thigh, caressing it. She moved it up and around to the buttocks. I felt a finger enter into the waistband of the panties i wore. Her touch burned as i sucked a nipple in my mouth. Her hand moved around in my panties and grasped my erect member. My response was a shudder and a convulsive tremble. Her other hand pushed my head away. "You are ready to come aren't you chris", She asked? "Oh yes, Miss Ellisia.......please, oh please, Miss Ellisia", i begged. I felt Her thumb and forefinger on the head of my fulgent penis. Feeling the moisture there, She at once pulled away. Looking up at Her, acutely aware of what i was wearing, the handcuffs, the locked collar and leash; my own state of excitement, coupled with Her naked breasts above me - i was on the very verge of ejaculation. Disdainfully, She looked down at me and held up Her wet finger in front of my nose. "You have soiled my fingers somewhat, little man." She inserted Her forefinger into my mouth. "Suck every little drop off christopher, this is your first lesson. " I did so. "You must learn that you are responsible for your silly ridiculous effusion. " How i longed for what i then considered normal sexual release. Yet, the eccentric nature of what had happened to me released an odd sensuality that i had never known before. It ran in peaks and valleys, never finding final fulfillment, but never going away. It seemed an ongoing smoldering sensation that imbued ordinary events and activities with a palpable undertone. Removing the finger from my mouth, She wiped the salty dampness off by brushing it against my cheek several times. That too, had some sort of connotation which i felt instinctively, but could not really grasp intellectually. She reached over and brought the glass to my lips again; i sipped the whiskey greedily. "Would you like to see the apartment?" She asked it as though nothing untoward had taken place. "Yes, i would Miss Ellisia." With that, She picked up the leash and stood, saying simply "come". She guided me around the living room pointing out various things of interest. Aside from the furniture grouped around the fireplace, there were other separate settings. On the wall opposite the fireplace were two matched almost life-sized portraits, one of a handsome man in an archaic naval uniform, which i guessed to be from the late nineteenth century, the other was a strikingly attractive Indian/oriental woman in some sort of light flowing dress vaguely reminiscent of the pacific islands. The two oils faced each other, as if they were, or had been, lovers. A gleaming black grand piano in the corner near the windows held numerous photos in silver frames. Near the wall facing west End Avenue was a doorway into another large dimly lit room. Entering, it was clear that this was an old fashioned formal dinning room. The walls were complexly paneled in various crafted woods; the ceiling was beamed. It had a definite baronial feel to it, heightened by the furniture. Here also was another fireplace, finished with the same elaborate wooden trim. It could easily have been from some early renaissance manor house in southern Europe. Like the one we had just left, this room also contained two columns, finished in archaic intricate woodwork. Even from my brief look, i knew the craftsmanship here was something that could not be duplicated today at any price. Master artisans, possessed of now lost skills, had lovingly built here. Standing between the columns were two five panel lattice dividers carved from teak. I had seen several like it before, but never imagined anything of this quality and size. Again, that curious mix of east and west. She led me past them into a library area that took up a third of the room. It contained floor to ceiling bookcases, a desk setting on one side, and a comfortable looking sitting area on the other. Everything i had seen had a special unexpected quality. The overall effect was a strict conservatism coupled with an indolent oriental feel of luxurious ease. It is a polemic contradiction that somehow meshed together subtlety. We went thru arched and paired glass doors which led back into the main gallery way, directly opposite the passage to the bathroom i had become so bewildered in earlier. She mentioned that there were two guest bedrooms to our right without leading me into them. We went left, down the gallery, past the entry hall and entered a bare almost empty room on the right. "This used to be the maid's room", She informed me nonchalantly, as though leading a man on a leash was the most natural thing in the world. It looked cold and empty compared to the splendor and warmth of those parts i had so far seen. There was only a single bed with a black rubber covering, a small bedside table with a wooden box and a clock radio on it. The single window had only a simple pull down shade. "Are you interested in the position?", She asked, looking directly at me. I was most conscious of her eyes; they seemed to be examining the innermost corners of my mind that i was unaware of, or at best, only dimly conscious. "Position?" "Yes christopher, the vacant maid's position." "Maid position!?" "Why yes." "I have found young men like you are very suitable, after proper training of course, to serve as a Lady's maid." "Here let me show you something." She reached into a near closet and took out a classic black satin French maid's uniform trimmed with white lace and held it up against me. "Definitely suitable for you." "In fact, you have lovely legs that I am sure would be enhanced by stockings and proper high heels." Although my mind was reeling, i said nothing, feeling at the same time the burning blushing of my cheeks. The images of being a uniformed maid attending to Her most intimate wants excited me beyond measure. "Nothing to say I see, demureness is a quite suitable trait for a potential male maid." She laughed slightly as She said it and returned the uniform to its place. Tugging the leash, She began to lead me out of the room. As we turned to leave, i glimpsed a large life size portrait on the wall. It was of a tall beautiful Woman in an equestrian costume, exaggerated slightly, holding a riding crop. With a start, i realized it was Miss Ellisia. Why, in particular, i couldn't understand, but the portrait seemed charged with an electric eroticism. Directly across the gallery, was another bedroom dominated by an extensive antique four poster canopied bed, curtains tied back at each corner. A large marble fireplace faced the bed; there was a settee, some chairs and a small table grouped around the slightly sooted aperture. The room also had two columns. They resembled white fluted ancient Greek pieces in the Corinthian style. Between the right-hand column and the fireplace was an elaborate marble topped vanity table with a gilded mirror above. obviously, this was Her bedroom. It felt oddly intimate to be in it. Thoughts of Her sitting at the vanity, or reclining on the great bed flashed thru my awareness. We sat on the settee and talked about various mundanities; of cabbages and kings. In time, She rose with a feline stretch. Then, leading me back into the gallery, the entry hall, and through a small door on the right, i began too appreciate the place i was in. I had never seen such a large kitchen, except once before in an old farm house. It was almost as large as my studio apartment. It had the look and feel of an old New England country house. The ceiling was beamed with rough aged gray rafters. Floor was various reddish hues of slate. The white grouting in between each slate formed a pleasing geometrical pattern that implied order in a homey atmosphere. In the far corner, by the window was a large old wooden table surrounded with a variety of equally old wooden chairs. Hanging from a beam just above the table was a polished bronze ship's lantern not unlike the many that adorned the MAC premises where i had met this strange fascinating Lady. Opposite the table area was another door leading back into the gallery and just across from the library/ dinning room. We went thru the portal, across the gallery, into the salon archway again back to the sitting places we had left. Again, i was sitting on the cushions, looking up at Miss Ellisia, very conscious of Her lascivious half naked breasts. She fed me another sip of scotch. A faint dark grayness, barely visible through the windows, made us aware that dawn was approaching. "Dawn is so stately and comforting when facing East; it's unfortunate mine face West," She said wistfully. "Have you ever seen the sunrise from at a ship at sea?" "No, Miss Ellisia." "Oh that is really a pity, I think one day you will." "When that day comes, you will think of me, associating me with the sunrise." Although i remained silent, i had not the slightest doubt that She was right. She stood, putting Her hands on Her hips, which i later came to know as a very characteristic gesture. "You will be unlocked now. " "I want you to go back into the bathroom and prepare yourself to go home." However, you are to leave the panties on. " "Since you have soiled them, you must clean them yourself!" I bowed my head, aware of the damp spot that had formed from my constant state of titillation. She proceeded to inform me on how to hand launder such articles. Mischievously She added, "who knows, such a skill may be useful for you to know some day". With that, She took off a silver chain She wore that held a small key. It proved to be the one for the collar and cuffs which She unlocked. Looking down at me, She imperiously pointed to the archway. Without embellishment She simply stated "go". We stood in the entry hall near the apartment door. How desperately i wanted to tell Her how i felt, but could not find the words. I felt rather absurd at being so inarticulate. She extended Her hand. With both mine, i took it, kneeling, adoring, and kissed passionately. As i rose, She said nothing but i imagined Her thinking the word suitable. Shortly afterward, i was on West End Avenue looking for a cab to take me home - tired - confused - enthralled. CHAPTER III - SATURDAY MORNING "She dazzles like the dawn and comforts like the night" . Baudelaire Several months had passed since i had first met THE LADY. So much had changed for me in ways i could not have imagined before. She had uncovered layers of myself i did not know were there. As a man, i had changed into something else, something which i would have once found repulsive. Her word for me is sissy, how odd and strange. Yet that is what she has crafted me to be. Paradoxically, the more effeminate and servile i have become, conforming to Her design, the more intrinsically masculine i feel at times. It is so clear now, looking back at all that has transpired, that this was Her design from the beginning. I remember so well, Her repeated use of the word 'suitable' when we had first met. Promptly, at ten AM, i stood in front of the apartment house as required. Usually, i am required to arrive on Friday evenings for strict weekend servitude, but this week, ten AM Saturday was specified. Months ago, i learned never to question Mistress's instructions. There was a slight hesitation and nervousness before the bell was pressed. Once inside the building, i knew i would be under Her thumb completely until dismissed. After i rang, She asked over the intercom, "who is it?" Meekly, i replied "chrissy", the name She had assigned me. The door buzzed open. Walking through the grand lobby, i heard the massive CHUNG sound as the building door shut so solidly behind me. Every time i heard it, it seemed as if another final chapter of my former self had closed. Yet i knew i could not consider simply walking away from the entire situation; my lust for Her held me more securely than any bonds She could impose. Taking the elevator to six, i stood before Her door with mounting apprehension knowing what i would shortly become. Mistress opened the portal, took my hand and led me to the living room/salon. As i followed, i became extremely erect, aware of the delicious transformation that awaited me. As we passed through the entry hall and gallery, i was half aware that my submission to Her wishes is, by design, tied to the admiration and desire i felt for Her. As usual, upon arriving at Mistress Ellisia's, i was required to fully strip and hang my clothing neatly in the rear bedroom closet. Mistress thoroughly inspected my nakedness to make sure my entire body had been fully shaved, perfumed and powdered as i had been trained. Apparently satisfied, She made sure my hair was clean and fluffy as She insisted it must be. At that point, my hands were tightly cuffed behind my back, a locked collar and leash securely attached. Oh, how i had learned to crave and welcome such utter submission to Her whims. She teased me mercilessly about my erection as She led me to a leather divan. After She sat down, She had me kneel before Her, tugging my head down with the leash. On the couch, next to Her, was laid out the black satin maid's uniform. It was crisp and freshly dry cleaned; the white lace trim contrasted starkly with the gleaming smooth fabric. It had become the symbolic totem of Her strict supervision. Mistress Ellisia crossed Her legs. How quickly had been the transition of address; Miss Ellisia to Mistress Ellisia. She had become MISTRESS so totally. I found it hard to think that not very long ago, i had called Her simply Miss Ellisia; it seemed almost sacrilegious. She wore green leather slacks with a white ruffled blouse. She dangled one of Her spike heeled shoes in front of my face. Slowly, She unbuttoned Her blouse revealing Her fulsome pulchritude, nipples exposed. My penis gorged at the sight of Her, bulging uncontrollably. Looking at me with Her Mona Lisa penetrating smile, She informed me, "We'll fix that nasty little thing, won't we sissy". After all, a sissy boy like you isn't allowed to have an erection is he? " "No Mistress Ellisia. " Looking up at Her adoringly seemed so natural now. From the very first, it was the position i had known. I had truly come to worship this Lady in ways i had never dreamed of before. Not very long ago, i could not imagine that any youthful twenty-five year old would ever be involved with a Lady twice his age. Never in my wildest dreams could i have foreseen the ways a male can be so subverted a creature as i now am. "Very well, chrissy, you may now kiss and lick my shoe." Yes Mistress Ellisia." A feeling of warmth shot thru me, part of it was intense gratitude. Briefly, i stared at the shiny black patent heel in front of my face seeing my own reflection in it. Slavishly i licked and kissed, finally taking the long spike heel into my mouth sucking it deeply as i had been so thoroughly taught. She picked up a leather riding crop from the table beside the couch. Inserting the tip into my mouth, She allowed me to suck it as i had done Her heels. "Very well chrissy", Mistress said while tugging on the leash, "position yourself over my lap for correction." Awkwardly i did so. Firmly, She shifted me securely over Her thighs, grasping my erection tightly with Her leather clad legs. My face felt the flush of embarrassment mingled with delicious sexual excitement; the feelings merged into one. She reached under to touch the tip of my penis feeling the warm droplets of sperm forming there. "My, My, chrissy, you must really want to be spanked don't you?" "Getting messy like that without my permission!" "Please Mistress", i stammered. "Nonsense!" She began to thoroughly crop my buttocks and thighs. Shortly, the tears were running down my face as She severely spanked me. Finally i was sobbing - crying, both from the pain and intense humiliation of what was happening to me. A strong young man, naked, locked and helpless being strictly punished by a Lady for the slightest infraction of Her will. "Please, oh please Mistress Ellisia, please don't spank me anymore", i begged. "I'll be good, very good", i promised. "Oh no, you nasty little boy", She laughed, "I decide when such things begin, when they end". The riding crop came down again and again each stroke burning into me, my penis growing harder and harder between Her legs. Finally, gratefully, it stopped. "Now you're going to be locked in your silly little cock cage." "No more erections for you." "How dare you get hard like that!" "I find it most insulting." "Get off my lap and kneel." Of course, i did so at once. "Go fetch your cage" She ordered. "Yes Mistress Ellisia." Still on my knees, i opened a drawer in the end table just by the couch, removing the metal and leather chastity device. My erection was throbbing on the point of ejaculation as i held it up to Her like some offering to an ancient Goddess. Mistress looked at me with amusement. "Dear me, however are We to put you in locked chastity, which we both know you belong in, when your nasty thing is in such a disgusting state?" Her tone was extremely sarcastic. Immediately, She began whipping my penis with the crop until, in pain, it withered down, limp and red. "That's so much better, you little sissy. " "Oh, oh Mistress Ellisia." She squeezed the cruel device on me and ran the restraining strap around and behind the scrotum. Her touch started my penis to harden at once, but once on, erection was impossible; terribly restrictive. With a short sharp CLICK, the lock closed making my sexual imprisonment permanent until my Lady choose to unlock me. She chuckled at my discomfiture, my condition. "Isn't that so much better", She inquired? My head bowed very submissively, i murmured "yes Mistress Ellisia, thank you Mistress Ellisia". It was not mere rote, i meant every word. Somehow the fact of being so intimately restrained, is far more erotic than simple passion. I knew that i would remain so locked under Her strict sexual control for as long as it suited Her fancy. Still cuffed, Mistress led me on the leash to the master bedroom; the very soul of the apartment. There i was laced into an old fashioned Victorian corset that i had been introduced to early on. It was white, trimmed in pink satin and white lace. It was heavily boned and extremely restrictive, yet looked very feminine. Mistress laced it as tight as possible reducing my waist to a narrow girlish size. At the same time, it accented my hips and exaggerated the buttocks. Finished imprisoning my body in the corset, She led me back to the salon. As always, the undulating gait She had, produced it's magic on my senses. She sat on the couch and removed the handcuffs and leash. Looking deep into my eyes, She softly informed me, "now, my dear boy, you may dress in the attire you know you belong in". "Yes Mistress", i whispered. First, i took the frilly pink and white garter belt and fastened it around my waist as she watched. The feel of the suspenders dangling on my thighs always seemed to be a harbinger of things to come. Carefully, i put on the seamed black stockings making very sure the seams were straight. As i stared at the articles laid out on the couch, i was almost glad i was imprisoned since my penis would surely betray the emotions i felt - if it could. At the time, i was not at all that comfortable with the word that describes what i am; transvestite. As i looked at the pink and white panties, the kind they call rumba or sissy pants with rows of ruffles down the back, my confused thoughts drifted. My reverie was quickly broken by the sting of Mistress's riding crop sharp against my stockinged thighs. "Well!" "Do you want to go over my knee again?" "Oh no Mistress, please don't punish me." Quickly, i picked up the panties and stepped into them, pulling them tightly up to my waist. Without further hesitation, i put on the patent four inch heels feeling the tense bulge of my leg muscles as i stood in them. They had little ribbon bows in the front which seemed just the undeniable little fillip that enhanced the whole. "Yes, that's so much better." "Now walk around the room for me like the sissy you are". Obeying at once, i minced around the room in the way i knew She wanted. As i passed a large gilded mirror, i felt a strange thrill as i glimpsed the reflection. After my display, she had me kneel directly in front of Her and applied lipstick and makeup to my face. My head arched backward for Her convenience. Although, at this point in my training, i was capable of corseting myself and doing my own makeup, She seemed to take a special pleasure in Her own applications of such things. "Well chrissy, what is it, what special thing do you want now?" She said it with a not quite hidden leering glee and de facto superiority. We both knew exactly what my answer would be since it had been imbued, sometimes painfully, into my being. Knowing it and feeling it, however, are far different universes as i knelt there under Her gaze, then actually saying it. "My maid uniform, Mistress Ellisia", i mumbled. "The maid's uniform?" "Really, sissy chrissy I could hardly hear you." "Tell me why you want it, and please, do speak up. " "Because...uh...because...i am...a sissy maid...because...i belong in it...belong to..to you." Oh god, i could not believe this was happening to me. I sobbed out the words on the verge of tears. Brusquely, She handed me the black satin uniform. Numbly, i held it for a second before sliding it over my head; careful not to muss my hair or makeup. It slid over me like a chill smooth caress. The hem licked my thighs falling just above the knees, so that if i bent, my ruffled panties would be exposed. It barely covered the stocking tops. MALE SISSY MAID, it ran thru my mind like the sting of Her riding crop on my thighs or buttocks. Mistress grasped my ear, pulling me up to a standing position; instinctively, my legs came demurely together before i wriggled into the chiffon and taffeta petticoats. Mistress rose majestically, standing behind me. I felt the maid's cap placed on my head. Her arms brushing around my waist, Her slightest touch exciting me beyond words. The white satin and lace apron was very tightly tied around me with a frilly big bow in back. The act of being aproned by Her sent convulsions thru me; it seemed so final - a cumulating final ritual. The dampness in my panties grew. The love, the love i felt for Her - so intense. She took me by the ear again and stood me in front of a mirror; i almost fainted seeing the reality of the reflection. Beautiful Mistress waved a lovely red nailed finger in front of my face and i immediately knelt in response to Her signal. She placed the vermilion enameled nail on my lip and i reverently began to suck it gently. Slowly She inserted it deeper into my mouth as i fellated. Mistress had ingrained in me the Female role of being penetrated. Slowly, i had become accustomed to the full appreciation, that for me, my mouth is the primary male sex organ; to be used when, where, and if She desired. I knew that such usage was for Her whims, pleasures or purposes; my feelings and needs counted for little. Yet, at the same time, my continued subversion brought more and more pleasure. William Butler Yeats said it so well, "a terrible beauty is born". I hope he can forgive me for quoting him in this context. Then again, war and love are the faces of Janus; are they not? As i sucked the shapely finger, firmly inserted into my lipsticked mouth, my testes ached with denial. Beneath the frilly panties, i could feel the straining of the strict control She insisted upon. Erection, so desired now that it is forbidden, was not possible, restricted as it was to a pathetic dribble rather than the ejaculation of release. Lady Ellisia knew full well the effect of my situation, the humiliating damp spot forming on the front of the panties i wear. She always refers to the droplets as 'sissy tears'. Yet, as i knelt in my petticoats, heels, apron and uniform, i was grateful to be permitted the privilege of such servitude to be the creature She had made of me. The pull of stockings against the suspenders, as frilly as the drawers, the breathless pressure of the corset; all contribute sexual overtones. At a certain point, Mistress removed Her finger. "Very good chrissy, you may someday be satisfactory as a Ladies house maid." "Your lipstick is smeared, go to the dressing table and repair it", She commanded. "Yes Mistress Ellisia, thank you." I stood before Her and curtsied as gracefully as i could. The thought again occurred how very well i had been conditioned; had my curtsy been sloppy, or heaven forbid forgotten, it is a certainty i would be over Her knee for instant correction. Walking with the required small mincing steps on four inch heels, i went to the vanity and touched up my lipstick. It seemed almost second nature now to wear it; a far cry from the day when She had first announced that lipstick was henceforth mandatory and suitable. When i returned, Mistress was sitting in Her favorite chair. Curtsying once again, She nodded Her approval. Being the male maid i now am, Her approval pleased me; i blushed. "Make me some fresh coffee, serve it here": "Then lay out my tweed suit with the appropriate accessories". Respectfully, i bowed and attended to Her wants. One of the indescribable agonies and ecstasies of being a disciplined maid is the intimacy, the close proximity, of dressing Mistress. So much leads up to it; the washing and ironing of Her undies, maintenance of wardrobe, polishing of shoes, keeping the closets neat and clean. I take a great pride in doing it well. Also, well aware that the slightest lapse means strict painful punishment. Lady prefers over the knee spankings for me until tears run down my face, backside pink from the strokes of Her riding crop. Sometimes, when She finds me especially 'bad', She espouses very strict, very hard canning. I waited in the master bedroom until She finished Her coffee and was ready to be dressed. The clothing specified was neatly laid out. When She entered, i instantly knelt. Without a word, i removed Her clothing, carefully folding each piece as i did so. Naked, She towered over me; my Empress. Before dressing Her anew, i rouged each nipple. My finger felt the electric sensation that always flowed from Her body - it flooded me. First, i applied powder to Her legs, arms and lower back; then perfume. Of the new clothing, ready for Her sweetness, first was cream colored tap panties. Head bowed, i held them open for Her feet, then pulled them up snug, tight and delicious. A beige bra followed. As i clasped it, i could feel the weighty womanliness that it encased. Kneeling, i had to reach when positioning Her lace trimmed slip. It brought my face flush against Her posterior. Graciously, Mistress allowed me to kiss Her there. The perfume i had applied earlier inflamed me further. Light stockings followed. Mistress permitted me to gently kiss each thigh as i finished fastening each one to Her garters. Her skirt looked so trim and lovely after i zipped it up. With trembling fingers, i buttoned up the blouse She would wear this afternoon. I held up the brown tweed jacket that matched Her skirt; She placed Her silk clad arms into it. Mistress looked so stunning. Inadvertently, i kissed both feet when i placed Her brown pumps on. Instead of punishing me, Mistress looked benign allowing me to kiss the tips of Her heels as well. Oh, what pleasure to be allowed such favor! Lady looked at Herself in the mirror, apparently pleased. She ordered, "get my taupe cashmere coat". Going to the entry hall closet, i fetched the sensual coat and held it up for Her to don. From experience and Her choice of clothing, i knew She would be going out for the afternoon. Before leaving, Mistress locked dainty chain fetters around my ankles. It made certain that in Her absence i could only take delicate little steps. Similarly, my wrists were also so locked. My Lady insists that males placed under extreme Female supervision have little freedom of movement without explicit permission. The rule applies when She is present; indeed, especially so when She is not. I accompanied Her to the apartment door, holding it open for Her. Before exiting, She reached under my skirts making sure my chastity was securely locked -that i could not masturbate while She was away. Resigned, i settled down to the domestic household chores assigned. First, i washed and dried whatever glasses and dishes were in the sink. I wiped down all the kitchen appliances as well as the wonderful old country table. Satisfied that the kitchen would pass Mistress's critical eye, i readied the vacuum cleaner to do all of the main rooms as well as the halls. From time to time, i checked the written schedule that was left for me. Lonely, during the long hours of household drudgery, the true significance of my servility becomes so real. The rustle of petticoats, the static of stockinged legs rubbing against each other, the inescapable fact of my penis locked too Her will and whim; i feel so owned. Never, for a single moment can i escape the reality of the maid uniform i am in - the Lady who exercises such a spell on me. For a brief while, i took a break, having some tea in the kitchen. Before returning to my chores, i touched up my lipstick and hair. Seeing myself in the mirror shocked me a little. Yes, it was me. Nature called as it does. However, rather than standing and facing the bowl, i gathered up my skirts, pulled down my panties and sat; exactly as a girl would - exactly as a sissy boy would. As i pushed my penis down, panties gathered at my ankles, i was acutely aware of the device which imprisoned me. It is constructed of a series of four stainless steel rings connected with leather strips. While it allows normal urinary functions, erection is impossible. The psychological result is a penis smaller than an infant's. Mistress berates me constantly about it. She informs me in no uncertain terms that it belongs in panties. "What Woman would want a silly thing like that." Sometimes, it makes me feel so faint to think that i once was a stereotypical man. Mistress's very nearness excites me beyond contemplation. At times i want to break away, never to return. Deep down, i know i never will, especially now that She has promised a significant escalation of submission to Her desires. Late in the afternoon, about four, i was busy with my feather duster in the dinning room when the intercom sounded. "Mrs. Hochborgs residence", i answered. "It's me chrissy, buzz me in." "I forgot my key." "Yes Mistress." It felt so good that She was back. Is this what a pet feels when it's master returns? CHAPTER IV - SATURDAY EVENING "He's a fool, who thinks by force or skill to turn the current of a Woman's will." Samuel Tuke Mistress entered, Her cheeks a pretty red from the blustery weather outside. She stood so i could remove Her coat and hang it up. As i did so, She casually informed me that delivery people from the butcher and grocery would arrive later and that i was to put everything away in it's proper place. The instruction was something of a shock making me rather nervous since only Mistress had (at least as yet) known me in my transformed state. Carefully, i smoothed Her cashmere coat in the closet so it would hang straight. Finished, i followed Her into the main room. She had settled in a leather club chair near the fireplace. Seeing me approach, She ordered a glass of blackberry brandy which i provided. For some reason, i felt somewhat smug knowing exactly what glass to bring the liquor in without having to be told. Meekly, i stood by the chair awaiting any further instructions that might come. Without a word, She pointed to the hearth. Knowing She wanted it lit, i did so, first arranging the kindling under the larger logs. Returning to Her chair, i curtsied before Her, perversely enjoying Her amused smile. With a relaxed sigh She stretched sinuously unwinding from Her shopping expedition. Unbuttoning Her blouse, She drew out the silver chain which held the keys to my fetters and penis cage. Bending, She unlocked the ankle restraint. Her movement was a controlled gracefulness; almost feline. The wrist fetters were also removed. Mistress told me to pull down my panties. I did so very aware of the feeling as they slid down my stockinged legs, resting in disarray around my high heeled shoes. It felt so odd to be formally uniformed yet having my panties rumpled around the ankles in full view. Flicking Her wrist upward, i responded, lifting up my skirt and petticoats, exposing myself. I knew She wished to inspect the most intimate of imprisonments. Her fingers lifted my locked genitals, thoroughly inspecting every aspect. I knew i would be extremely erect under Her scrutiny if not properly locked. In a strange way, it is both pleasing and erotic to be so inspected by a Lady when in my peculiar helpless situation. Mistress Ellisia passed Her fingers over the head of the penis, squeezing gently and noting the droplets forming there. "My my, I see sissy tears don't I chrissy." "Yes Mistress Ellisia", i replied deeply mortified. My face turned red, flushed with shame, she inserted two fingers into my mouth. "Now lick off every drop, you silly sissy." "Do you know why I keep your wimpy tiny penis properly restrained chrissy?" "Yes Mistress", i replied very softly. "It is because....because i am a...a..sissy maid and not permitted to....to..be a real man". "Yery good, what else?" "Because it is so....so small...too small to be of any interest to a beautiful Lady, Mistress, and should be.....be safely put away under frilly pan...panties", i stammered. "Yes, so very true! " "Do continue, with more reasons." "A sissy maid is not allowed to have a disgusting erec....erection, because....because it makes a nasty ugly bulge in....in....my panties." "So be it, you have learned your lessons well, perhaps I will allow you to masturbate yourself for my entertainment this weekend." "Would you like that, chrissy?" "Oh yes, please yes, Mistress Ellisia", i answered, nearly faint with sexual humiliation, longing for permission. At that moment, the doorbell rang shattering the tableau with what seemed a screaming clangor. The mood was instantly broken. It was a delivery man, no doubt in my mind. The body froze, rigid as a glacier peak under eternal snows. Inwardly i cringed, thinking how i must appear to another man. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE YOU RIDICULOUS SISSY, PULL UP YOUR PANTIES AND ANSWER THE DOOR!" "IMMEDIATELY!" In absolute panic i drew up my pink panties, the exaggerated white ruffles rasped against the petticoats. As i hurried to the entry hall, i attempted to smooth my apron and skirts. I stood there waiting, actually trembling. At last there was an incessant knock. As i opened the door, i kept well behind it, trying to be as hidden and inconspicuous as possible. Both delivery men had arrived at once, each carrying a large cardboard box deeply laden with victuals. First to enter was a large nondescript older man, his face marked by the decades he had seen; wars fought, a rapid life now gone. On his heels a young boy, hard and tough looking, spawn of the streets; the world stretching out before him like a blank canvas. Ellisia directed them into the kitchen and had them put the boxes on the large working table near the sinks. The older man grunted as he deposited his burden. She led both men back to the hall, tipped and thanked them politely. I remained at the door mutely, deeply self conscious of my status and appearance; expecting at any moment to be laughed at, reviled. Both men left, barely glancing at me. I realized gratefully, that despite my obvious male haircut, they had assumed me to be exactly what i appeared to be, a uniformed Ladies menial. Their interest was nothing more than the tip they had received and thoughts of the next delivery -just one more in the daily round. Mistress had no comment and i proceeded to store away the meat, poultry, vegetables and sundry. It occurred to me, while putting away the groceries, that Ellisia's earlier remarks concerning the escalation of my training, was directly connected to exposure and servitude to others. Never before in Her program had She exposed me to others - until today. After a final check of the kitchen, satisfied that all was in order, i went back to the salon, skirts and petticoats rustling. Returned before Her, i curtsied deeply as always i must. "You passed that little test tolerably well ", She commented. "Now, kneel, remove my shoes and massage my feet." Mistress Ellisia chatted about Her shopping trip as i massaged Her. I just adore such domestic moments. She speaking about the days events as i do what i have been told. Such simple occurrences have become encrusted with electric overtones that never go away. Others, like myself, have later told me that such constant, albeit low voltage sexual excitement, is both the mark and reward of a submissive. Concentrating on my podial task, my eyes occasionally strayed to look up Mistress's dress. The sight of Her lovely stockinged legs and the wonderful vee under Her beige lace finery thrilled me beyond measure. How i adore Her! How i have come to know that my position as spanked male maid is a privilege. 'Rara Avis'. Massaging Her feet, concentrating on Her crimson toes, i thought of my previous life as a typically stupid male animal. Now uniformed in satin and lace, obedient to the snap of Her fingers, i knew this is the way it should be. It is right and correct. Ellisia is not only my owner, but Goddess as well. I continued to rub Her lovely feet, pausing now and again to kiss Her toe. It seemed so very important to do it well; not only because of the fear of a strict spanking, but because i truly wished to please Her. Abruptly, She kicked Her feet away from my hands. Bending slightly, She reached under my sissy frills to caress my indigo testicles, chuckling lightly to Herself. Her face an enigma with shards of amusement, disdain, absolute confidence and awareness of Her power over me clearly visible. Involuntarily, i moaned as She touched me. Openly entertained, Her laughter echoed through my being. Mistress stood. "You are such a pathetic sissy boy. " "If only all men were placed in strict servitude as you are, what a better world it would be." Still kneeling, i watched Her wriggle Her panties off, a delicious whiff wafting thru the air, mingled with the smell and sound of the wood fire behind us. Mistress brushed them across my upturned face, then rubbed the delicate fabric against my lips and nose. A long low moan escaped my throat. I longed for Her with a burning white desire beyond desire, a longing intensity hotter than suns in nova. She stepped behind me and secured my arms behind the back still chortling to Herself. Satisfied, She again sat placing Her left hand on my neck. Fully cognizant of my intense arousal, She slowly spread Her legs in front of my eyes. Her hand guided my face between Her thighs and pressed mouth against the divine font of Her shaved vulva. Moaning longingly, i murmured Her name; " Oh Mistress Ellisia, Oh Mistress, i....love ....you ....so ....so much"! Buried myself between Her thighs, i sought Her essence with my tongue. Sharply, She stiffened and pulled my head away, slapping me across the face at the same time. "SILENCE, you silly boy!" "Behave correctly as I have taught you." She slapped me again with real anger, highly displeased. Oral servitude is a special privilege that must be done exactly as demanded and i had failed to follow the strict specifications in my excitement. Bowing my head in shame, knowing full well i would be severely spanked for my lapse, i begged forgiveness. "Oh please Mistress, i am so sorry, i could not help it." "Please allow me to worship you correctly." "Please put my face between your legs - please permit me." She softened visibly with a little half smile. Inevitably, i would be punished, placed over the knee and whipped to copious tears. I had sinned, made nasty noise during that most special privilege - oral adoration. She grasped the hair on the nape of my neck and pulled me to the altar. "Let us try again sissy." Silently, i kissed, sucked and tongued in the manner i had been educated for. The finest universities in the East had not taught me such wonder. Mistress taught me this. Grateful, so grateful, i pressed against Her. In my mind, as Her fluid passed into me, tongue deeply inserted, i remembered Her earlier words when we had first met. "You will learn, I expect, that your primary sexual organ is your mouth, to be placed when, where and if it pleases me." "Only when it pleases me." One of my regular duties as a maid is to shave Mistress's legs and private parts; then to massage them with skin lotion. Now, kneeling in worship, i was so acutely aware of the many times i had attended to Her. Reverently, i sucked deeply. With great difficulty, i restrained from making sounds that betrayed my passion. I am forbidden to make sounds as i worship my beautiful Mistress in the meticulous fashion i am permitted. After a time, Her holy flow began; slowly at first, i licked up every drop swallowing each precious bit. My lips and tongue caressed Her labia respectfully. My excitement was boundless, bordered by the bonds that are my lot. Mistress began to flow copiously and i tried to swallow every drop, but some escaped my efforts. Shortly my face was covered with Her quivering essence; it felt so good and warm. Having Her wetness on my face, i hoped i would be tied in the apron forever. After a final intense spasm, She pushed my head away, laughing again. "You little worm, I wanted you to drink every drop, but since your makeup is smeared, it is clear you did not." "Go to the dresser and fix your face, pathetic sissy!" "Report back to me when you are finished." Sitting at the vanity, i renewed my eye shadow, mascara, rouge and lipstick. Before returning, i looked in the mirror making sure my stocking seams were straight, apron correctly aligned, petticoats not showing beneath my maid's uniform. It felt so foolish, so.....so sissyish. Yet, i would not change an iota. Once again in the living room, i completed my curtsy. Mistress put a slim leather collar on my neck, locking it with a final CLICK. She clipped a leash onto it and led me to the kitchen. There, i was informed that i was to prepare dinner and later to serve it in the dinning room. It would not be a table setting for one, but for three! She laughed at the stunned expression i exhibited. "Did you hear me sissy slave?" "Yes Mistress," i replied, curtsying very low, bowing low, my face a crimson red. "Very well, sissy slave, go about your chores." "Yes Mistress." As i worked in the kitchen, i was very aware of the locked collar around my neck. Mistress knows i am submissive and docile, but when She cares to emphasize a point, She prefers to do so with leash and locked collar. Being led on a leash, beyond the fact that it is locked, is most mortifying, yet very appropriate to what She refers to as 'my place'. Prior to meeting the Lady who owns me so completely, i knew nothing of cooking. Now, i take a small certain pride that i can adequately prepare simple meals for Her. My culinary skills are meager, but Mistress has seen fit, from time to time, too add to my repertoire. On occasion, i have been put over Her knee, panties pulled down, and severely spanked for any lapse in my lessons. With great trepidation, i prepared the meal for tonight. Oh dear! I was so afraid, Mistress had decided to exhibit me in front of quests. Oh dear! I sauteed mushrooms and shallots in a light butter and virgin olive oil; there was just a trace of powdered mustard in the sauce. Mistress, She is such an excellent instructress in so many ways. To my surprise, i have learned that good food, properly prepared, correctly done, is one of life's sublime joys. After the initial preparations were finished, i went into the dinning room to set the table. For three tonight - Oh dear, three! I knew Mistress often entertained at home, since i had often cleaned up after such occasions. Her social life was active, from what She has chosen to tell me when She feels chatty. There have often been pecker tracks across Her bed. Nasty signals of night's passion. Frankly, i prefer to see such visitors locked securely as i am; spanked and disciplined. Whatever Mistress does, tonight i am permitted to stay. M. Ellisia swept into the kitchen, startling me as i was absorbed in the meal preparation. The large working table was covered with the items i had ready for the oven in accordance with Her menu. The Cornish hens were filled with a wonderful apple, pear and mushroom stuffing. Ingredients for a simple endive salad were ready. Fresh asparagus were prepared for the steamer. Herbs and spices laid out in an orderly fashion awaiting their destiny. A special mocha coffee was brewing combined with just a taste of chicory. Mistress was clearly satisfied with everything; i glowed with pleasure. Together, we went into the dinning room. Under Her direction, i set the table. Since the table is large, and there would only be three, i placed a fine linen tablecloth only over that half nearer the windows. The other half was left uncovered, but adorned with an attractive floral arrangement atop the polished wood. The crisp linen napkins matched the tablecloth. The silverware was elegant yet simple; a plain unobtrusive pattern as was the five tined candelabra. All was conservative in plain white and silver. The dishes, however, presented a riot of color; Japanese Imari ware in bold contrasting colors. Such juxtapositions, i now knew, were the hallmarks of Her style. Curiously, it also typified MAC, my employer. After the room was set, Mistress ordered "run my bath, I will be in the library". Of course, i hurried to do so; after curtsying, i backed demurely out of the room, head bowed, hands clasped across my apron and taking small mincing steps appropriate to my station in this household. I prepared the bath, making sure the water was at the correct temperature. Aromatic salts and oils were mixed in as i knew She would want. When i presented myself in the library, i found Mistress seated at Her desk examining some papers. When i curtsied before Her, i felt the familiar pull of my stockings against my garter belt. As i awaited Her direction, my mind raced wondering who the people would be that i would serve this night. My apprehension continued to grow knowing that our bizarre relationship would be exposed. Strangely, though, i looked nervously forward to it. Unexplainably, i felt a certain pride that i had been selected, chosen if you will, for servitude as a uniformed male maid to this magnificent Lady. With a final shuffle of papers, She rose from Her chair. Grasping the lobe of my ear, She led me into the master bedroom, i stumbled behind Her teetering on my high heels. The utter servility and ridiculousness of my situation thrilled me. Endlessly, i shed more sissy tears, the dampness on my elaborate panties never seemed to fully dry. In Her bedroom, She pointed imperiously at the floor, "kneel and undress me, slave". Reaching up, i unbuttoned Her blouse. My fingers trembled nervously as they brushed against Her breasts. Pulling down the zipper of the tweed skirt, my face further reddened, embarrassed by sexual arousal. Mistress smiled, knowing exactly what was wafting thru my mind as She seemed to know everything - every emotion, every feeling. I reached up behind to unclasp the bra, my face forced flat against Her warm tummy. M. looked down at me amused as i slid it off. Adoringly, i took off Her panties, half slip, garter belt and stockings. Her beautiful form towered over me, delicate Female scent directly in front of my face. She left me kneeling there as She wordlessly went to bathe. The shadow of Her smile haunted me. My lust and desire, so palpable, so intense. For several minutes, i knelt there softly weeping before i carefully put away my owner's clothing, like.....like.....the maid i am. Later, She called me into the bath to towel dry Her. Again kneeling, i rubbed Her thoroughly, hands trembling as i felt Her body beneath the terry cloth. Without having to be told, i applied the perfume She usually wanted after a bath. The fragrance was daubed under each arm and round breast, on each soft pink thigh, under both buttocks. Graciously, She allowed me to worshiply kiss Her bottom. Back in the bedroom, that sanctum sanctorum, i laid out the clothing She had selected. It was almost stereotypical of the classic dominatrix. With some effort, i laced on an extreme form molding leather corset that highlighted every curve of Her body. Deeply bending, i rolled up sheer black silk stockings. After thoroughly straightening each one, highly conscious of the feel of Her legs, i attached them to the six garters of the corset. The panties were of diaphanous black silk trimmed with exquisite black lace at the waist and hems. As i snugged them up, my hands passed briefly across Her warm soft bottom. A tingle of electricity surged thru my arms passing directly to the brain and pulsing penis. Never, in my previous life, had i conceived such sexuality, combined, as it is, with such strict control, restraint and denial. The bra M. had chosen was of black satin, fashioned like two delicate scallop shells with front closure. Like many of Mistress' bras, it left the nipples exposed, mams pushed upward. Although i had laundered this particular frippery several times, i had never seen it on Her before. It proved to be of significant enhancement to Her considerable attractiveness. For a few, all too brief moments, Mistress permitted me to kiss and suck both nipples - a privilege. Still trembling slightly, i ensconced Her upper body in a lushly gorgeous light gray silk blouse with natural pearl buttons. Mistress had once explained, at great length, the difference between natural and cultured pearls. She was adamant about many such distinctions. Frankly, i could not really understand such subtle preferences, but was dimly cognizant of the sociological consequences She had enumerated for me. M. smiled as i fumbled with the buttons of the blouse. "Poor little maid, you just love kneeling there dressing me, don't you?" Head bowed very low, i acknowledged the truth of Her words. "Yes, yes i do, Mistress." "You are making little sissy tears at this very moment aren't you?" Bowing head even lower, i confessed i was. To myself, i answered Her unasked question, Yes, i would much rather be there at Her feet, then anywhere else, oh yes, preferred being here, like this, than anything else. I laced up the black patent and suede boots, hoping i might be permitted to suck the six inch heels. Mistress did not indulge me the boon. The ritualistic dressing completed, She took my hand and we went into the living room. Ellisia sat in the leather couch nearest the fireplace. The embers were still glowing. "Christine, i want you to strip completely." "Do it now." Submissively, i stood before Her, naked, except for my secure chastity cage and locked collar. My Lady looked so gorgeous in Her attire, lounging languorously, legs crossed. Nipples were clearly discernible under the fabric of the blouse. The tight leather skirt was hiked up over Her shapely legs which gleamed in the black silk stockings i had so recently put on for Her. "Well sissy, tonight will be special for you, a turning point, as it were." "Go into the maid's room." "On the top shelf of the closet is a large box." "Fetch it!" Before leaving the salon, i gathered up my undies and uniform, taking them with me to hang up properly. It was one of the many things i now did without a second thought. Care of my accouterments is mandatory, failure is strictly punishable. Having a maid's uniform is a special favor for me for which i must have appreciation and respect. In the future, many told me how especially lucky i am to be allowed it. carefully, i folded my apron on the bed in the sparse maid's room. After hanging up my uniform, i took down the box from the closet shelf. curiosity reigned, i longed to open it. Back, before my Mistress, i knelt, holding up the box for Her. Ellisia took it and laid it down beside Her on the sofa. She took both my hands in Hers, squeezing gently. "I know you are very nervous, christine." "Tonight, you will serve quests for the first time." "Prior to today, it has only been you and I." "Tonight, because you have learned your lessons well, you will be introduced to a larger world." "Assuming you do well, I will train you further to be the feminized sissy maid you were born to be." "Understandably, this is almost traumatic for you." "The choice is yours, serve tonight, and you become ever so much more deeply ensnared in the web of submission I have woven for you." "Or, if you choose, you may leave, never to see me again." "If that is your choice, I will not answer your calls or letters or have any contact with you at all." "You will return to the world you have left, forever aware of what you have forsaken." "Consider carefully, think deeply." "Also, be informed, be warned, that if you stay, all you have been taught will seem like child's play compared with what will come." She squeezed my hands tightly and i squeezed back feeling nervous perspiration on my palms. I looked up at Her beautiful face. Mistress returned my stare impassively. Looking down, a faint smile on Her mouth, She ordered, "choose, my sweet little sissy, and do take your time, it is a crucial crossroads for you". It is said, that in times of extreme stress, emotion or trauma, one's life can flash thru mind in such a manner that one relives each instant. Kneeling before Mistress, hands clasped, my head on Her leather clad lap (over which i had been chastised so many times), every moment of our intimate involvement was re-experienced. Time seemed to pass so slowly; i writhed in turmoil, wondering how much was purely physical -how much internal. It seemed eternities passed, cosmos formed and died - galaxies spun. Jerked back to reality by the gentle pressure of Her finger under my neck, my head tilted upward, more by suggestion than force, i gazed into Her eyes. "Well?" "Oh Mistress.....i....i....love you so much.....so very much." " And?" "Stay, i wish to....to...stay." "Do you understand what that means chrissy?" "Yes Mistress." "You are sure then." "Yes Mistress." "Very well then, christine, I am pleased." CHAPTER V - SATURDAY NIGHT - THE DINNER "The flame first arose with the gleam in Her eye," Seilus Propertius Sitting quietly on the bed in the bare maid's room, i felt the latex sheets against my bare bottom and thighs. It had a curious effect, somehow consistent. The mysterious box was on my lap. After my abject yearning acquiescence to Her plans, i stared at it before the inevitable opening. Mistress had said i would find the contents most interesting - most 'suitable'. First, i removed the lid, underneath were overlapped layers of crinkly tissue paper. Lifting it aside, i saw and felt the smooth fabric beneath. One by one i removed the contents and laid the items beside me on the bed. Standing, i examined the special gift M. had selected for me. A maid's uniform astutely accessorized. Obviously, She had no previous doubts about which choice i would make this afternoon. The uniform was crafted of deep plum colored smooth fabric with a moire pattern woven into it. It caught the light in curious ways as i held it up against my body. The plum hue was so dark as to be almost black. It glistened, wavelike, in the dim light of the room as late afternoon sun canted through the window behind me. The corset was of the palest blue satin, trimmed with white lace as were the matching panties. Both were ornamented with plum ribbons and delicate bows. My waist was already severely restricted in the corset when Mistress entered the room. She sat on the bed, silently watching me dress in the new finery She had provided. Her legs were crossed so that i could see the flash of pink flesh above Her stocking tops under the leather skirt. Very conscious of Her presence, i fastened the silk stockings to the suspenders, furtively glancing up at Her. The garter belt was frilly in the extreme. Like the panties and corset, it was light blue satin with effusive white lace trim and the same plum colored bows and ribbons. Stockings secure, i smoothed the seams straight. Out of the corner of my eye i searched for Her approval. The Lady noticed my glance and smiled slightly. Reassured, i reached for the ice blue panties and stepped into them, feeling the luxe fabric slide up my legs ensconcing my locked genitals and exaggerated tush in the delirious sissiness the panties represent. Front, back and thigh openings had row upon row of elaborate white ruffles. The ricking was exaggerated beyond mere little girlish stereotypes, perhaps to drive deeply home the point being made. It seems the undies were on some one else's waist, the silky feeling caressing someone else's body. First left, then right, i put on the extreme spiked heels; a patent leather version of the same dark plum color as the uniform; tiny velvet plum bows accented them. Their height was higher than i had become used to and i tottered slightly. "Wait christine", M. ordered. "Pirouette for me so i can contemplate how well you wear your future." I minced around for Her. Oh, oh, how degrading this is! How utterly strange i thought. Yes. Yes, this is my future, planned for me by this Goddess. Yes, and how i wanted it! Dear Mistress, please teach me i pleaded in the secret chambers of the mind. She stood, picking up the bra and strode behind me. Mistress held it out for me to slip my arms into. As She clasped it tightly, i could feel the hard leather and wire stays underneath the blue satin. Fastened, i felt another sensation. My male breasts were pulled and arranged by the cunning device so that they jutted upward and out. Glancing down, i saw myself with oddly small Female shaped titties. Despite myself, the little protuberances turned me on further. As i looked, Mistress reached around and pinched both nipples with Her thumb and forefinger. To my surprise, both nipples instantly hardened - stiffening in a way i had never experienced before. "Now chrissy, put on your pretty new taffeta petticoats." I picked them up, ashamed of my own desire to wear them in front of Her. I stood shamefaced before Her. "Oh Mistress", i blurted almost sobbing. "Oh Mistress, oh Mistress", She mimicked sarcastically repeating my words and pained tone. "Put on your new maid's uniform, you silly thing." I picked up the servile symbol holding it up against myself; futilely trying to hide the bulging rod trapped inside it's locked restraint. Had i not been locked as securely as i was, i would have spurted uncontrollably there and then. "Well", She intoned. Shamefully, i slid the uniform over my head. It passed down with facile ease covering bra, corset, panties and petticoats. The hem was well above my knees, at least six inches above. The sleeves were of the ballooned 'leg of mutton' fashion gathered at the shoulder tips, ending abruptly well above the elbows in a froth of white lace. Bodice was cutaway squarely, exposing my shaved chest. Glancing down, i could see my little rounded breasts peeking out from the top of the dress. M. rouged both nipples, then applied small silver clips to each one. The pressure was somewhat painful and both became more erect than before. She held up the apron, sliding the straps over my shoulders and crisscrossing them in back. It was an archaic bib style, akin to those on the BBC Upstairs Downstairs series, reaching just below my new bra. It felt comforting when She tied it tightly behind me. Together, we went into Her bedroom where i was seated at the vanity. There, for the first time, i manicured and painted my nails. So many times had i done this for Mistress, that it felt so very odd to do it for myself. While my nails were drying, M. locked a dainty silver collar on my neck, replacing the leather one previously locked on me. Matching bracelets were locked on both wrists. From Her own jewel box, M. selected small silver earrings for me. When She left the room, i silently stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror as my nail polish dried. The reflection stared back like some exotic stranger that i could not recognize. My reverie of confused thoughts was interrupted by the sound of the little handbell M. used to summon me. Hastily, i scurried into the gallery, then to the salon. She was seated in a leather club chair thumbing through a magazine. On the marble topped table beside Her were others: 'Natural History', 'National Geographic', 'Skin Two', 'World of Latex' and 'Archaeology'. M. looked up briefly as i curtsied. She smiled. It was obvious She was pleased, which pleased me. "You look just scrumptious, chrissy." "Thank you, Mistress Ellisia", i replied with pleasure. "Bring a decanter of madeira, chrissy, and a glass for yourself if you wish it". Mistress sipped the sweetish wine inviting me to pour a glass; gratefully i did so. "It's still early", She said, glancing at a large grandfather clock across the room. "I don't expect my company until 7:30 or 8:00." "Why don't you enjoy the madeira and amuse yourself." "I know you enjoy my library, go browse if it pleases you." As usual, Mistress was right on target. From the beginning of our relationship and my introduction to Her home, i had been fascinated by the library brimming over with books of every description. After a deep curtsy, i passed into the dinning room bringing my glass. Once again, i admired the setting for tonight's dinner which i had arranged under Her direction earlier. Despite my trepidation about it, i was looking forward to it now, thinking how i would look and feel catering to strangers. Walking past the carved teak screens into the library, i at once began to randomly peruse amidst the thousands of volumes on the crowded shelves. There was so much here, like a feast. In a way it reminded of the groaning buffet tableau the MAC anniversary affair - a buffet of the mind, a feast for the soul. Eventually, i came across and pulled out a large hardcover illustrated edition of Pauline Reage's 'Story of O'. Settled comfortably in a softly upholstered chair, i marveled at the hundreds of fine pen and ink drawings in the book. Until i had discovered Mistress's erotica section months ago, i had never known such a wonderful species of literature existed. The genre had always been associated in my mind with the crude gross examples found in 'adult bookstores'. Here, in my Lady's collection were so many exquisite titles. Here, i had read 'Ring of Steel' by Jim Dickson, a masterful study of obsession and fetish fascination. In this room, the secret world of Victorian England was revealed in numerous novels by that talented and ubiquitous author 'Anonymous'. That writer had made 'Astrid Cane' live in my mind as no Woman from the pages of a book had ever done before. Time ceased as i became immersed in the world of 'O ' - a world not too far removed from the one i now inhabited and had been so willingly been led into, eyes open. Mistress quietly entered the room behind me and refilled my glass, leaving the decanter on the small table. Still behind me, She gently stroked my head. Her touch felt wonderfully loving. Moving my head upward to the right, i nuzzled Her hand, kissing Her long tapered fingers. She allowed me to appreciatively suck the tip of Her forefinger, inserting it slowly between my vermilion lips. "Sweet chrissy" She whispered. "Our guests will be here shortly." "Set all the lights on dim except for the entry". "For the dinning room, set the bronze lanterns only, no electrics." "We will dine and you will serve by oil lamp and candlelight." Laying the book aside, i stood and faced Her. "Yes Mistress Ellisia", i replied bowing low. As i went through the apartment adjusting the lighting, i realized what M. must have known for a long time. My required curtsy, so characteristic of what i had become, was not merely a ritual. It could be as expressive as a dance passage, denoting: appreciation, gratefulness, thanks or even resentment. It had become so instinctively ingrained in me, that it now unconsciously betrayed my emotions. Without doubt, M. had read the deep humility, love, obedience and respect i felt for Her. I remembered the many lessons i had learning to do it to Her satisfaction. The many strict spankings She had administered until it was done correctly. The buzzer from downstairs sounded. Tensely, i hurried to the entry hall and buzzed back down opening the lobby door. Nervously apprehensive, i waited for the visitors. A minute or so later, M. came over and unlocked the apartment door as i stood there mutely. While we waited, She reached over and gave my hand an affectionate little squeeze, then reached under my skirts and fondled my behind. She tweaked the waistband of my panties and rubbed my thighs before withdrawing Her hand. The gestures seemed almost whimsical. If it was Her intent to reassure me, She did just that; She also titillated me yet again. M. Ellisia opened the door when She heard the telltale clicks of heels approaching in the outer hallway. An attractive Woman of medium height appeared bundled in a dark fur coat, matching hat, scarf and leather gloves. As She entered, Mistress radiated a beautiful smile. The fur clad stranger also beamed and both spontaneously embraced. They kissed each other hard and deep with obvious passion. The ridiculous thought crossed my mind that these Ladies were not sisters! I stood there fascinated as a little mouse might be watching two kittens grooming each other playfully. The Lady turned Her back to me and i removed Her coat. Holding it on one arm, i took Her various accouterments as She handed them to me. The Lady was certainly accustomed to having servants available for such things. With their arms around each other's waists, they went into the gallery speaking rapidly and joyously as good friends do who have not seen each other for some time. Finished hanging the lush fur and other items, i followed after them. From the voices i knew they were in the salon. Pausing at the archway, i took a deep breath and entered. The ladies were seated at a trio of chairs grouped around a large table of hammered brass inlaid with Arabic designs just to the left of the arch. Automatically, i curtsied as always when entering Mistress's presence. "Christine, this is Miss Janis De Quincey, you will address Her as Mistress Janis." I swallowed hard, conscious of the silver collar on my neck. Dumbfounded for a few brief moments, i regained what little composure i had bowing low. During the submissive demonstration, i spread out my uniform skirt more than usual. With head still down, i wished that Mistress had instructed me on how to act, the desired deportment. She had left it up to me, it seemed clear, to grope my way. "Good evening, Mistress Janis", i stammered lamely. "Jan, this is my new maid christine, he (She emphasized the word HE) will serve us tonight. " M. Janis nodded sagely - the revelation did not surprise. Apparently She was accustomed to many things concerning servants. "Jan dear, would you like something to drink?" "Yes Elli, i would. " "Let me think what would be nice right now?" "Christine, what would you suggest?" My surprise must have showed, i had not expected to participate in the conversation. Again, i was confused for a moment. Almost instantly it dawned on me - my hesitation and nervousness is foolish. Here i was, a spanked male maid by my own choice and desire. The Rubicon had been crossed - this is my reality. "Well Mistress, i think the madeira we had earlier would be nice before dinner, or perhaps some Spanish sherry." "Yes the madeira would be just right", M. replied without looking at me. M. Janis nodded Her approval. Without being told, i went to the library to retrieve the decanter. Back in the kitchen, i took out a silver serving tray and fresh crystal glasses for both Ladies. After setting the tray on the brass table, i poured the rich liquid and handed one to each without mishap - a certain satisfaction on my part. I stood back near the archway attentive to anything they might need or want. The conversation flowed back and forth. I began to feel really comfortable, the situation natural. Unconsciously, my hands rested, clasped together, on the front of my apron. It was obvious that they had great affection for each other and i listened to every word as i stood quietly in the background. Whoever this Lady was, this M. Janis, She was certainly lovely to look at. The Lady wore a low cut leather dress, dark burgundy with matching spike heels. From Her tiny waist, i guessed She was as severely corseted as both M. and myself. When She reached into Her bag for a cigarette, i at once went over to light it for Her. Standing back enthralled, i watched their words sparkle, pretty and fascinating -as sharp rapiers on a dawn meadow. The buzzer rang again. I curtsied and went back to the foyer; both ladies ignored me. This time, much less nervous, i unlocked the door myself emulating Mistress. Just as the clicks approached, M. arrived to greet Her guest and i opened the door at the right moment. Rather than the last single dinner quest as expected, two Women entered. With a tinge of horror, i vaguely recognized both as they entered and effusively greeted Mistress. My new found confidence evaporated at once. Dutifully, i took the coats. Outer wear off, i realized where i had met one of them before. It was Evangeline, the maid from the MAC evening who had so interested me. The fact was unmistakable since She was wearing the very same black uniform. Once again i stared down at Her small breasts with the well remembered large hard nipples. She exhibited the very same lascivious glance. The other Lady, stunning in Her way, was also familiar but less clearly so. When i went back into the grand room, both Ladies were sitting in the same places as before. The new arrival occupied the third chair. Evangeline was kneeling at Her side. From Her position and demeanor, as well as my own limited experience in such obtuse things, i saw She was a disciplined submissive in as strict service as myself. Rising from my low curtsy when i entered, i caught the maid's knowing smirk. It seemed i exaggerated the entry curtsy more than necessary, quite unconsciously. I suppose i wanted to show these strangers how well suited i was to such a situation. It reflected on Mistress; it reflected on myself. Strangely enough, i suppose i wanted this other maid to know that i was just as good in my position as She in Hers. What a jarring contrast to my thoughts when i first encountered Her at MAC's. Oh, that damn smirk! "Anna, this is my maid christine." "Chrissy, this is Miss Anna Rhys, Mistress Anna to you." Pointing to the kneeling maid, M. informed me, "this is Evangeline, She is the property of M. Anna." "I believe you may have met before?" "Yes Mistress", i replied softly - blushing ever deeper. "Vangie, as we sometimes call Her, will assist you tonight." She looked sternly at the girl, "won't you vangie?" The poor thing blushed as deeply as i, and nodded. Her owner, Mistress Anna, smiled as She stroked the child's red cheek. Just what did 'assist' mean i wondered? Mistress Anna declined the wine, preferring a single malt scotch with one ice cube. I wondered where i had seen Her before; the face seemed so familiar. She allowed a glass of juice for Her maid which i fetched. Despite myself, i felt the same desire for Evangeline as i did the first time i had met her. Finished attending to the immediate wants of the new arrivals, i returned to the kitchen. After making some final last minute adjustments and finishing touches to a large ceramic platter prepared earlier, i brought it into the salon. It contained an assortment of cheeses and other tidbits with appropriate condiments. As i bent down to place the platter on the living room table, i knew my new panties were showing. "Oh Elli, I just love the ruffles," gushed M. Janis, "they look so cute on him." "Yes they certainly do," Mistress answered. "He just loves them also don't you chrissy?" Bleakly i replied, "yes Mistress", as submissively as i could. "Jan darling, would you like to examine him?" "Sure would". "Come here sissy," She replied addressing me directly. Still bent over the table, my eyes turned up to my Lady - imploring silently. How i wished i could simply disappear at that moment to avoid such intense mortification. Mistress returned my gaze with a hard smile silently informing me that such a situation was exactly the sort of thing She wished for me." "Don't just stand there bent over like a silly sissy." "Go over to M. Jan and lift up your skirts." Straightening, i obeyed. Resigned, i shuffled over to the Lady's chair. As i gathered up my hems in front of Her, my head bowed low, chin almost resting on my chest. Automatically, my heavily made up eyes closed. It was beyond words having these strangers see me like this. Unlike the delivery men earlier, these people knew exactly what i am - exactly what my relationship to Mistress is. Since the buzzer first rang earlier, my emotions were on a wild roller coaster ride, vacillating between conflicting extremes. The voice of my Mistress jolted me. "Higher, chrissy." "Pull those skirts up so Janis can see your pretty new undies." The voice seemed far away, but no less imperial. ln my mind's eye, i saw myself as i must have appeared to them with my uniform skirt and petticoats pulled up over the waist, apron all askew. My eyes squeezed further shut; i didn't want to see their expressions. Unbearably i felt myself becoming as stiff as possible given the severe locked restraint M. Ellisia mandated. I hated myself for the uncontrollable reaction and what it implied. Eyes still closed, i felt M. Janis' hand slide up my stockinged leg. She caressed my inner thigh moving Her fingertips over the top of the hose. She reached behind feeling the crisp ruffles of my panties and pinched my ass cheek. With both hands She reached up to squeeze my corseted waist. "El, you've just done wonders this time." "He's a perfect little sissy maid. " "Yes Jan, he has demonstrated some progress." "Actually, tonight is his very first time out." "It was only this afternoon that he successfully completed phase one of his indoctrination." As i heard M. speaking, i opened my eyes. Still standing exposed in front of the lovely M. Janis, i saw Her looking beyond me. Mistress Anna flashed an amused smile as She sipped Her rare whiskey. Her maid, that little tart, had Her hand over Her mouth giggling intermittently. Mistress Anna looked to Ellisia, setting Her glass on the table. "I assume he is properly secured." "Oh Ann, really, sometimes you are so naive, of course he is." "In fact the truth is, this one is more restricted than any of the others at this stage. " "May I Ell?" "Of course, darling," M. Ellisia replied. Mistress Anna turned to Her servile slave Evangeline and slapped the girl's hand away from Her face. "Eve you silly thing, stop your ridiculous behavior!" "Kneel in front of little boy christine and pull his panties down for me." The girl instantly came over. She reached up and drew my beautiful blue panties all the way down to the ankles. Her breasts were more exposed to my eyes than ever as She knelt. Mistress Anna stood and stepped directly in front of me. She reached under my thighs grasping the testes. "He's very full," She commented, squeezing me to the point of mild pain. Her fingers clasped the steel lock pulling my penis up. "Oh, this is really restricted!" "It's so little, you keep him like a little baby." "Naturally Jan, what did you expect anyway?" Mistress E waved Her hand at the kneeling maid. "You may pull up his panties now Evangeline, christine has things to do." "Yes Mistress Ellisia," the girl answered innocently. She reached down grasping the hem of my dainties and slid them up my legs. Just before tucking them up all the way, She leaned forward impulsively and gently kissed the tip of my penis which protruded achingly from its cage. Suddenly, She jerked Her head back. "OH MISTRESS, IT'S ALL DRIBBLY AND STICKY," she exclaimed in a surprised voice. Behind me i could hear M. Ellisia laugh. Mistress Anna though, instantly became angry; the displeasure clearly showing on Her face. The Lady was not amused. "How dare you!" "How dare you take liberties without permission!" "Oh Mistress Anna, I'm so sorry." "I didn't think." The girl's voice had a pleading quality to it. She seemed shocked at Her lapse and Her head dropped down - abashed. "No you didn't think did you?" "Now I'm going to give you something to think about." M. Anna glanced at me clutching Vangie's hair. "Christine, bring my bag here." I let my uniform skirt and petticoats fall and clumsily pulled up my draws the rest of the way. Hurriedly i brought the pocketbook and handed it to Her. Mistress A. reached in and withdrew a small wicked looking whip. It appeared to be a miniature version of a cat-o'-nine tails. Vangie saw it at once, Her eyes going wide with surprise and fear. I stood there mutely as M. Anna pulled Her maid by the hair to a standing position. "You naughty disgusting thing." "Go stand in the corner!" The maid hesitated a moment, then meekly went to the corner behind Mistress Ellisia's chair. M. Anna watched Her servant, slowly flicking the whip against Her open palm. In a deliberate hard tone, beautiful eyes flashing, She ordered "PULL DOWN YOUR KNICKERS AND LIFT UP YOUR SKIRTS!" Eve did it instantly exposing Her pert little rear to all our gazes. "Very well," Mistress A. said softly, apparently satisfied with the girl's quick obedience. Vangie stood stock still facing the corner, hands behind Her back holding up Her Hems. She looked delicious, pink tush and shapely thighs exposed. My desire for Her increased geometrically as i drank in the sight. The three Ladies, i noticed were also enjoying the scenario - M. Anna especially so. With everyone's attention on Vangie, i relaxed a little, grateful it was not myself in such a predicament. Mistress Anna went over to the corner and spoke directly into Eve's ear loud enough for all of us to hear. "Stay exactly where you are." "When it pleases me you will be punished - the punishment you have so richly earned and will receive". The maid's reply was barely audible as She whimpered. "Yes Mistress Anna." M. Anna returned to Her chair still holding the whip. "Christine, dear, refill my glass." With a respectful curtsy i backed away to do so. The three ladies resumed their animated conversation, pausing now and again to help themselves from the full platter on the table. Noticing my Lady's glass, as well as M. Janis', was almost empty, i refilled both from the decanter. The taste of the madeira still lingered on my palate from the pleasant interlude in the library. When Mistress A. selected a dark aromatic cigarillo from a carved wooden jar, i went over to light it for Her, then retreated back out of that charmed circle of pulchritude. The sight of them was enticing beyond description as they casually crossed and uncrossed their gorgeous legs sometimes letting a spike heeled shoe dangle unconsciously to my delight. Poor Evangeline stood morosely in the corner and i thought i could hear Her sobbing. At first i had felt sorry for Her, but that sympathy had evaporated when i realized how grossly disobedient She had been. No wonder Her Mistress was so cross with Her. My hands rested on my apron pressing against my locked penis. The front of my new panties were damp as i attentively watched the Ladies, especially my Mistress. My resolution deepened as tingling waves of submission washed over me, never would i lapse in my servitude to Mistress as Vangie had done! Mistress' hand came up in an all but imperceptible gesture. Gratefully, i had been strictly attentive and caught the instruction. With the odd pride of strict servility i bowed before my owner. Could She really read the profound love and respect i felt for Her? "Christine, you may retire to the kitchen now and prepare dinner." "Yes Mistress Ellisia." As i left the living room, heading for the kitchen, i could hear the three women laughing loudly. i fancied they were doing so at my expense which sent a cringing feeling thru me. Actually, i could readily understand the stark humor of my situation. Especially so when viewed against the background canvas of typical male stereotypes. Once in the kitchen, however, i became immersed in my work forgetting all else - at least for the moment. Four Cornish hens were roasting nicely in the oven as i tossed the endive salad once again. Water was heating up in the steamer, a large plate of fresh trimmed asparagus readied for it. The wine was opened for decanting into a simple glass carafe. Two full loaves of crispy French bread had been prepared with garlic, butter and just a touch of virgin olive oil. Both were wrapped in aluminum foil ready for the oven. The table had been set earlier with the exception of the glassware. Before bringing the various drinking vessels into the dinning room, i peeked into the oven. The hens smelled wonderful and i turned and basted each one. In the dinning room i checked the lighting, it was dim and romantic as only candles and lanterns can be. One of them, Mistress had told me, was a gift from Mr. McCullough. The polished brass with filigree etch work had once been the original anchor light from his schooner. It was curious to imagine what he would think if he could see me now. Each place was set with three glasses: a fluted crystal champagne, a long stemmed wine and a large water goblet. At the head of the table, where Mistress would sit, i placed a second goblet rather than the tall narrow champagne flute. It was the very first thing i had learned about Her. She liked Her champagne 'brut', ice cold, in massive quantity and in a large beaker. It was just one of Her many eccentricities and foibles (i suppose i am another). The way She quaffed the stuff never ceased to amaze me. On the way back to the kitchen, i paused briefly in the library where Mistress had exhibited such unexpected tenderness toward me. The memory was as fresh and sweet as garden basil. In the gallery, i could hear sharp cracking sounds and muffled sobs from the grand salon. Vangie was receiving Her punishment i presumed. Mistress Anna must be whipping Her severely if i could hear it out here. For a brief moment, i thought what it might be like to own Evangeline myself, then dismissed the idea. In the kitchen, sitting on a stool by the working table as everything was cooking, i could still discern the faint sounds of the maid's chastisement. It was chilling. When dinner was ready, i quietly went into the salon, made my curtsy and knelt at Mistress' side to whisper in Her ear. She stroked my cheek. "thank you chrissy." "Wait in the kitchen, I'll ring for you when we are seated." "Yes Mistress Ellisia". All the courses were kept hot as i waited. The Ladies, it seemed, were in no hurry and judging by the muted sounds which reached me, were enjoying themselves famously. At last i heard the sharp clarion KLANG of the old ship's bell mounted in the dinning room. At once, i went in carrying the fresh salad, garlic bread and other items on a large tray. The Women at table were in high spirits. In the center, i placed the olives, marinated artichoke hearts, trimmed scallions and bread. About to add the salad, Mistress decided i should serve it directly. Again, i wished i had been given some previous instruction. I did the best i was able. At least i knew enough to serve each guest from the left. From the table adjacent to the fireplace, i removed the champagne from its silver ice bucket, wrapped it in a cotton towel and poured for each diner. Next, i repeated the movements with the ornate crystal water pitcher. Unobtrusively, i stood demurely near the glowing fireplace attentively watching. A feeling of well being enveloped me like an early fall fog. Evangeline was kneeling at Her Mistress' side -morose and forlorn. Her makeup was streaked in wet rivulets from copious tears. She now wore a locked collar. Mistress signaled for me to approach. "Christine, vangie will assist you now." "M. Anna will tell you what to do with Her. " "Yes Mistress Ellisia." At the side of Mistress A., i curtsied instinctively, more than a little afraid of the Lady. She gestured at the girl. "Take this disobedient creature and put Her to work. " "Yes Mistress." "If She is difficult, do inform me." "Yes Mistress." The girl was sullen as i took Her by the hand into the kitchen. She was led to the sink and instructed to wash the pots and roasting pan. Standing there facing the greasy utensils, She flashed a baleful glance at me. Without a thought, i left Her there and returned to the dinning room. The ladies were enjoying themselves. Eventually, Mistress indicated that i was to remove the salad plates. The table cleared, i brought in the main course. On a large sculpted glass platter, the hens were arranged in a circle, each cut in half overlapping each other. In the center was the stuffing garnished with parsley. It was all laid on a bed of long grained wild rice. At the outer edge were wedges of lemon interspersed with candied cherries and chive. Again, Mistress had me serve individually and i did so with the utmost solicitousness. A light white wine was poured. The asparagus was kept warm in a chafing dish on the breakfront across the room. As they dined, i made sure the wine and water glasses were kept full. In the kitchen, vangie had already finished the pots and salad plates. She stood idly as i readied the dessert. The girl's spirits seemed to have revived. "Where did we meet before?" "Your Mistress implied we met." She looked at me quizzically, eyebrows furrowed. My thoughts turned to the Anniversary night in confusion at my present reality. Since we were now almost two peas in a pod, i told Her. "You!" "Mistress Hochborg has turned you into a sissy maid!" She laughed uproariously. It was my turn to feel abashed. Together, we cleared the dinner plates. Vangie did the dishes as i served the special blend coffee, brandy and dessert. The dinning room looked so lovely graced as it was with Mistress and Her friends. It felt wonderful to be there in my uniform attending to them. I could feel myself straining against the locked penis cage; glad Mistress had imprisoned me. In addition to the brandy, i brought an assortment of liqueurs for their selection. After pouring the coffee, i stood back. Two of the Ladies were smoking and i kept each ashtray as clean as a babies' bottom. Mistress allowed that i could retire to the kitchen, for the nonce, and have something to eat myself. Evangeline was busy with more dishes and glasses, so i fixed plates for both of us. As we sat at the country style table, we talked at length. After all, we had so much in common. My earlier impressions were fully confirmed, the girl had a libido which knew no horizons. Perhaps it was best that Mistress Anna kept Her in extremely strict servitude. At least She could not get into trouble. Our meal over, vangie was sent back to the sink. Taking a damp sponge, i went back into the dinning room and cleaned each ashtray again. Seeing the coffee cups almost empty, i brought the pot around refilling for those who desired more. Mistress invited Her companions back into the salon. Dutifully, i followed bringing cups, glasses, decanters and all the rest. Hands crossed, resting on my apron, i waited in the background attending Mistress' guests. Once again, i went to light a cigarillo for M. Anna and it dawned on me with horror where i had seen Her before. She exhaled a cloud of rich smoke and looked me directly in the eye. "Thank you CHRISTINE." It was clear She also knew exactly who i am. "A maid's uniform becomes you, Mr. Lovendal." "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." At that moment, i wished i could evaporate in a puff of smoke. She was a company executive in charge of our New Jersey warehouse complex and i had seen Her in the MAC halls from time to time. "You work for Miss De Ruyter, don't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Does Miss De Ruyter know what a sissy you are?" "Oh, i hope not Mistress." "Perhaps I shall inform Her." "Please Mistress, please don't," i begged curtsying as profoundly as i could. M. Ellisia intervened. "Really Ann, don't be so oppressive on the boy, you know as well as I, he has a long way to go." "It's just been a few months since I uniformed him." "In due course he'll be presented to Filene. " The clock chimed eleven. My Mistress ordered me to bring everyone's coats. "We're going to a club and won't be back until very late." "Make sure there is fresh coffee for us when we return." "Yes Mistress Ellisia. " Exhausted, i locked the door after them when they left. After cleaning up, i went back into the salon and put another log on the fire. With some pillows and an Afghan, i cuddled before it. Rubbing my hands over my own smoothly shaved perfumed thighs, i wanted so badly to masturbate. It was impossible. Gradually, with sweet sissy dreams, i fell into the arms of Morpheus. +++ CHAPTER VI - SUNDAY " Like the bright arrows driven home in a multitude by Tuscan bowmen, The flaming missiles of Eros stitch my heart " Sextus Propertius Unconsciously, i awakened and stretched, eyes barely open without any real awareness. The embers from the subdued fire exuded a dull red glow. In the window, the gray of coming dawn was not yet tinged with true light. Someone had added another blanket over the Afghan. Although the fire was now but a mere shadow of its former glory, i felt warm and secure beneath the coverings. Again stretching, i drifted quickly back into that other reality of sleep and dreams. Perhaps it was those first hesitant rays of sun slanting through the windows which began the ritual transition from one world to another. The golden light marched across the floor sliding up my face - warm - caressing. My hand was on my own stockinged legs; they felt smooth, the seamed back somehow definingly sensual. Within the dream, i felt myself pulsing with restrained lust; sun warmth and fading dream merging in a brief embrace. As i reluctantly awoke, i knew the dream was so special that it would never be forgotten. Yet as soon as i actually sat up, it drifted away like wisps of smoke, only a few scattered images remaining. In the kitchen, the coffee maker was still on. Pouring a cup, i saw my reflection in the glass of a cabinet over the counter top. Disheveled! Awful! On the table were the remnants of a late night snack. Obviously, Mistress and others had returned. Gratefully, i had prepared everything for that eventuality before falling asleep. There was a note on the table in Her unmistakable script. She had slipped it partially under the sugar bowl knowing i would liberally dose my coffee with the stuff. Sipping the hot wonderful brew, i read every word carefully. At 11:00 AM, i was to awaken Mistress with Her usual light breakfast. There were instructions on what to serve M. Anna and Evangeline in the West guest room at 11:05. Finished with my coffee, i decided to tidy up the kitchen before anything else. Judging from the remains, i surmised that it had not been all that long ago since they had returned. The leftover pie and pastries were still slightly warm as were the dregs in the ceramic coffee mugs. Once everything was absolutely bristol fashion, i went into the maid's room and stripped, ever aware of Her portrait that looked down and so defined that space. With care i smoothed and hung my beautiful new uniform. It was wrinkled terribly, but the plum moire still shimmered even in the dark recesses of the closet. Sitting on the rubber sheeted bed, i read again M's instructions. She had not indicated what i should wear, so lacking contrary instructions, i decided to dress in those humiliating things usual for Sunday morning here. Laying out the items of scrimpy clothing, i shivered knowing that both M. Anna and Evangeline would see me in them later this bright morning. Naked, i tiptoed down the gallery to the common bath very conscious of the need not to disturb the guests. The large old fashioned bathroom was like an old friend and confidant. It was here, not so long ago, that Mistress Ellisia had set the tone and parameters of my education and abject servitude the very first night we had met. While the water was running in the tub, i sat on the commode pouring scented oils and bubble bath into the frothing hot water. Thinking of what had begun in this room right up to my experience of last night, began to arouse me. Flaccid penis was forced against the inflexible restraint. The abashment highlighted the intense hunger of unrequited and unrelieved desire. Visions of Mistress asleep on Her satin sheets haunted my awake mind as they did my dreams. I could almost see the silver chain, with the key to my locked manhood, dangling from Her lovely neck. It made the restriction all the more delicious and unbearable at the same instant moment. In confusion, lust, resentment and love i touched myself as if to test, if this also were just some dream. It was not. Very softly, i began to quietly sob and felt warm tears flow down my cheeks against my thighs. Definitely not a dream! How i yearned for the privilege of masturbation. Once taken for granted, now so controlled by another. How She seemed to enjoy my discomfiture when She had exposed me to guests last night. The water was warm and embracing. Delicious smells and feel of the bath oils delightful and hypnotic. When i emerged, i began the meticulous task of shaving the entire body. Nothing was missed, until every inch was as smooth as Lady's pampered self. Particular care was given to completely drying the chastity device and removing every single hair from that area. Once fully dry, powder and perfume were applied, top to bottom, especially bottom. Before leaving the bath, soiled towels were disposed of and everything was left new, clean and fresh for the use of the guests; spotless and pristine as could be. Without being told, i knew full well that Mistress would, at the very least, spank me severely if anything were amiss for Her guests. Deep in my heart, i also knew that i would certainly deserve to be put over Her knee for such a lapse. Back in the maid's room, squeaky clean as possible, i dressed. First, with some hesitation, fastening on a simple white waist cinch. Although much less restrictive than a full laced and boned corset, i had to breath very deeply to hook it. As always, the panties felt wonderful sliding up my smooth legs. It seemed to be an absolute dictum of Mistress. Panties for Her male creature are, without exception, frilly and ruffled beyond imagination. It is almost as though she had some magical time warp availability to a forgotten era shop where young boys were fitted in crinolines and lace under the stern unforgiving direction of a Governess responsible for the education of their charges. My mind drifted to the library and the volume "Harriet Marwood Governess" i had read there. Perhaps because these underthings would not be covered by a uniform, my 'morning drawers', as Mistress called them, were far and away the most sissyish of all. Thick white satin with highly exaggerated rows of white ruffled lace front and back defined both the article and the wearer. The bloomers were extremely full and loose ballooning out from my restricted waist where they clung tightly - highlighting the restriction. The only touch of color was bright yellow ribbons with oversize bows gathering the thigh hems and giving further emphasis to the fullness. They were complimented by plain white seamed stockings held up by matching white and yellow garters. The apron was a 'bib' type, very pale yellow eyeleted cotton with white lace trim. It hung down well below the knees flaring out from the waist. The bib and extreme shoulder straps covering almost my entire chest and shoulder area. From the front, all appeared chaste and appropriately demure. From any other vantage, however, i was all but undressed. Every Sunday morning i am required to wear this attire or some variation of it. Mistress invariably teases me about it. My obvious intense chagrin always caused Her to heighten the barbed irony of the milieu i have entered. With strangers present, i expected the same verbal stroking knowing the sting will be far worse under their gaze. Thankfully, i am only wearing a waist cinch and not the fully laced boned corset - i fear i might faint otherwise. Before the mirror, i adjusted a white maids cap with a large yellow satin bow in the back, yellow ribbons dangling down my neck from it. Bobby pins held it firmly to my thick brown hair, fluffy and slightly scented from my morning toilette. Carefully, i applied mascara, eye shadow, lipstick, blush and other required makeup. Special care was taken to rouge my nipples which stiffened as i applied it. Finished, i slid my feet into three inch white patent heels with little yellow ribbon bows accenting them. It was only 9:00 AM. After making certain everything was ready for the full breakfast at noon, preparations were made for the 11:00 and 11:05 wakeup calls later in the morning, i went to the library with a fresh cup of brandy laced coffee. From its place on the shelves was removed a thick volume, "The Protocols Of Diana". The book had fascinated from the first time i had come upon it. The volume was written in the early part of the century as a text for the education of young Ladies. Every chapter contained meticulous drawings with an equally meticulous instructional text. Headings included: 'Methods Of Oral Servitude', 'Appropriate Uniforms For Male Maids', 'Petticoat Discipline', 'Various Devices For Penis Control', 'Corporal Punishment', 'Use And Enjoyment Of The Male', 'Uncles Dummy For Anal Training' and 'Male Vaginal Worship' to mention just a few. Reluctantly at 10:30, i put the book aside. Without doubt, Women had used it for decades as a guide. It was a little comfort to know that my servility was nothing really new. The pictures lingered in my mind as i prepared the breakfast trays. At precisely 11:00 AM i knocked softly on Mistress Ellisia's chamber door. "Enter" She was stretched lazily atop black satin sheets, Her beige sleeping gown contrasting beautifully against the coverings. Respectfully, i curtsied and brought the tray. It contained a pot of Earl's Grey Tea, a small blue and white porcelain bowl from the Sung Dynasty holding two lemon wedges and two lightly buttered pieces of whole wheat toast cut diagonally. As i knew it would be, the silver chain holding the keys that bonded my sexuality to Her, dangled just above the swell of Her breasts. A pink nipple peaked out from the bodice of Her gown. How i longed to kneel by the side the bed and have it in my mouth tenderly sucking and flicking it with my tongue. Later, gently wiping off my lipstick. Without looking at me, She waved Her hand slightly. "You are dismissed christine". "Yes Mistress." In the kitchen, the tray for the guests was almost ready resting on the functional work table. There was just enough time to add the rye toast and pour piping hot coffee into a small silver container. Both sugar and creamer matched the carafe. There was also a small crystal decanter with Spanish brandy, glasses of orange juice and two hard boiled eggs. At 11:04, i took the light breakfast down to the end of the gallery. Tray balanced on one hand, i knocked softly on the door of what Mistress referred to as the 'West Room'. "Yes?" "Breakfast Mistress Anna. " "Ah...come in sissy." The West room is dominated by a large brass bed. As i entered, i at once saw Evangeline kneeling at the far side of it, Her upper body sprawled over rumpled satin sheets. Her arms were locked and harnessed. Although in Her uniform, skirts and petticoats were splayed over Her back, panties pulled all the way down, all but covering Her high heeled shoes. Mistress Anna was also dressed, Her middle pressed hard against the Girl's upraised ass. The maid looked up at me with piteous pleading eyes as i entered. She could only utter muffled sobs since a close ball gag in a leather harness was securely fitted over Her head. Confused and entranced, i stood there stupidly. "What are you staring at?" "You pathetic sissy, put the tray down there." M. Anna pointed at a chest of drawers directly in front of the bed. "Why are looking at us so ridiculously?" "Surely you have seen a maid receive Her dildoe before?" "You have, haven't you, MISTER LOVENDAL!?" The sound of my name said that way made me cringe. As She stepped back from the prostate body, i could see the Lady was wearing some sort of flesh colored apparatus protruding from the vee of the leather pants She wore. Nervously, i placed the tray down on the wooden dresser just to the left of a row of books. It seemed i had intruded on something private and intimate. "I asked you a question CHRISTINE! "Have you never seen dildoe training before? " "Oh....oh...ah...no..no Mistress", i stammered - embarrassed. "Surely, your Lady has introduced you to such things by this time?" "I....i...oh.oh..Mistress Anna, She hasn't." Although i had read of such practices, the thought of such things really happening in the flesh, especially to me, had never been dreamed of. "Really, most interesting." She stood boldly, hands on hips, the hard instrument jutting upward and outward before Her. "Perhaps I'll have a word with Ellisia concerning this matter." "You are eminently and naturally suited for very strict dildoe conditioning." "You know that don't you?" My head hung down, hands clasped over my apron as Her words sank in. Trying to answer, my throat could not reply. Dry and choked, my mouth could not respond. Clutching my hands ever tighter across my pretty crisply starched apron, i wished i was anywhere else but here. "Yes, your Mistress and I will discuss this matter at some length this very morning." "For the nonce, you will kneel and observe as Vangie absorbs Her lesson." Silently, i fell to my knees as instructed, shaking as Her words penetrated ever deeper. "It will be most educational for you." "Bear in mind that this is in your immediate future and you will crave it as befits your situation and Woman's whims." She turned toward the supine form of Her helpless maid. With Her hand, She guided the exaggerated artificial cock deep within the Girl's upturned posterior. From where i knelt, i could see the faces of both. Evangeline's features, at least those not obscured by the harsh gag, were contorted. Muffled groans and long sighs escaped as tears ran down Her face. She was flushed deep crimson as the dildoe slid in and out of Her behind - equally red and flushed. Like a wave washing over me, i felt the utter humiliation, perverse pleasure and discomfort of Her mind punctuated with restrained sobs and long moans. M. Anna's continence radiated a demonic amusement and self contained pleasure as Her leather clad hips undulated firmly - sensually - against, and in harmony with, those of Her property. Evangeline's legs twitched uncontrollably, body writhing, as She arched Her taut globes upward to receive the shaft deep, so deep, inside Her. The motions took on the synchronous movement of natural primitive dance. Syncopation. Mistress A. paused a moment, the lifelike pole half buried in the Girl. With a touch of sarcasm in Her voice, She looked at me directly, "You are shaking sissy!" "Look at me Christine, you want this, don't you?" My eyes met Her's and i wanted to turn them away at once. The truth of Her words were like sharp blades. Forgive me, oh please forgive me! Yes, i wanted to be used like this. Wanted Mistress Ellisia to pull my panties down - gag me - make me squirm and moan as Vangie was doing at that exact moment. My desire was intense, filling me with self loathing; yet, i wanted this humiliation. My little locked penis strained in its bonds as i thought of M. Anna's taunts. As clear as my thoughts were, i could only answer lamely. "Yes...ah...yes...i..am...i..do.. "Yes what!" " Oh..i apologize, i...i.. mean.. yes Mistress Anna. " "Since you are still a virgin, in a sense, despite your advanced education as a sissy boy, it will please me to be present when Lady Ellisia initiates you." "Perhaps I will allow my maid to watch when that time comes." She waved Her hand in my general direction with a casual air. "You are dismissed." Totally disconcerted, i rose to my feet, an undefined anxiety permeating my being. Every instinct made me want to bolt from the room as quickly as possible. At the last minute, i remembered what i was and bowed low; fingers clutching the hem of my apron. Head lowered, i backed out of the room respectfully. Very conscious of my place, i made my way back to the kitchen, aware of how close i had come to being put over the knee for a lapse in deportment. It struck me how attuned i had become, almost natural now, to what my Mistress considered 'correct deportment' for my 'station' in Her world. Gratefully, back in the kitchen, i poured another coffee liberally laced with brandy. If the truth be told, i was more interested in the brandy than the coffee after what i had just witnessed and heard. Fortunately, there was much to do; busy work soothed the turmoil in my mind. The table was set. With nothing more to do, i went to the entry door to pick up the New York Times which i knew should have been delivered by now. Self conscious of my attire, the door was opened just a crack to pull in the great heft of paper. Careful not to get ink smear on my pristine apron, i brought it to Mistress E's place at the kitchen table. Everything was ready by 11:35 AM; at about 11:51 Mistress drifted in. She looked over the table and silently nodded approval. A wave of pleasure washed through me knowing She was pleased. Instinctively, i reached down to smooth my stockings and apron feeling the incipient hardness beneath my 'morning drawers'. While M. perused the Times, Mistress Anna, dutifully followed by Her flushed fully uniformed maid, came in. The Lady settled into a chair with an almost feline ease. They kept me busy with their mundane wants. "Butter my toast Iightly christine." "More coffee sissy boy." Breakfast in this domicile is on the grand Nordic style - a smorgasbord of various foods. The table held so many good and varied things. Herring in cream sauce, smoked salmon, various breads (some oven hot - some toasted), tomatoes with fresh shallot/basil/parsley trim, chopped liver, jams and preserves in abundance and a myriad of condiments. M. Ellisia had me carve slices of cold roast ham for Her. She likes it with mustard and thin slices of hard boiled egg on top. Mistress Anna was fond of the tzadsiki which surprised me. From Her looks and name, Rhys, i guessed She was of ancient Celtic background. Yet, She kept spreading bagel bits with that ubiquitously classic Greek melange of yogurt, shaved marinated cucumber and garlic sauce. Evangeline was allowed to sit at table with Her betters. Although, i did notice there were locked silver fetters on Her neck, wrists and ankles. The little tart seemed happy and content. It galled me to have to serve Her with the same servility the others warranted as their just due. Attending their wants became a blur of abject humiliation and desire. While refilling yet again a coffee cup, my beautiful Mistress caressed my perfumed ass and stroked my stockinged thighs. As intended, it riveted my attention. She pointed at the old antique clock. Without comment, i understood. It was now 'afternoon'. Time to change into the black satin maids uniform with full high heels and petticoats appropriate for mid day. Nodding, i curtsied before them and retired to change. When i returned, uniformed properly, they had moved to the salon. Entering hesitantly, i bowed very low skirts and petticoats spread, then stood attentively to one side. Fresh coffee was served. It became a very lazy Sunday afternoon - at least for my Lady and Her guests. Janis De Quincey called from the airport and Mistress decided to take the call in the library. M. Anna was reading the Business section seated in the same chair she had occupied the night before. Evangeline, still in dainty fetters, was laying on the floor near the chair browsing through Arts and Leisure. Unconsciously she kept dangling Her legs back and forth - up and down. From where i stood, i could not help looking up Her uniform dress. Her panties were as frilly as my own. Each time she moved, i could see the lace suspenders tighten Her black stockings. White smooth thighs contrasted sharply with the black satin of uniform and hose. My eyes followed the stocking seams from the dangling black shoes up to garters, then up further as if the seam line continued invisibly. Although i did not move, in my mind i gently knelt behind Her reaching my hands to pull Her lace panties down and... In my reverie, i had not noticed my Mistress return, entering from the dinning room door. My thoughts shattered like broken crystal when i heard Her voice. "CHRISTINE, you naughty sissy, I know exactly what you're thinking. " Both M. Anna and Vangie lifted their pretty heads from the papers. All three women stared at me as i sheepishly stood there foolishly clutching my own hands and fingers over my apron. All at once the three of them laughed. Vangie's face had that damned lascivious leer. If Her ankles were not fettered, i think She would have spread Her legs just to heighten my acute discomfiture. Mistress Ellisia and Mistress Anna bantered back and forth. "Yes, thinking about it is ALL he can do." "Bet there's little damp spots on HIS panties." "Sissy tears!" "Look at HIM, the little maids cap, the starched apron, high heels." "Oh how pathetic and perfect." "And don't you know HE just LOVES it." My head hung down and i knew i was profusely blushing again. Purposely, i kept my eyes fixed on the colorful rug under my high heels; i couldn't bear to look at their eyes. The words were like arrows. What hurt the most was the undeniable fact that every word was true. They settled down once more with their papers. Perhaps more acutely than ever i felt the delicious odd thrills shiver through me. Later in the afternoon Mistress had me fetch the coats. Solicitously, i assisted both Lady and Lady's maid into their outer wear and accouterments. At the door i knelt to kiss Mistress Anna's hand. As they left, Evangeline looked at me flicking Her pink tongue across scarlet lips. The more She teased, the more i wanted Her, hating the fact that She appreciated totally the reality of the situation. My Lady ordered me to tidy up the salon and kitchen then report to Her in twenty minutes bringing the leash and handcuffs. Nervously, i went about my chores knowing what would come. On Sundays, before dismissing me, it was Her practice to punish me for whatever faults i had exhibited. Usually, it was a very strict over the knee spanking with the crop that left me in tears and abjectly humiliated. Possibly, i might be allowed to masturbate for Her entertainment - oh, how i hoped so. Before reporting, i touched up my makeup and freshened my perfume. Holding the leash and cuffs, i found Her at the dinning room table sipping from a silver chalice inlaid with jade and amber fragments. She had me put the restraints on the table and instructed that i pull my panties all the way down. Her black eyes bored into my soul as i reached under my petticoats and slid the frothy knickers down to my ankles. With Her hands clasped on my corseted waist She spun me around. The handcuffs CLICKED behind me. Again, She turned me. The pressure of Her hands on my middle excited me yet further. The leash CLINKED when She picked it up. Instead of attaching it to my locked collar as i expected, She reached under my uniform and secured it to the tip of my chastity device. Before withdrawing Her hand, Mistress squeezed me there - stroked my thighs - ran Her fingertips across my buttocks. Each touch was like fire. Mistress stood, tugging the leash. Helpless, i followed. The leash pulled. OH GOD, i couldn't believe what was happening - the reality of being led like this! Each tug inflamed me more. Aware, so aware of Her high heeled boots, leather clad legs, undulating figure as The Lady walked me into the Library. With my panties at my ankles, it was hard to walk. Mistress sat in a soft chair directly in front of a book filled wall. On a highly polished low table was a fluted champagne glass, a rubber glove and a slender wooden cane. The cane looked rather like an elongated swagger stick with an elaborate leather and suede grip. Still holding the leash, She looked directly at me. "I am pleased, very pleased with you, christine." "Normally, you would be spanked for whatever corrections I deemed necessary for your deportment lessons to mold into the sort of sissy slave I want." "This weekend, as you well know, your submission to Me has become a deeper thing, a new plateau if you will." "Gaze well on these objects." "In time, the very sight of them will trigger responses in you that I have intended, but you may not have yet comprehended." "The cane is used for severe punishment." "Although you do not warrant such chastisement, I want you to drink deeply of it to mark this day in your memory." "Kneel!" Instantly i did so. Mistress inserted a large penis shaped object into my mouth and fastened it securely. As i gazed up at Her adoringly, i realized it was similar to what i had seen on Evangeline earlier. The fullness of the thing in my mouth felt alien and highly intrusive. "Know it well, my sweet little sissy boy, you will be gagged often from now on." "Stand up at attention!" Bewildered, i stood straight, as Mistress also rose picking up the cane and moved behind me. Just after a loud SWISH there was ripping pain. Again and again, SWISH SWISH. Helplessly, i pulled against the cuffs; if not gagged, i would have screamed. Tears began to stream down my cheeks. She lifted my uniform hem and petticoats making me hold them up myself. SWISH-CRACK. SWISH-CRACK. Muffled sobs accompanied my river of tears. It stung, stung more with each stroke on bare flaming bottom. M. Ellisia walked in front of me, lifting up the apron and skirts of my uniform. "Do you like the discipline of the cane?", She asked. Emphatically, I shook my head-NO-NO-please. "Very good christine, then perhaps you will learn to avoid such things if your behavior meets my parameters." Again the sound and pain, SWISH- CRACK, on my thighs, SWISH-CRACK Mistress held the cane in up to my face, rubbing it under my nose. "Note it well, young man", She intoned. Gratefully, i thought it was over; my hopes were false. Four swift strokes fell on my thighs, just over the stocking tops-SWACK-SWACK-SWACK- SWACK. Head swooning, i felt faint, eyes blurred with tears. I didn't see Her move behind me. SWISH-CRACK, SWISE-CRACK on my thighs. Searing spasms shot thru me like electric sparks. Mistress finally laid the cane on the table, breasts heaving from Her exertions, then relaxed into the chair. Silently, with a wan smile, Lady fixed Her gaze on me. My legs trembled. My eyes met Hers, irrationally, despite what had happened, i adored Her more. After a brief moment my eyes fell to the floor automatically, ashamed of my reaction to the extreme discipline. M. Ellisia rose and walked away. Shortly, She returned with the barbarian goblet, holding the key to my locked cock in Her left hand. Fascinated, i watched Mistress pick up the rubber glove. With a crackling/rustling sound She slid it over Her hand. My skirts were lifted again. The rubber glove grasping my testes felt sensual as She unlocked me fondling at the same time. The restraint fell away along with the attached leash CLINKING to the floor. Instantly, now free, the penis became a raging pulsing rod strangely responsive to the rubber clad hand. Mistress moved behind me, hand still squeezing taut full sac. She picked up the crystal champagne flute sliding it over my straining member that raged for denied fulfillment. 'From now on sissy, you will no longer be allowed to masturbate yourself as you so love to do." "Henceforth, you are to be 'milked' when it amuses Me to allow you the privilege." As She spoke, Her gloved hand stroked me. Almost instantly, there was a volcanic shudder, hips pulsing involuntarily. OH OH the release - the gush into the narrow glass - spurting endlessly. Drained, i fell to my knees. Mistress smiled and caressed me gently. 'Yes, christine, yes," She murmured as i writhed beneath Her touch. She stood holding the glass, now filled with warm sticky liquid. Her hand came under my chin tilting my head back. The vessel was put against my lipsticked mouth. The rubber of Her glove brushed my face. Her other hand reached behind my head, unbuckling the penis gag. The awful thing slid out. Before Mistress said it, i anticipated the words. "Open your mouth darling." "Oh Mistress...please...don't do this to..." "Open your mouth!" Tears still in my eyes, i obeyed. The glass tilted. My own effusion, warm and slightly salty poured into my mouth - there was so much. "Swallow your come sissy." I swallowed. "Lick the sides of the glass with your sissy tongue." "Yes, very good." "I want you to lick and swallow each drop. "Mistress put a rubber clad finger in the flute, scraping out every remaining bit. She held the wet finger in front of my moist tearful eyes, then inserted it into my mouth slowly. "Suck, christine." "Yes, very good, you silly thing, suck every drop." Before i fully comprehended what had happened, the chastity device was slid on me once again, leash still attached. CLICK. Her rubbered hand caused instant erection when she touched me there, but it was instantly squashed by the device. With both hands she secured me as She caressed and kneaded at the same time; the sensations i felt are beyond words. "Please Mistress........please.....don't..." "Dear christine, how many times must I warn you against moaning and other unauthorized sounds?" As she spoke there was a warm smile which washed over me despite the emotional/sexual agony i felt so deeply. Mistress led me to the maid's room. As i followed Her, the taste of my own essence was still fresh in my mouth. As i followed Her down the gallery, the tugs from the leash started an incipient erection incapable of release. Despite everything, i wanted to bury my head between Her swaying hips forever; wanted to be 'milked' again. Once there, i was informed that it was not necessary to take off my panties and stockings when i dressed to leave for my own apartment. She stated casually, "that it would be a good experience for me, good 'training'." Mistress also informed me that locked chastity would also not be removed until i was permitted in Her presence again. "You are to be locked until i judge it expedient to release you, is that clear?" "Yes Mistress." Shortly after, She left me alone to dress in my street clothes. When i reported to Her, it felt like my stockings and panties could be seen beneath my suit. Together, we went to the apartment door. Kneeling, i licked Her shoes with passion. She lifted Her skirt and allowed me to press my mouth against the fabric of Herself for a brief moment. Delirious and confused, i rode the elevator down; not really understanding all that had happened. On the corner, waiting for the crosstown bus through the park, i wondered if everyone knew that i wore panties, garter belt and stockings under my suit. Could Women sense that i am locked in the most intimate way? The bus lumbered thru central park. A dark haired Lady sitting across from me looked; i fancied She knew everything. PART II " Her mouth from whence wit still obligingly flows, Has the beautilul blush and the smell of the rose; Love and Destiny both attend on Her will, She wounds with a look, with a frown She can kill." Sir George Etherege CHAPTER VII - NEW BEGINNINGS "In the dark shadows of the mind breed rare roses." G. C. Fitzmaurice Our relationship had not changed since that memorable weekend, but it had deepened with ever expanding parameters. Mistress found it suitable to have me attend Her much more often and under a wide variety of circumstances. She would call and tell me what She wished, when i should arrive or where i should meet Her. It was determined that i would call once a week just to 'check in' as She put it. As things evolved, i called during the middle of each week without fail; always on a Wednesday or Thursday (Thor's day?) after 7:00PM. It became something of a ritual. Sometimes She waxed on affably, Her sharp mind darting from one subject to another, sometimes curt, busy with other much more pressing matters. Regardless of Her mood, it seemed so wonderful to be allowed to call Her at all. Now i know that such a special privilege is rarely granted. It is an exceptional favor to be entrusted with Her private telephone number. A favor few have been allowed. The Lady is like the life giving Sun. She will extend Her life giving rays bathing the fortunate one in warmth or withdraw them as She pleases. Once withdrawn, the denial is palpable. Perhaps akin, at least in my mind, like being sent to cross the river of shadow without a coin to pay the ferry man. Coincidentally, just after that weekend dinner party, i had successfully completed the requirements for a degree in accounting at company expense. The benefits were twofold. First, and most importantly, evenings were now free to attend Mistress when She wished. Secondly, the company elevated my position. With it came a concomitant increase in remuneration. The position required that i report directly to Miss Filene DeRuyter with a large staff to answer for. Did Mistress Anna have words with Filene as she said she would? Although the thought entered my mind often, i was much too busy to dwell on the subject. What i thought was a 'cushy' job from my former perspective became a source of extreme stress and responsibility, for the actions of numerous others now fell on my head. My signature or initials on legal documents required careful thought and review prior to actual execution. In many ways, i became dependent on the work and good will of those working under my direction. My perspective changed accordingly. The experience widened my appreciation of Filene and especially of my Mistress. With authority and its rewards comes the heavy burden of responsibility. During the days, i mastered my responsibilities as the company expected. At night and weekends, i learned the meaning of obedience born of love on west End Avenue. From time to time, the maid's room at M. Ellisia's blossomed forth with new frills and ruffle finery for me. The undies, uniforms, all the rest that she insisted on, induced a submissiveness hard to describe. Sometimes, just the sight of a new beribboned corset induced a faint feeling long before it was laced around my waist and the restriction became more real than a sunrise. Dear reader, you should be aware that Mistress's purchases for me are not at Her expense; at least most of the time. Early in our association, a joint checking account had been established, and each month, i deposited a small amount to the best of my limited pecuniary ability. Although both of us can write checks against the balance, the primary purpose is a fund for the transformation and uniforming of myself into a sissy spanked creature that she envisioned from our very first meeting in accordance with Her desires and whims. Actually, the arrangement is quite sensible and practical. After all, it would be rather ludicrous to expect Mistress to incur expenses for what is essentially a favor and privilege for me. Really now, Does any University pay students to attend!?. As She so succinctly once put it for my edification, "sissy frippery is your future with me dear boy." Ah yes, quite so, how so delicious. How so appropriate. Yes, oh yes, Mistress. Lady Ellisia enjoyed frequent pedicures, massages and a wide variety of attentions to Her feet. Attending to those needs long ago became something of a fetish for me. Well let's not mince words; it wasn't 'something of a fetish, rather a full-blown kinky addiction by this time. It extended to all the various tasks and postures associated with the attentions She demanded. Kneeling before Her, holding a delicate foot in my aproned lap and carefully painting each toe, has become a memory indelibly etched in my consciousness results of my careful efforts; two words sum it up - lap and crop. She often liked to press Her foot down sharply on my genital area as i worked. The effect was always predictable and She loved to laugh and tease. No question about it, among Her many attributes, there was a streak of the blatant coquette about Her that She enjoyed releasing when it suited Her fancy. Some of you may consider such behavior as bordering on the outer fringes of cruelty. For my part, i always looked forward to those moments when that mood possessed Her. While the polish was drying, i often massaged Her legs with a creamy lotion all the way to Her upper thighs. She liked me to do it, as they say in music, slowly and with feeling. When the toenails were fully dry, She often wanted me to kiss and suck each one. Without fail the coquette came out on such occasions and the sucking and tongue worship became unbearably sexual for me. She would wiggle Her big toe in front of my face with its sheen of new polish gleaming, then insert it in my mouth. Slavishly, i took it deep inside caressing with my lips and tongue. The symbolism was not lost on either of us. After such sessions, i had to avert my eyes when She wore open toed shoes and i could see the colored tips under the black shadow of Her stockings. Once, on a warm evening, i met Her after work for a meal in Chinatown. The toes peaking out from Her shoes triggered instant memories of all the times i had attended Her there. My fulgence became so great, it seemed the front of my trousers would rip. To avoid public embarrassment, i took off my jacket folding it across my arm in front of me. Naturally M. Ellisia knew exactly what was happening. Her laughter can be very expressive. On the other hand, doing the laundry in the kitchen washer gave me no pleasure at all. In fact, i found it onerous. However, after the drying process, i sorted everything saving the ironing of Her delicate's until last. Handling them, while still hot and crisp from the iron, became an especially cherished task. It reminded me of how soft and warm She felt when i was permitted to dress and undress Her. Of course, none of all this was really new. Previously though, only myself and Mistress were present in the apartment. Now others were often there to witness my abject servility under Her strict supervision. The depth of the humiliation i felt knew no bottom. Yet, at the very same time, the sexual longing increased. The mechanism of it all confounded my understanding. I loathed the presence of these visitors that heightened my sense of shame, but could not deny the truth that it excited me. There was also an odd bizarre pride that Mistress had chosen me, ME, above others to serve Her thusly. Perhaps there is some lurking reality in myths and legends as many believe. Perhaps great goblets of truth in the trite cliches we are all familiar with. Without doubt, i know there is a very fine line between Love and Hate. My emotions often danced a nimble tarantella in quick sextuple beat on that thin line. Regardless of who was present, male or female, if Mistress found it necessary, i was immediately placed over Her lap for instant correction. Once across Her knees, i always let out a nervous surprised gasp when She pulled my panties down. To this very day, i have never gotten over the surprise and shock that such treatment is meted out to me. That i....i..i..i..am...treated like..such a..a......SISSY. The sense of amazement as She clasped my locked penis between Her stockinged legs prior to spanking me unto tears has never abated. Sometimes, on the spur of moment, we would go out to a neighborhood theater with dinner in a local place before or afterwards. Sometimes She felt like Iong walks in central park. Mistress could be very moody and pensive at times. She also had an impulsive impetuous side that could emerge unexpectedly. One afternoon, after shopping at the local supermarket (at least what passes for a supermarket in space restricted Manhattan), She steered me into a lingerie boutique we were passing on the way home. There, to the surprise of staff and other customers alike She held up various articles to my body. The A cup bras, panties, half slip, tap pants and camisoles piled up on the counter. As She discussed sizes and colors with the sales person, it was quite clear to everyone who the articles were intended for. Although i was absolutely horrified at the time, the inherent humor of the situation did not escape me. Finished with Her selections, She thrust the packages into my leaden arms as i stood there dumbfounded. Mistress walked to the door, then turned to me crooking Her manicured finger at me. "Come along chrissy dear." "Do be quick about it." As we left, i could hear the titters behind us. Every so often, Mistress would travel somewhere for purposes She usually chose not to disclose or share with me. During those times i missed Her terribly. Her absences drove home (like Tuscan arrows) how important and central to my life She had become. Yes it's true -absence does make the heart grow fonder - much fonder. With the now expanded scope of our relationship, i no longer pined totally cut off from Her Goddess like self during Her sojourns away from the city. There were new duties that i found most welcome. Every other evening, i would stop by Her building and take the mail upstairs. It felt so wonderful that She trusted me with the key to Her home. Pride is an awful failing, especially in men, it is akin to vanity in both sexes. Once in the house, i put the mail aside for the nonce and watered the plants. It was the usual assortment of indoor blooms found thriving in many NYC apartments safe from everything except neglect. However, clustered near the kitchen window were large pots of herbs. Mistress insisted on fresh seasonings whenever possible. So, typically, She grew Her own. After attending to the 'farm', i took the mail to Her desk in the library. Seated in Her chair, i opened everything except the obviously personal letters. Magazines were set aside to be brought to their proper places later. With the rest, i arranged three clusters. Personal letters on the right in a holder, awaiting my beautiful Ladies return. Bills in the center opened and clipped to the appropriate envelopes with return address and stamp affixed to each. Any filler that came with them was discarded. The miscellany was placed on the left. Lady had left it up to my discretion what to keep for Her perusal and what to discard as junk. The majority was junk. Also at my discretion was the decision which bills must be paid at once. I used the special account to dispose of them. Odd, so very odd, to be sitting in Her chair like this with all the things She used so often in front of me. There was a small wooden box trimmed with brass, holding stamps, return address stickers and other things dear to stationers and letter writers. The lid was slightly indented and worn where Her fingers had lifted it countless times. Near the right hand corner of the desk was an old ceramic coffee mug with a broken handle and chipped rim. It held ballpoint pens, pencils and markers. My curiosity about Mistress knew no borders. Despite the intense intimacy we shared, i really knew little about Her. It was necessary to constantly fight the temptation to look thru Her private papers. I am proud to state i never once succumbed - never once betrayed the trust. It's relative i suppose; pride can be a vice - it can also be a virtue. I think it was Cicero who once said "nothing is more worthy of love than virtue"; "virtue is difficult to find - it needs a director and a guide". Before leaving, i went through all the rooms to make sure nothing was amiss. The place was permeated with Her aura even though She was physically thousands of miles away. The nuances entered my soul. Coming and going, i always saw the man Donal Cormac in the lobby, always sitting at a small desk in the corner of that space. I could never figure out what his function actually was. He didn't tend the door or the elevator; he didn't mop, clean or fix things. I always thought of him as 'The Watcher'. He was taciturn and poker faced. It was hard to remember the last time he had spoken or exhibited some sort of facial expression. One evening, i had called the dry cleaner to deliver our finished garments on or about 6:30. Although, i had planned to be at the apartment long before that time, last minute office business delayed me. It was well past 7:00 PM before i arrived. When i entered, don held up the delivered clothing for me. Going over to his station, he first passed over two of my Lady's coats, then two of my own uniforms. Not a word passed between us when i took the hangers holding the saucy maid's attire. The upper right corner of his mouth curled up slightly. For donal, that tad of expression - of communication - was the equivalent of the state of the union address by the President of the United States or Brutus's oration over the slain body of Caesar. Many months ago, he had brought some packages up to the apartment and i had answered the door, uniformed of course. Seeing him often since then, i liked to think he could not possibly recognize or associate a rather plain young man with Mrs. Hochborg's housemaid. His slight slip of expression that evening told me otherwise. He knew full well who wore the sassy little uniforms he handed me that night with his usual quiet confidence and panache. Like so many things in my Lady's orbit, he aroused a deep curiosity in me. Often, i had been on the verge of asking Mistress about him. A few nights later, after entering the apartment, i became overcome with tumescence thinking of HER and feeling the essence in the rooms. It was unbearable. My first instinct was to masturbate at once burying my face in the sheets of Her bed, redolent with Her scents and subtle contours. With some difficulty, i managed to control my animal nature and went directly to the maid's room. On my own volition, for the first time, i restricted myself in the stringent chastity restraint and locked it. With care, i placed the key on the bedside table. It seemed strange to know that for once i could unlock myself at will. Yet strangely, i preferred the reality of Mistress Ellisia's total control. I imagined Her fingers touching me there now that erection and release were impossible. I heard Her voice teasing and seductive as She did so. Visions of Her filled my psyche. Also for the first time, i corseted and uniformed myself alone, seeing the ironic gleam in Her eyes as i stepped into a pair of pretty lace panties, sliding them up snugly around my now slender waist. My genitals ached as i fastened delicate fetters, similar to those Evangeline had worn, on my own ankles. They were followed by a matching collar - i locked both. Imagining myself leashed, hands restricted behind my back, i minced to the kitchen with the tiny steps that the ankle fetters demanded. My heels CLICKED on the slate floor. As i watered the herbs, i could not help thinking of the other things in that room. The 'farm' attended to, i took a fluted champagne glass, a thin rubber glove and a rattan cane from their places. As i brought the inanimate things to the library, i felt the sleek fabric of my panties, the pull of garters on my hose, the tautness of leg muscles exacerbated by extreme high heels. In my mind Mistress was leading me there, helpless, entranced. In the book lined room, i placed the objects on the round table with a sense of reverence. Thinking of Her standing there behind me, i knelt. Instinctively, i reached up under the petticoats pulling panties down. My hand touched my bulging sac as SHE was so wont to do in such circumstances. Thoughts of Mistress Anna, putting the dildoe to Vangie haunted me. My middle swayed back and forth, arching in circles - i moaned as i thought of M. Ellisia administering such degradation to me. At the same instant, i saw Evangeline's face as it was that morning. As much as i hated the truth of my feelings, i realized that my face too would exhibit the very same angelic glow that naughty Evangeline's had shown so expressively. My desire became a confused avalanche washing over me like rapids on the rocks of a narrow river. My head tilted backwards as though it were repressed between Her thighs. Tears flowed from eyes and my own traitorous cock - desire so 'perverted' under Her strict tutelage -bulged and strained against its harsh encasement that i myself now imposed. If i were home, with these thoughts filling me, i knew i would never avoid the 'sin of Onan'. In this place at the moment, it was not impossible, but rather unthinkable to bring to fruition. Slowly, i stood straightening my apron, uniform and stockings; then bending to pull up my sweet sugary panties. A bit shaky with the modicum of self control i had imposed, i walked across the library to the desk. With each step, i relished the rustle of the petticoats. Once settled in the chair, i arranged my skirts so that my bottom rested directly on the leather upholstery. The hems were pulled up well above the stocking tops so i could see the frilly garter belt tabs on my crossed legs. With a sigh and a glance at the table near the other wall, i began sorting the mail for my Mistress. There was a bit more volume of mail than normal to sort and handle that evening and i dutifully immersed myself with it. In my new role as a private secretary, i strove to do the best i could managing these simple interests of Her's. To my surprise, i found myself much more absorbed in these simple tasks than in my much more complex activities on behalf of MAC. From time to time, my eyes drifted across the room to the round table and the objects upon it. As She had predicted they would, the sight of them triggered deep responses in me. Although i had not really comprehended the full meaning of it all, i fully knew the response that the glove, glass and cane unlocked within me. The former two i yearned for, the latter was terrifying. Yet, the three formed an inescapable triad that transcended their mere form. My hand brushed against my thighs, i imagined it was Her hand touching me that way. It took a moment for the ringing phone to jolt me out of the reverie -the loud sound became incessant. RING!!!JANG!!! RING!!! JANGLE!!! Most calls came in on Mistress's open listed number which the answering device dealt with on the first alert. This was on Her private line. Stupidly, i sat there watching the phone light blinking as the noise continued, before i realized it was a private call. Composing myself, i picked up the receiver. "Good Evening." "Oh chrissy, is that you?" It was a Woman's voice. "Yes, may i take a message?" Since no one had ever called me there and i never expected anyone to do so, i foolishly didn't realize the call was for me. "Chrissy, don't be some dammed officious! This is Janis De Quincey calling from San Francisco. I have a message for you. Ellisia is returning much earlier than expected and wishes you to be present Saturday at the apartment. Do you know, I had to make several calls to find you - I just missed you at the office." "Oh Miss De Quincey, please, i apologize." "Really silly boy, there's nothing to forgive. You're rather fortunate I took the trouble to track you down - it was an effort. Your Mistress would be somewhat cross if you weren't there on Saturday. You do realize that don't you?" "Oh yes Miss De Quincey, thank you." "Miss!?" "Oh, please forgive me..mis..Mistress Janis." "Yes christopher, please do not forget it. Deportment suitable to your station and all that you know." "Yes Mistress Janis...i..do. " "Very well, get some paper and write this down. Ellisia desires your presence at the apartment no later than 1:00 PM Saturday. Just a bit of advice, I suggest everything is bristol fashion when She arrives. Oh yes, Ellie wants Her black dress dry cleaned and ready when She comes home. She said it's the black satin with a V-neck back and large tied bow, peplum and short puffed sleeves. I don't believe I've seen that one, do you know it?" "Yes Jan...Mistress Janis." I trembled a bit as i thought of the last time She had worn that seductive dress and what had occurred. "Very well chris, be a good boy, I look forward to seeing you again. Your Lady has spoken highly of you." Hanging up, i realized that it would be nice to see M. Janis again. I had met Her only once when She was a guest at the first dinner Mistress allowed me to serve when others were present in Her home. There had been something vaguely familiar about that Lady that i couldn't pinpoint. I finished up the mail as i wondered what was fetching Lady back so much earlier than expected. Whatever it was, i was happy that She wanted me here when She returned. Despite the fact that She had virtually made an emotional and sexual slave of me, albeit a most willing one. There was a taint of flattering - a feeling of being selected, chosen if you will. How had She ever known from the first that She would transform me so easily into a transvestite maid - into such a parody of a man, when i had never had any glimmering of such things in myself before? While preparing to leave for what i euphemistically called home, i realized it was Wednesday. If the dress was to be back by Saturday, i must have it in the cleaners the very next morning or there would be no certainty of it's return in time for my adored Lady's arrival. Quite on the spur of the moment, i decided to stay overnight in the apartment and drop it off in the morning on the way to the office. Once the decision had been made, my presence in the empty rooms seemed almost eerie. The little maid's room at the South end of the grand gallery, just across from Mistress's master bedroom, seemed more bare than usual that night. How i missed Her! The dress was hung with my own clothing so there was no possibility i would forget it. As i lay in bed, i could see the dress in the dim moonlight coming through the window. My mind reeled as i remembered how i had dressed Her in it one evening prior to a small party. How She had teased and used me in an extremely humiliating, yet enticingly sexual, way. With a certainty, i knew my dreams would be sweet torture suffused with a wet dampness. When i left very early the next morning, the gown across my arm, donal was at his standard place impassive as always. At the dry cleaners, the owner's son and a helper were just opening up, yawning and lackadaisical. Their sloth began to annoy me. Compared to MAC's people, they seemed lazy and indolent. Anger and disgust overcame me as i walked to the subway. The thought of such louts handling my Lady's exquisite gown was nauseous; they seemed so sloppy and incompetent. It occurred to me that maybe it might be best to go back and take the evening dress elsewhere. However, since Mistress choose to patronize that particular establishment, it was not for me to question. I caught the number two downtown IRT on Broadway. It was to be an important day at the office. Filene DeRuyter and i spent the early hours preparing for a 9:00 AM meeting. As part of Mr. McCullough's staff in the Finance/Accounting division (F&A), we would both be attending him. At 8:30 we joined the grand old gentleman in his office for a quick breakfast and final review of our program. Promptly at 9:00, we joined the others in the grand conference room. I had only been in the room once before and that briefly. It was splendidly baronial and archaic. The walls were lined with paintings, nautical artifacts, ship models and antique weapons. It really wasn't too surprising since the building itself was from another era. In addition to F&A, representatives of all the other major branches of the firm were present: Purchasing, Transport, Merchandising, Real Estate and 'Projects'. A member of the Council Directorate sat, godlike, presiding. The agenda concerned the fact that England's lease on the crown colony of Hong Kong was due to expire and sovereignty would revert to the Chinese government in the future. That political fact and the unease it created, was releasing precious hoards of choice merchandise into the market as merchants converted their holdings into hard cash. Company agents, long established, had made many surreptitious purchases. We had accumulated a treasure trove of rare goods that had not been available since the old imperial days of China. Although described as 'priceless', we of course, knew what it was worth down to the final penny, centime, pence, and krona. One of our own company ships, 'Von Swote's Gallei', would sail for Seattle in a months time with the goods already accumulated - mostly rare porcelain and silk brocades. There it would be stored in company premises under Janis De Quincey's operation. Janis De Quincey, there it was!! It was not Her appearance that was vaguely familiar, but Her name. Like Mistress's friend Anna Rhys, Janis was a company grandee. Again i wondered at the odd relationship my Mistress had with the firm. Our overall strategy was to market selected bits and lots to upscale retailers over a long period of time. In this way, the exclusiveness of the goods, the aura if you will, would be maintained keeping the price as high as possible for as long as possible. Filene had some fascinating formulas showing a ratio between rarity and price. The figures were impressive. In point of fact, the immense quantities we now owned, made the word 'rare' redundant. That fact of course, would never be known outside of this room. The acumen of Filene and Mr. McCullough, the crafty merchandising people and all the others impressed me. So simple, so profitable! When the meeting broke up, i stayed behind to gather up F&A's numerous graphs, charts and spread sheets from the room. Finished, the room empty, i walked over to a large oil painting on the wall. It was a duplicate of the one in Mistress's salon - a young handsome man in naval uniform gazing lovingly at a young Woman from the South China seas. There were some slight differences, but the artist's signature was the same. Not a reproduction at all, but an original duplicate by the same hand, Henrique Daville, of Italy, France and Austria. Entranced, i jotted down the writing from the engraved bronze plaque: SILOENHEIA TA CAPT JAME MACNIAL My Lady's version, which i had seen so many times, had no such identification. Mr. McCullough returned surprising me; he had forgotten his spectacles. "Mr. Lovendal, do you like it?" "Oh yes sir, i do, very much, who are they?" "My grandparents, young sir, i wish you could have known them as i did when i was a young sahib as you are." He sighed as he said it. The old man picked up his glasses. I loved his archaic use of English, his business smarts, his proud bearing as the old warrior he was. I imagined how he would look in command of his schooner, plowing thru nasty seas, sails giving a brazen challenge to the god Aeolus. "Sir?" " The language, what is it?" "lt's Bhorunese." "It means 'the little Sultanna', i named my vessel after Her you know." Everyone in the company knew that Mr. McCullogh had commanded an ad hoc navy in the Sultanate. Many of the firm had taken up arms to defend that realm on land and sea, especially those from the upper management ranks and the shareholder class. The close business arrangement with Bhoruna had never been questioned, but i had always wondered why men had risked their lives for a purely business arrangement, regardless of how close that relationship was. Now, i understood, at least in part, it wasn't mere business, there was a deeper level, a blood level. When my lovely Lady returned home on Saturday afternoon, i was in my very best maid's uniform to greet Her. Knowing Her love for fresh flowers, i had provided different bouquets in every room, at great expense. Marigolds in the kitchen, varicolored tulips on the dinning room table, bright carnations in the salon, roses in the bathrooms and a spray of colored wildflowers in the gallery. The entry hall was redolent with the scent of white and red zinnias. I felt sorrow that flowers must die for Her delectation. Irrationally, i thought of myself as 'Christopher, defender of flowerdom', doing hard battle with florists the world over, like Roland at the pass of Roncesvilles. As i took Her coat, She gave me a quick affectionate kiss. I realized i had been hallucinating from the intoxicating smell of flowers. Her own Womanly scents jolted me back to this reality. Donal Cormac, with Her suitcases, had followed Her soon after. Apparently he knew the apartment as well as i did and brought the bags to the master bedroom without any fanfare. Curiously, i felt rather pleased to be seen as Mistress's sissy 'thing' as he passed me on the way to the exit door. I fidgeted nervously with my apron hem as he went out. His face showed not the slightest trace of expression as he left the apartment, our eyes, however, met in deep communion. There was some bond, some link, between us - a hyphen that M. Ellisia represented. I locked the door firmly behind him. Still in the entry hall, fussing with the coat and other garb, i heard Mistress's bell. JINGLE JINGLE. "Darling Christine, come here!" " I want some tender loving care." How i adored Her! Anxiously, i hurried to Her side. Mistress was home, beautiful, intelligent, moody Mistress Ellisia. CHAPTER VM - LESSONS "There is a tide in the affairs of Women, which, taken at the flood, leads - God knows where." Byron Clearly, Mistress was exhausted from Her journey. Without having to be told, i knelt before Her removing the shoes and began massaging Her feet. Visibly relaxing, She stretched out and sighed as i attended Her. By this time, i knew exactly what She desired and how it should be done. With rapt attention, i endeavored to satisfy M's wants and needs. "Good, aaah, yes, yes there chrissy, aaah, mmm, Mmmmm." The pleasure She was feeling washed over me in some sort of empathetic sonata which heightened my own sense of excitation as i touched Her. "Remove my hose, christine." Sooner or later, i knew She would want them off eventually and had been looking forward to the moment. With a restrained eagerness, i reached up under the hem of Her dark tweed skirt, hands brushing against smooth perfumed legs. As i unfastened the garter tabs and began to roll the stockings down, the warmth of Her thighs seemed to conductivity penetrate into me. Trembling slightly from the close physical contact, i resumed massaging Her feet and legs. For all the many times i had attended Her this way, the reality of being a uniformed sissy maid in this position always seemed so strange and erotic. From experience, i had learned not to let my mind wonder. With a large degree of self discipline, born of many strict and painful corrective spankings, my entire attention was fixed on the task at hand. Languorously, She reached Her left hand behind my head, grasping my hair roughly and pulled my face between Her thighs. 'You may service me, sissy." My face was pressed tightly against the fabric of Her beige silk panties. As my mouth opened, tongue extended, She pressed Her opened legs against my cheeks so tightly i felt afire. In confusion, i writhed, mouth yearning for Her absolute Womaness. After a few seconds, she relaxed the pressure of Her legs and pulled my head away, interrupting the instant avalanche of ecstasy. "You're probably bursting your silly sissy panties aren't you?" "No Mistress." "No?" Her expression was almost incredulous as She reached into the waistband of my lace knickers. It found the tightly locked penile restraint and harshly grasped and caressed me there. "You willingly locked yourself. " "Yes Mistress Ellisia." "The key?" Reaching into the deep decolletage of my uniform bodice, into the restrictive 'training bra' i must wear, i removed the key and placed it in the palm of Her free hand. My Lady's face lit up with affection and delight. "So, on your own volition you have come to this." She looked me directly in the eye, "why, explain it to me". How could i explain it, i didn't really understand myself. My head hung down confused by Her questions. "You love it when I touch you like this don't you?" As She spoke, Her hand teased and taunted. "You played with yourself while i was away, didn't you christine." It was said as fact, not as a question. My head hung down further in extreme embarrassment as i knelt before Her. We both know it could not be denied, and she insisted that i explain the details of my own masturbations in generous detail. All was confessed under the directions of Her meticulous proddings. "Yes, I see, how very disgusting!" "Perhaps I'll have a special frenum chastity cage permanently welded on your silly little wewee so you can never masturbate or enjoy sex with it in any way ever again." "Then you could only dribble pathetically as you are doing now!" As Her words wounded like the sharp bladed weapons of ancient Celtic clansmen, she withdrew Her hand thrusting it against my lipsticked mouth. "Lick my finger, lick it clean." The ritualistic little tableau completed, She directed me to run Her bath and lay Her clothing out for the evening. Without hesitation, i knelt by Her side. She pushed Her posterior into my surprised face. "You may lick my derriere chrissy." "Oh, oh Mistress." "Stop your dilly/dallying, sissy, do as you are told." "Mistress, i.....i...don't understand what you want." "It's quite simple, chrissy, i want you to lick my ass." "I want your tongue there." Understanding, finally, i did what She wished. A feeling of trepidation rumbled through me as i put my tongue between Her globes. The pungent odors all but overwhelmed my senses as i tongued Her. She seemed to glory in the fact that i was worshiping Her his way. "Yes, sissy, this is also your future." "Yes Mistress." "Oh, oooh Mistress." When She was satisfied with the fact of my abject administrations, my face was brushed away. Mistress gracefully submerged Herself in the warm tub that exuded redolent scents of rare oils. As i bathed Her in the steamy air, i wondered what the ancient nasal stimulus of frankincense and Arabian myrrh might be like in the temple of The Goddess - those fragrances so celebrated in olden story and cuneiform script - coupled with the lush extravagant beauty of this Lady. She rose gracefully from the bath, like the Sandro Botticelli painting of Venus rising from the sea, into the soft terry cloth towels i held up for Her. Each movement was a delicate yet purposeful glissades. The powders and perfumes i knew She would want were ready at hand; they were applied lovingly, reverently. After a short time, M. Ellisia reached down clasping my ear and led me into the bedroom where i had previously laid out all Her clothing for the evening. Somehow, it had become second nature to be tugged by the ear under Her direction and supervision. Her dress and undies were arranged on the bed as we entered the room; i felt so foolish and helpless as She led me, following Her naked undulations. "You may dress me christine." How i wished i could be virile a young man again as i held the panties for Her to step into. As i fastened Her stockings, i wondered what it be like not to be dressed in panties and stockings myself - not to be forbidden to experience erection. The reality of my locked penis became so real, so final, as i dressed Her. I remembered Her words from the first time we had met. "Listen to me very carefully, you are not allowed to have an erection in my presence without explicit permission." Now the truth of Her words has become writ and i must be a petticoated male maid subject to Her whims. The key She wore around Her neck gleamed on its silver chain. I fastened the scallop shaped bra which left Her nipples exposed and wished i could accompany Her tonight. "You sissy, your makeup is wilted." "When i return, I want you pretty and fresh." "Yes Mistress." As She swept out of the door, Her head turned back toward me. "I rather expect I'll be in a very good mood when I return." Her face beamed with a charming smile as She said the words. When i closed the door behind Her, a wave of lonesome solitude and curiosity washed over me. She had not bothered to tell me why She had returned earlier than expected from Her trip or where She was going this evening. Just before leaving, She had confined me in a collar, light ankle fetters and handcuffs. A delicate chain ran from the collar to the wrists so that i could not move my hands below the waist. Although my penis was completely locked as always, the effect of the additional neck to wrist chain insured that i would not be allowed to even touch myself there. I hoped that i would not have to go the bathroom since i could not reach too pull my panties down. My steps were ridiculously tiny and mincing because of the restraints. Even though i was not completely helpless, i felt very vulnerable, controlled and foolish: which i know full well is exactly Her intent. For a long time i sat in the large elegant living room thinking of my former friends and acquaintances. Since meeting M. Ellisia, i had gradually lost contact with all of them. With the exception of various people connected with the company, M. was the center of my life and everything seemed to revolve around Her. Morosely feeling sorry for myself, i began to weep quietly. My whimpers where the only sound in the apartment. My sniffles and tears continued for an indeterminate time as i mourned my lost manhood. Yet, the more i felt sorry for myself in maudlin self indulgence, the more i cherished the fact of being locked and feminized under Her absolute control. Despite the intense mortification of the moment, those times when i had been exposed to household guests seemed more real than previous so-called relationships had ever been. The more i thought about it, the lesser the flow of tears became. Like a sudden clap of unexpected thunder, it dawned on me what a sight i must be, makeup all smeared and streaky from tears and oral service. It amused me in a way. What would my former acquaintances think if they could see me now in black seamed stockings, apron, satin uniform, petticoats, panties and all the rest of it? My mind reeled at the thought and i wriggled uncomfortably in my corset, rubbing my shaved powdered nyloned legs against each other. Ashamed, i could not deny the fact of arousal. Very consciously, i brushed one leg against the other reveling in the knowledge of my own sissitude - the comfort of abasement to HER will. Later, finally composed, i sat at the aptly named vanity table, and carefully applied fresh cosmetics. First, i did my nails matching the brilliant red of the lipstick i subsequently applied. I wanted to do my toes to match, but the locked restraints made that all but impossible. For eye shadow, i used a 'blush pink' to match my panties. After putting on elaborate eyelashes, mascara was applied. It was all i could do to restrain myself from overdoing it. Lipstick, how i loved the redness of it! My gleaming red lips reflected in the mirror. Without even thinking of the implications, i stood in front of the glass and straightened my skirts and apron as best i could. The maid's cap on my head was so emblematic, so frothy in satin and lace. Forgetting for a moment that i was securely fettered, i tried to reach down to my penis, of course, i could not touch myself there. The realization was like a sharp slap in the face. A slap like so many Mistress had applied during my education. Oddly fascinated, i gazed at my own reflection in the mirror. It seemed so pre-ordained, as if i was a priest born to some pagan temple in which i must live and glorify the Gods of old. It was fascinating, inescapable, to see myself this way. The maid's cap on my head. The locked penis - so secure in love's strict bonds. Why? Why had Mistress done this to me? She arrived home about nine - in a very playful mood. No sooner had i removed and hung her coat than She grasped my fettered wrists and led me to Her bedroom. It was humiliating to be pulled to Her will in such a way. Yet i almost swooned at Her touch. The Lady was ebullient - almost glowing. The joy and happiness She effused disseminated thru me as i attended Her mundane needs. "On your knees christine." Humbly i knelt before Her as i had so many times before. She reached down stroking my chin. "Your makeup is fresh and pretty isn't it?" "Did you enjoy sitting at my vanity table?" How could i deny it? Meekly i replied, "yes Mistress". She smiled looking down at me, still stroking my chin. "You may undress me now." Slightly trembling, i reached to remove Her raiment in reverse sequence to when i had clothed Her earlier. It was a bit difficult since She had left the locked restraints in place. As i disrobed Her, She chatted on about Her evening. It seems some older acquaintances of Hers had gotten married in a simple ceremony followed by a simple and elegant reception for about thirty close friends. What made the affair so special was that the two had been high school sweethearts over sixty years ago. Both had lived full lives with several marriages, experiencing all the pains and pleasures which are our lot. Somehow, in the bloom of full maturity, they had met again by chance and the old spark had rekindled as if only a few weeks had intervened from those long ago days. When i had slid the panties down and slipped them off Her feet, i averted my eyes. I could not bear to look at Her nakedness. She stood standing there in front of me for some time as i knelt silently. Still standing, She reached with both hands caressing my hair gently. Adoringly, i lifted my head to gaze up at Her. With a sudden abrupt movement, She grasped my hair and roughly pulled my head against Her body. Smartly and quickly i felt my mouth placed firmly between Her legs. Not daring to utter a sound, i moaned inwardly. Mistress seemed insatiable and i was directed to tongue and suck Her entire body over and over again. Pulling me forward with Her hands, She sank down on the bed, Her legs over my shoulders pressing my head tightly with Her clenched thighs. Time seemed to lose its meaning. We existed beyond its confines, lost in a nameless passion. Mistress was lustful, more so than i had ever known Her before. My knees and mouth ached; my face became wet and sticky from the fluids of Her numerous gushing orgasms which flowed over and through me. For myself, i thought my locked penis, (or silly little wee-wee as she often called it), would explode within its locked confinement. As abruptly as it had begun, it ended. Mistress pushed my head away and sank back on Her grand four poster canopied bed with a long audible sigh. "You may retire now christine." Confused and shaky, i awkwardly got to my feet trying to straighten my apron and uniform. My fingers fidgeted with the apron hem as i curtsied. It had become an ingrained unconscious reaction. Mistress was splayed recumbent on Her bed replete with sensuality. Seeing Her so was a form of intimate torture for me, the sight inflamed a white heat that could not be extinguished or satiated. My respect and desire for Her knew no bounds as i backed out of the room curtsying without thought on every backward step. Suddenly, She sat up. "Wait chrissy dear." Purposefully, She rose and strode toward me. For a brief moment She stood in front of me, hands on hips. After a moment or two, with a quick sinuous movement, She placed Her hands on my tightly corseted waist and pressed Her body against mine. It sent shivers thru me. Leaning over, she whispered in my ear quietly, "I'm rather fond of you sissy". In all the time i had known this wonderful Lady, she had never once verbally expressed any indication of real affection; it thrilled me to hear Her soft words. She hugged me close to Her placing my head gently on Her bare shoulder. Her left arm around my waist, she slid Her right under my voluminous petticoats. As She touched and rubbed my satin ruffled panties, smearing my own dribbling essence on me, She whispered again softly. "Do you want it forever?" "My sweet little obedient sissy boy in pretty panties, do you want this forever?" My mind raced. It all blurted out without thought or control. "Yes, YES, oh Mistress, i do!" "Oh Mistress, i love you so much - so very much." I began crying as the words rolled out. She bent my head back pressing Her mouth on mine. In a synchronous automatic movement, i opened my lips to receive Her pulsing tongue. It darted inside my mouth as i sucked. After a few moments She withdrew Her tongue from my yearning mouth. Hands beneath my uniform kneaded my derriere as she drew back. "We shall see christine, we shall see." She pushed me away from Her warmth. "Go, sleep well and think of me." "The newlyweds will be here tomorrow for brunch." She gave me the key to the wrist and ankle fetters, then shut the master bedroom door in my face. The maid's room was bleak and lonely as i undressed. Carefully, i hung up my uniform and petticoats setting aside the stockings, chemise, panties and half slip for laundering in the morning. In my cotton shift and night drawers, interwoven with little delicate blue ribbons and bows, i tried to sleep. My thoughts were obsessed with the lovely Lady reclining in Her room just across the hallway. My dreams that night were lusty in a sad, hopeless, submissive and obedient fashion. In the morning, i went about my ablutions in the common bath. The careful shaving, powdering and perfuming had taken on ritualistic overtones for me. Memories of the night before had left me screaming inwardly for release. During the bathing, the mere fact of touching the testes area was painful; they were like full ripe fruit bursting with juice awaiting the completion of nature's cycle. As i dressed in usual 'morning drawers', even the touch of the fabric against the sacs underlined the physical discomfiture of the biological reality that seems to govern us all. While serving Mistress Her light breakfast in the boudoir, i felt faint at being in Her direct presence again. After placing the tray across Her legs, i reached behind Her to arrange and fluff the pillows. Just as i finished and began to withdraw, She reached for my hand and drew me to Her. Bending forward with the unspoken direction, i felt Her hand move behind my neck stroking the nape. With both hands, She gently pulled my face toward the open bodice of Her silk gown. My lips caressed the erect nipple before it. As i fervently sucked the tremulous shaft, i heard her whisper softly in my ear. "I am fond of you chrissy, very fond." After a few brief delirious moments She pushed me away. Reluctantly i stood, shivering slightly, curtsied, and backed out of the room. Back in the huge homey old-fashioned kitchen, i went about my tasks. It was no longer necessary for M. to leave written notes. By now i knew where everything was and what had to be done without being told. It occurred to me that only in these grand old buildings were the kitchens just as large as any of the other rooms. The values of other times predicated that great kitchens were the heart of a domicile from which its character flowed. Of course today, expensive buildings go up with nothing more than a tiny alcove holding the basic appliances. There is barely room for a single person to stand without space for even a single chair - like my overpriced east side apartment which was nothing more than an ugly travesty of a home. Sometimes as i puttered about preparing things for my Lady, i fancied this was 'my kitchen'. Shortly after i had set out the New York Times on the table M. strode in still wearing Her rumpled bedclothes. The nipples were clearly visible beneath the light blue fabric. Her unconscious overt sensuality radiated thru the room. After placing the plate before Her, She placed Her hand on my thigh. "Come chrissy, have some coffee and sit with me". With my coffee, i brought a small brandy decanter to the table and poured a splash in each of our cups. Mistress enjoyed coffee immensely and i had learned to do so also. This morning, i had experimented with a new brew. A mix of two parts mocha with one part Argentine espresso, a touch of cinnamon, a dash of clove and a bit of melted milk chocolate. It turned out to be wonderful and aromatic, pleasing both the senses of taste and smell. The brandy enhanced the flavors holding them together in a pleasant whole 'essence' of coffee. It was so lovely to sit there with Her on that quiet Sunday morning. Only the rustle of the turning newspaper pages and the dull occasional clink of ceramic ware disturbed the still calmness of the room. After a time, i became aware of the chimes from the old ship's chronometer on the wall near the antique Norwegian hutch. In my mind i counted each one. Twelve, it was twelve o'clock - ship's time - exactly noon. It was my signal to change into my afternoon uniform. Previously, the 'morning drawers' had sufficed until six. Some weeks before Mistress had ruled that a utilitarian intermediate maid's uniform would be required from midday through early evening, at which time i would change into the formal black satin. Wordlessly, i went to the maid's room to change, Mistress did not look up. From the closet i took out the simple dark gray cotton uniform. The pointed collar and short sleeve cuffs were trimmed with a plain white lace. My full apron was eyeleted Irish linen, very strictly starched. The shoulder straps crisscrossed on my back. I reported back to my Lady at the kitchen table. After all these many months under Her tutelage, the feeling of abashed humiliation of entering a room in a maid's uniform had never abated. If anything, it increased just a little more every time. After curtsying demurely, i turned my back to Her so She could tie the apron strings tightly around my waist in a pretty bow. It was something She loved to do and as always, my face flushed crimson as She did it. We sat at table together, sharing another cup of the successful new brew with another splash of Mistress's ninety year old brandy. It seemed so special and rare that i wondered if liquor merchants were as canny and shrewd in their business as i well knew my firm was. The Company and this Woman, how my life revolved around them! Before i saw them, i felt M.'s eyes gazing intently at me and looked up with a questioning expression. "Chrissy, your hair is getting a bit shaggy." "Why haven't you had it cut recently?" Oh, i thought, oh! My hair was so short compared to what it had once been, i had never given a thought to the possibility of it being considered 'shaggy'. "Really, christine, I should have not to remind you of such things." "You know how I want it to be so that everyone who comes here will eventually realize exactly what you are, especially you yourself. " "Yes Mistress." "Factually, I should not have to be burdened with instructing you in such things - you should certainly know better by now." "Bring my yard stick to me." My eyebrows arched in surprise at the turn things had taken so suddenly. "Yes, you're going to be soundly punished." How i dreaded to be spanked, yet i at once went to the side of the hutch where the herb garden flourished and took down the wooden yardstick from its hook. After submissively presenting it to Mistress Ellisia, She ordered me to stand up straight, hands clasped over the front of my apron. She rose and stood behind me; i was very aware of Her close physical presence. She lifted the hems of my uniform and the simple slip underneath it. The yardstick came down harsh and sharp across my upper thighs. Over and over the wood smashed firmly down on that exposed space between my stocking tops and panties. With each stroke a searing pain shot thru me and i twitched uncontrollably. Crossed hands grasped each other in nervous, sweaty, embarrassed desperation. "You Naughty boy, Naughty Naughty boy who must be punished." "Naughty Naughty Naughty Naughty sissy!" With each emphasized pronouncement of the word 'naughty', the hard ruler was felt. "Naughty....Naughty....Naughty sissy christine." With the left arm She spun me around to face Her, still holding the three foot ruler in the right hand. Hands still clasped on the apron, i felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. Head bowed, i sobbed and whimpered as she watched. My thighs radiated stinging heat. "Pickup your dress chrissy, I have not finished with you!" I obeyed. "Higher!" The uniform skirt, slip and apron were quickly gathered up around my waist in a jumble. She stepped to one side and began to spank my thighs again, this time on their fronts. With each stroke my back arched as i anticipated every contact. Now i could see each stroke rushing purposefully forward. "Oh, oh, oooh, oh", i sobbed and cried, more tears running down my already wet cheeks. Mercifully, it finally stopped. Yet again she stood in front of me, both hands on Her hips. "Well, chrissy, I certainly hope you have learned something today." When i tried to reply that i had, my voice cracked miserably as my head bowed. "Very well, christine, you may resume preparations for my guests." Mistress left me alone in the kitchen after placing the ruler on the table for me to put away. Going about my chores, i felt resentful and totally confused. It seemed the punishment was extremely greater than the minor lapse that triggered it. It was beyond my comprehension, Her reactions were unpredictable and did not follow any sort of discernible logic. There was nothing, nothing at all, to stop me from simply walking away from all of it. It bothered me to know that i would not do so, and could not understand the reasons why i did not. The effects of the spanking could still be felt as all these thoughts whirled thru my mind. The fact that my chastisement had increased the deep reservoir of erotic desire rather than decreasing it, perplexed me. The thought that i might be somehow deranged frightened and confused me further. Despite everything, i could not help but admire Mistress when She returned now dressed for the afternoon. She looked lovely. Her breasts were pressed provocatively against an ecru silk blouse gathered with ribbons at the wrists. It blended pleasingly with the brown suede skirt she wore. I couldn't help noticing with satisfaction that Her dark brown spike heeled shoes were properly polished. It was some comfort to know that i wouldn't be disciplined yet again for not maintaining the wardrobe to Her high standards. She must have noticed my agitated state as i fumbled with the dishes in the sink. "Christine come here." At once, i went to Her and curtsied. "Yes Mistress?" "What is it, chrissy dear, why are you still crying like that?" "Surely your correction was not as bad as all that!" "Oh Mistress Ellisia, i..i....." At that point, i lost all sense of restraint and coherency, blubbering uncontrollably as i fell to my knees before Her. Between sobs all my pent up confusions and fears tumbled out. "Its all so puzzling", i cried. "Why are you doing this to me?" "What...what are doing....what is happening? i...don't.....under....understand don't know..i...." She interrupted my babbled outburst with kindly words, gently stroking my hair and face at the same time. She placed my head on Her lap comforting and soothing in much the same way as one would a small child who had a bad nightmare. What followed was a long conversation that has been carved into my memory as though it all transpired just minutes before. Although many years have passed since that memorable and momentous afternoon, i recall vividly every word and detail. Rather than record it all here for you, dear reader, i have condensed it down to the core - the essentials as it were, for your perusal. Naturally, i have removed my own naive words, questions and responses. *** Mistress Ellisia's Kitchen Colloquy "The difference between the sexes is not nearly so great as it may at times seem; we are merely opposite sides of the same coin. We are of the same specie and genus. Although our culture thinks of humanity as far above our animal cousins, such thinking is only a form of egocentrism. We may be superior to beasts, but the difference is only a matter of degrees not a chasm. Beneath the shallow surface of our minds lurks our own animal nature which can emerge at any time. Much of our own nature is ruled by blind instincts. The strongest of these are the compulsions to mate, territoriality and self survival. The latter two are directly related to the first which insures our survival as an individual and as a race. In this we are mirror images of our animal brethren. Life is merely a vast random garden in which the majority of us only weeds; here and there may bloom a rare wild rose. These roses, a small bouquet in every generation, are responsible for all great achievements humanity has produced. It is said we are a race in transition from animal to something else we cannot understand. We dimly know what we are leaving, but not where we are going. Put another way, as Lord Buckley once phrased it, 'we don't know where we're going, but this ain't it'. A handful of mystics, poets, philosophers and others have glimpsed our potential future. Some claim to have experienced other beings who have accomplished the transition. Most such revelations are treated as the rantings of the mad or become the stuff of empty religious rote. In the male form of the animal/plaything that we are, sexual lust is very close to the surface, easily ignited to the point where pure instinct reverts to the basest animal form. It is no coincidence that young males in the first rush of their prime are the perpetrators of the worst violent and vicious crimes. In doing so, they often doom themselves to early extinction or a wasted life of imprisonment, utterly defeating their own basic drives that caused their savagery. In older males, the primary drives assume more abstract forms but nonetheless rooted in the spur of survival, territoriality and lust. Such male pursuits, when out of focus and control, obliterate the men who are so driven. Woman also is no less blindly driven than their male counterparts. Women, however, operate on a much more formative and nurturing basis that does not often lead to disaster. Some Women in every age have somehow known how to channel the raw lust of the men who come into contact with them, should they wish to do so, in ways that may have long term positive results. I believe that many men are unconsciously aware of that fact and seek such Females. Such channeling is a perfectly natural process and can take many forms. The end result, however, is the same. She takes man's own lust and forges it into a form which both intensifies yet tempers it; much like a banked fire. Once the male is so positioned, he is saved from his own potentially ruinous actions and guided to a more intelligent, aware and productive life which will fulfill his own deepest drives. As i am sure you already realize, perhaps only unconsciously at this point, I am such a Woman. What is happening to you is this very channeling; my particular method of channeling. For myself, besides the inherent goodness of it, I derive a pleasing satisfaction in bending you to my will; it gives me pleasure. Many Women have had inklings of such things, some few in each era, are fully aware of all the linkages and the natural progression it entails. For us, it is the way. If the society of our time cannot accept us at face value, so be it; it is irrelevant and changes nothing. What are labeled as deviant or aberrant behavior is not necessarily so. Such categorization is a cultural phenomenon which differs from time to time, society to society. It seems, like so much else, to run in cycles. Homosexuality and Lesbianism are also the opposite sides of the same coin. Both have often been branded as despicably evil, yet from the most ancient times it has always existed. In some ancient cultures as well as some modern ones, it was and is accepted as natural. Indeed, its existence from time immemorial demonstrates that it reflects a natural disposition. I am convinced it represents some sort of beneficial cultural and societal function. So too, is the inclination for fetishism, which is nothing more than an abstracted form of sex. It is not accidental that general awareness of such matters in our time, became more open and public at the very moment when surreal and abstract art forms flourished. It is the pathway that you have so willingly been led into. Our basic sexuality can and does become associated with certain inanimate objects. What those objects are can vary greatly, but a common form is various articles of Women's clothing. Can you deny your own fascination with my gartered stockings and spike heeled shoes? Indeed you cannot; you now need and crave to wear such things yourself as you are doing this very moment. With the study of fashion thru the many epochs we can trace, reveals interesting facts and turnings. What once was considered men's attire has become Women's. Similarly, Women's has often metamorphosed into Men's. It is an interesting and amusing, ever changing see-saw when viewed with detachment and objectivity. The process occurs slowly, beyond the scope of mere individual lifetimes. My library contains several volumes, well illustrated, on this subject. I suggest you browse through them. What i have cultivated in you, is a latent fascination with the Feminine and its symbols including a total reversal of traditional role models. In doing so, i have directed your general sexuality in specific directions and centered your lust on a primary object, myself. Think of me as a musician and yourself as the instrument I have chosen to play - a suitable instrument. You have heard the music of yourself only in dull intimations before I placed you under my tutelage. Now you are able feel full melodies. Mark my words, the day will come when full rich symphonic treasure will fill your awareness. The strict control and discipline I have imposed on you is one you are free to leave at any time as you well know. If you did make that choice, I would be most disappointed; I have gone to considerable lengths to initiate you properly. My disappointment, though, would be nothing compared to the barren emptiness of your life. Your thoughts would always return to what you had forfeited - searching for it everywhere. You would be a living metaphor like the legend of the Flying Dutchman, wandering eternally on the seas of life, searching endlessly for what you would not be able to even understand or adequately name. We both know, I believe, that it is already much too late for you to return to the banal existence of so called 'normality'. You have become attuned to deep callings within yourself that will never stray far from your consciousness, and will, in time, grow ever stronger. In your willing absolute submission to my regime lies the keys to your own ultimate freedom in the future. That may sound like a paradox that is unresolvable and I am sure you do not understand a fraction of what I have told you. You must trust me on this and trust yourself. Consider all I have told you. The day will come when you do understand it all and much, much more. There is a special occasion looming. On that day I well give you a book I have already purchased for you, entitled 'Dictums Gyneric'. It will help you understand some of the things I have tried to explain.' *** For a long undetermined time there was only silence. Still kneeling with my head nestled safe and secure in Mistress's lap, i felt comforted somehow. I had not understood a fraction of what She told me, yet sensed a certain structure that i could not feel the 'rightness' of, only suspected it was there. As Mistress continued to stroke my hair and whisper words of solace, i felt my odd confused thoughts drift away. It seemed that it all really did have a true meaning and direction. If i were a cat, i think i would have purred deeply, contentedly and at great length at that moment. Slowly, still squeezing both my hands gently, She rose. "Are you all right christine", She asked? "Yes Mistress Ellisia." "Please forgive my outburst." "Good, however, you will be disciplined for it." "Regardless of what may happen, never forget that I care, care very much for your well being. " "Yes Mistress, i will always remember that." She released my hands, turned, and started for the double door leading to the gallery. As She walked away, i was instructed to finish the preparations in the kitchen. Very softly, i called after Her, "Mistress". My Lady turned. "Yes chrissy, what is it?" Oh...i...just wanted...to say, that is i...love you....so very much." Her expression was devoid of the sweet imperium i knew so well. For a brief second She stared into my eyes intimately. "Yes sissy christine, I Know that." CHAPTER X - THE HOUSEPARTY " When a man is in Love he endures more than at other times; he submits to everything." Nietzsche Anne and harold Harris, the elderly newlyweds whose marriage had so delighted Mistress, arrived early in the afternoon. Both had brought suitcases which i was instructed to place in the west guest room. Earlier that morning, i had prepared it with fresh beige satin sheets and fresh flowers in crystal vases in the event that it might be used. Just before leaving, i glanced around to make sure everything was in order. Glistening on the turned down coverlet was the harsh black leather riding crop, strict locking male chastity device, (collar with lock) and the stainless steel leash. Draped over the chair in the corner was a pink maid's uniform with a white cotton and lace bib type apron. On the book lined dresser were ruffled drawers, matching garter belt, sissy high heeled shoes and nasty looking latex briefs with a large dildoe attached. When i had put everything out, arranged nicely to please the eye, i thought all those things were intended for me. With relief, i now realized what harold's future would be. M. and Her friends were seated at the kitchen table helping themselves to all that i had prepared when i returned to that cozy place. The couple turned and watched my curtsy with undisguised amusement, especially Miss Anne. Harold smiled at me, then looked down blushing. There was no doubt that he knew what his own fate was. Could such an old man even have erection? It seemed rather a moot point. Regardless of capability, he, like myself, would be locked. At once after entering, i served coffee for all without being told. As i poured, i hoped the guests would like the special brew i had made. It was clear from the conversation that they had all been acquainted for many years. Although the couple seemed very plain and ordinary, i sensed deep currents within the beings of both. That feeling was reinforced by certain references and allusions that were casually mentioned as they spoke and laughed among themselves. The fact of being an aproned sissy never seemed more acute as i was busy at the sink listening to their talk. After some time, i realized that the conversation had turned to the subject of myself. It made me feel the tremors of self consciousness and shyness more than ever. Mistress's voice rose a single octave from Her normal tone. "Sissy, bring the ruler here to show Miss Anne." Still mind full of the intense spanking i had been given earlier, i curtsied with utmost respect before fetching the yardstick. With the most humble and demure feelings, tears in my eyes, i replied head bowed and eyes closed. "Yes Mistress Ellisia." Once again, i brought the hateful thing out from its place by the old Norse hutch. It frightened me, more than a little, to realize how such a mundane thing as a yardstick could assume such special significance. Never again would i see it as just an ordinary object. Standing before Miss Anne, i held it horizontal, flat on my outstretched palms for Her review. Under my satin and lace panties, i felt my penis surge knowing the futility of it all. Why must i be aproned, in a maid's uniform? Why must i be in panties? The fact that i was shaved, perfumed and powdered weighted on what was left of my male ego. Miss Anne destroyed the last vestige. She passed an elaborate long fingernail across the surface, just grazing it. With Her odd pixyish expression that belied Her years, She looked into my eyes. "Did you enjoy being disciplined with this?" As She said it, She moved Her hand under my chin and lifted my head so i could not avoid Her gaze. "Well, did you?" "Tell me how you were spanked." Her questions astonished me. It was almost impossible to reconcile Her words with the classic grandmother image She radiated. Without preamble, i felt an intense desire for the Lady as She held my head erect. It was almost the same as what i felt for my Mistress. Trying to answer Her queries, in my confusion, i only managed to mumble incoherently,"... Turning to her new husband, She whispered, "what do you think of this harold?" He looked up at Her adoringly. Like M. Anne's gaze at me, his eyes on Her seemed to shed forty years from his face and body. "He isn't belled is he?" "I didn't hear any bells, no tinkle of bells." Both Miss Anne and Mistress Ellisia let out exclamations of just how so right it would be. They all seemed to be thinking in unison and i hadn't a clue as i stupidly stood holding the yardstick. Oh dear, what now i wondered, inwardly moaning? M. Ellisia rose from Her chair. "I know I have just the thing around here somewhere." "I can't believe I haven't thought of this myself." "Do excuse me for a moment." While Mistress was out of the room, Miss Anne began clasping and manipulating my nipples thru the fabric of the uniform with Her thumb and forefinger. "Oh I see, your nipples get hard like a girl's would." "Ah, She keeps you in a special little training bra just perfect for a boy like you, doesn't She?" Being used, teased and humiliated as i was by the Lady whom i had only just met, left me speechless with shame. The way She was touching me caused a damp spots on the front of my panties. I didn't dare move and averted my eyes so She could not see the odd combination of mortification and sexual desire that M. Ellisia had so instilled in me. Miss Anne chucked my head up gently with a hand under my chin and looked directly into my eyes with an iron stare. "You will answer directly when I address you and you WILL look directly at me when you do so." Before i had a chance to answer or move, She slapped me sharply across the face. The blow stung and Her strength surprised me. At once Her tone changed becoming gentle and cloying at the same instant moment. "Perhaps the lesson Ellisia taught you today with that yardstick was not a sufficient lesson?" "Perhaps you wish to be put oyer my knee and whipped until you cry?" She looked at me expectantly for an answer and before i could do so Her hand came up and slapped me again. The pain was stinging, but the humiliation of being subject to such treatment was far worse. "Do you understand me?" "Yes...i..i do...mM..Miss Anne." With my abject acquiescence firmly established, She begin to question me in great detail. One by one i answered each of Her pointed taunting questions feeling ever more intensely the true reality of my situation. Both harold and Miss Anne were clearly amused as i described my bra, panties and other garments. She kept interrupting for further details, wanting to know the color of the bows on my garters or my waist size when in my punishment corset. As i spoke, She continued playing with my nipples which grew harder and ever more sensitive beneath Her ministrations. "Your Mistress doesn't allow you to have an erection does She christine? " I began to tremble slightly and felt tears forming as i felt cheeks burned both from the slaps and intense blushing. "No...Miss Anne..She..that is...Miss She pressed Her hand against my apron then cupped it between my legs. "Yes christine, you are a proper little spanked sissy maid with your silly little THING tucked away under panties where it should be." A tinkling sound came from the gallery and all of us turned. Mistress entered holding Her left hand high. "Just look, I finally found one." She flourished a small bronze bell. TINGLE/TINKLING/TINKLE/LING/LANG/TINGALING. M. Ellisia swept over to the table and handed the bell to Miss Anne. "Why don't you do the honors darling." Anne held it up in front of my face. As She sat down, i began to suspect where it would be eventually fastened. "Christine, put the ruler down, lift up your dress and lower your panties." All three of them smiled as Miss Anne attached the bell to the tip of my locked penis cage. The bell was about an inch in diameter and an inch high with a clear strong tone. As She secured it to the metal of my locked device, some sissy tears flowed from the excitation of Her touch. "KNEEL, kneel you disgusting THING!" As i did so, the bell JANGLED with each movement. "Do I have to instruct you what to do now christine?" As She spoke, She extended Her fingers and i licked the offending liquid from them. "You ARE well trained", She exclaimed with pleasure. "Yes Miss Anne, thank you Miss Anne." As i stood, i glanced surreptitiously at my Lady and beamed when She nodded slightly. "Attend to your duties now, christine." "Yes Mistress." My skirts were lowered and i reached down to pull up my panties. Harold spoke up. "Wait, if his panties are on, we won't be able to hear his bell as he moves around." Mistress looked charmingly quizzical for a brief second or two. "Quite so harold." "Christine, leave your panties down on your ankles until i instruct you otherwise." "Thank you for your rather astute observations, Harold, later perhaps your lovely bride and myself will give you what you yourself so richly deserve." Later in the afternoon, Mistress's niece Deborah called, letting my Lady know that She had changed Her mind and was coming over for the weekend after all. The news thrilled me. I had met many people as guests in the apartment. All had different attitudes toward me - some contemptuous, others taunting like Miss Anne, still others seemed as if oblivious of my existence as i submissively catered to their whims. Miss Deborah, on the other hand, was always solicitous. Although She always kept me strictly in my place without respite, She also exhibited a certain caring concern that i could not understand. Mistress sent me to the East room to prepare it for Miss Deborah. After changing the bed linens, dusting and fussing over everything, i sat on a chair thinking of Her. The young Lady was approximately my own age with the same exotic looks as my Mistress. She had the same hint of the epicanthic fold about Her eyes and all the other features that bespoke a melange of many races. Of course, my Mistress was far more beautiful in Her mature glory than a young girl could ever hope to be. Yet, She was equally lovely and intelligent in Her own way. If circumstances had been otherwise, i would have pursued and desired Her with some persistence. Now that She knew me as Mistress's uniformed male housemaid, i felt so foolish. The fact of locked chastity, spankings and strict discipline under the aegis of my lovely demanding Lady made me feel so submissive and docile, i felt ashamed to think of Her as i sometimes did. Since Mistress allowed me free rein when not in Her presence, (at least in those days of my servitude), i had attempted to call Deborah once or twice from my apartment when in the throes of my desire for Her. On the first ring, i had hung up. It was unbearable to court Her when She had seen me as the sissy i had become. It was confusing and troubling to imagine what might have transpired if She had picked up the telephone. When the doorbell actually rang, signaling Her arrival, i opened it very conscious of my starched apron. Miss Deborah looked so desirable as i took Her coat. She noticed the fact that my panties were around my ankles and there was the sound of a small bell. "You've been belled haven't you christine?" "Yes Miss Deborah." "Good, i prefer you that way." "Yes Miss Deborah." I curtsied low before Her fingering my starched apron and maid's skirts as i did so. "I'll want you to attend me later before we go out." "Yes Miss Deborah." "Keep those panties down on your ankles won't you sissy christine." "Yes Miss Deborah." "Do you like being in panties, christine darling?" "Yes Miss Deborah." "Very good." "Do you enjoy being in petticoats also?" "Yes Miss Deborah." "Do you like being chastity locked, not allowed to have an erection? "Yes Miss Deborah." "You look rather cute in your starched apron." "Do you like to wear that frilly apron?" "Yes Miss Deborah." "Would you like my auntie to give you to me?" "Oh Miss Deborah, please don't say such things!" "I see, very well take my bags and bring them to my room." "Yes Miss Deborah." As i took Her small suitcase and overnight tote, She stroked my cheek. Pausing, i glowed in the warmth of that small affection. She strode past me eager to join the others, leaving me to bring the bags to the room. Miss Deborah always used the East room when She stayed over. Dutifully i unpacked Her things placing them in the magnificent chest of drawers and hanging others in the cedar lined closet. Carefully i folded Her scented panties. My painted nails contrasted with the vibrant pastel colors of Her delicate undies. The words She had so casually uttered haunted me. Had Mistress discussed giving me to Her? The thought frightened me as i imagined belonging to Mistress's young niece. Appalling as the thought was, i knew that Mistress was quite capable of disposing of me in such a manner and i knew that i would obey Her with complete servility if it was Her wish. The afternoon passed pleasantly. M. and Her guests chatted with the amicable grace of old friends comfortable with each others foibles. As i served them, i glowed enjoying the relaxed atmosphere that permeated the living room. The roaring fire matched the hot flush of my cheeks. The embarrassment and humiliation i felt as i served them was intense. It was also erotic in way i could not understand. My panties remained down around the ankles and the little bell attached to my penis TINGed. Near 6:00, i knelt by Mistress's chair to inquire if She wanted me to start dinner. All afternoon i had been planning alternative menus. She turned fixing me with Her most benevolent smile as Her hand brushed my cheek. "Dear sissy, we will be going out tonight.' "Just bring some snacks for us later." "Oh yes, I'll want you to assist my guests as they bathe and dress." I rose and curtsied deeply. "Yes Mistress Ellisia." Since it was 6:00 PM, i changed into my black satin uniform before preparing the bathrooms for everyone. The quests were extraordinarily demanding as i tried to bathe and dress them all. Miss Deborah had me soap Her as She sat in the bath, then meticulously rinse and towel Her young body. Kneeling in front of Her nakedness, i perfumed Her thighs and breasts. Like Mistress, She kept Her body cleanly shaved of all pubic hair. As i knelt, i carefully ran the razor over Her legs, underarms and across the vee between Her legs. My little wee-wee twitched and throbbed in it's locked fastness as it dribbled warm effervescence against my pink and white petticoats. It was abundantly clear that She was well aware of the effect She had on me and Her lips curled with a knowing superior smile. It was hectic attending to them all, but by 7:30 they were all looking rather grand, ready for wherever it was they were going - no one had bothered to tell me. Miss Anne and harold were dressed in a rather staid manner, looking exactly like a Norman Rockwell portrait of someone's grandparents. On the other hand, my Mistress and Miss Deborah looked wickedly devastating in matching gray leather pant suits, black silk blouses and black heels trimmed with gray and green eel skin. Oh! How i had enjoyed dressing them! They were all in a playful ebullient mood. Their good spirits infected me like a friendly virus. Mindful of Mistress's earlier direction to serve something, i brought in caviar, Finn crisps, hot latkes with a piquant mustard sauce and ice cold vodka with thin cut wedges of orange, lime and lemon. As i served them, i delighted in bending over so that my globes and long stockinged legs were fully exposed to their eyes. The damp sticky stain on my underskirts continued to spread - it felt so..so.. excruciatingly delicious. Mistress crooked Her finger and i at once stood before Her and curtsied feeling deeply submissive and sexually aroused under the extreme Female control and strict supervision She had instilled in me. I curtsied again deeply conscious of my high heels and frilly sissy maid's uniform. "Yes Mistress", i inquired. I felt the eyes of the others as i stood before Her, the tightly tied apron on my narrow corseted waist. "Yes Mistress?" "Oh Deborah dear, would you please supervise dressing chrissy for me, that is if you don't mind." 'Of course Ellie, i'd love to, you know how I adore sissified boys in service, especially this specimen." "I want him to bathe extra carefully, not a single hair on his body and extra perfume." "Have him lay out his special plum moire uniform for you to inspect." Deborah came to me and clasped my hand. "Come along sissy." Meekly i followed. Naked in the bathroom i went about my elaborate ablution as She sat and watched, fully dressed, with undisguised interest. After rubbing myself thoroughly with body lotion, especially my smooth shaved legs, i knelt in front Her as She combed and arranged my still wet hair. As the gleaming pink polish dried on my hand and toenails, She amused Herself by flicking the sissy tears from tip of my penis and had me suck the warm stickiness from Her fingertips. It was pure cringing mortification to dress before Her lively eyes. It was made worse since She decided to lace me in the corset Herself and then rolled my stockings on for me. "You know chrissy, I just adore putting stockings on sissies", She commented as Her hand caressed my shaved, perfumed and powdered inner thighs. Deborah held the exquisite ruffled panties open for me to step into and pulled them up very snugly as i stood before Her shamefaced. My make up was closely supervised and She liberally spiffed perfume under my arms and between my legs before i slipped the frothy uniform on. Finally, She tied the apron around me patting my behind when done. "You know this uniform really does become you chrissy." "And you just LOVE wearing it in front of me DON'T you!" "Yes, yes i do Miss Deborah", i said with loving heartfelt sincerity. Instinctively i curtsied as i said it. She led me back to the living room, again pulling me by the hand. Mistress inspected me carefully, i could tell She was pleased. "Yes, you do look just perfect in that uniform." Her praise made me blush with pleasure and again i curtsied without being conscious of it. "Thank you Mistress. " "Deborah, pick out a suitable coat from my closet for him won't you." Coat? COAT! The realization that Mistress was going to take me outside like this was dumbfounding. M. Ellisia saw my shocked look and i was sure She had been expecting and waiting for it. "Yes christine, we'll be taking you with us to a party tonight." "Oh, oh, Mistress", i stammered audibly. "Please, i....i...,oh Mistress..." "STOP!" "STOP your silly whining INSTANTLY!" Mistress roughly pulled me down onto Her lap yanking my panties down in front of everyone. Viciously, She spanked me with Her bare hand as Deborah and the others watched with amusement, laughter and caustic comments. Her hand descended again and again on my quivering red globes. SMACK-SMACK-SMACK. "You'll be further punished, severely so, for that little outburst." She pushed me off Her lap. "Deborah darling, Please put a very large dildoe in his mouth for me, I'm sick of his pathetic little whines." In mortified imposed silence, my lipsticked mouth wrapped around that hateful thing, i assisted Mistress and Her company in dressing for the evening. Miss Anne dryly commented that "little girls should be seen and not heard". I had gathered that they were all going to a some sort of party across the Hudson river in New Jersey and a car was expected about eight. Miss Deborah had selected one of my Lady's coats for me. Dark gray wool with a large fur collar and matching fur hat. After i put them on, She clipped a handcuff on my left wrist and slipped a matching fur muff over it then locked a cuff on my right hand inside the muff. I was numb - afraid - confused - that this was happening to me. Everyone else was also in their outerwear when the bell rang at precisely eight o'clock. As they started toward the door, i stood frozen with fear; all but stupefied. It was unimaginable that Mistress would take me out like this. LIKE THIS! Mistress turned. "Oh you silly thing!" Quickly, She attached a leash to my locked collar and jerked me forward. The others were already in the common hall heading for the elevator. Harold Harris held the door for us. Fortunately for my sanity, only our party was on the lift. Cormac eyed me with a faint trace of amusement as i was led thru the lobby trailing after my imperial Mistress as She jerked me along with the leash. I was sobbing with little sounds escaping from the penis gag that Miss Deborah had stuffed in my mouth and secured with a tight strap. Outside, there was a dark sedan waiting. Mistress, Anne Harris and Deborah quickly went into the backseat; the door held open by a uniformed chauffeur. Once in, he grasped my leash and shoved me in the front seat with a smirky little grin and strapped me in with the safety harness. A passing group of three teenage couples were passing looking at me curiously. Despite myself and the horror of it all, i felt sluttish, exposed to their view. How i can deny it?! The incident excited me yet further. Rapidly the auto sped away downtown toward the Lincoln Tunnel. I was squeezed in between the driver and Mr. Harris. All three Women relaxed on the rear divan. The chauffeur looked directly at me when we stopped for a traffic light near fifty first street. It was a gross leering smile and i recognized him at that moment. Carson, it was carson, a tall thin blonde boy who had served as a butler at the MAC affair and was taken away mysteriously by Ravenette. On a few occasions, he had helped serve in the apartment for some of Mistress's larger dinner parties. He had always repelled me with his crude advances in the kitchen and graphic remarks concerning what he would do to me. Never had he let an opportunity pass without teasing me about what a sissy Mistress had made me into. Now i was squeezed up against him. Since i knew that he was involved with Ravenette in some way, i was always anxious that i might be exposed and my 'predicament' made known. Both raven and Ravenette had become very good wonderful friends. The thought of my debasement becoming known to them made me shudder. After exiting the tunnel on the Jersey side of the river, carson settled down to steady cruising on some highway or another. Both harold and carson began to insert their hands under my coat and dress, stroking my stockinged thighs. I was in a state of semi-shock. Strapped securely in the seat, handcuffed, gagged and helpless, i could do nothing as they toyed with me. Carson began to whisper his crude thoughts. "I have something hard and long for you!" "Harder, thicker, warmer and longer than the one in your mouth right now. " While spewing his vileness, his fingers clasped me. My head was spinning, dazed, i sat helplessly. Despite my revulsion, the old man's touch and carson's crudities aroused me to the point of fainting. I tried to keep my flaming thighs demurely closed as i had been taught. Time had lost its normal meaning and i had no idea where we were. The highway stretched away looking like all U.S.A. highways with its nondescript gas stations and other roadside enterprises. At length, we turned off and drove interminably down some local street bordered with hills. At last carson slowed the car on some side street lined with tall old trees and eventually parked in front a large brightly lit house. Through the shrubbery and curtains i could make out the indistinct forms of many people inside. Oh God i thought, how could Mistress do this to me! How could She bring me here like this! How joyous the day had begun, rapidly degenerating into an abyss of spanked chastisement. It had degenerated badly becoming, in my limited view, a steep downward slide. How does the old cliche go? Oh yes, going from bad to worse. That's it isn't it? As we prepared to get out of the car, Miss Anne suggested that the leash be taken off my collar and attached to the end of my penis cage. Carson took it upon himself to do the deed. He did it with relish. Once on the sidewalk, Miss Deborah took charge of me and led me on the lead up the walk to the already opened door of the fine old house. The taffeta of my demeaning bloomers and petticoats made a lovely sensuous, crackling, swishy sound, pressed down as they were by the heavy fur trimmed coat, as my genitals were pulled on the leash. Despite my intense shame and trepidation, testes ached in restrained pulsing passion that could not be abated unless my Mistress allowed it. The others were already inside, the ritual greetings taking place with pleasing cooing sounds reaching my crimson blushed ears. Miss Deborah lingered outside with me tugging the leash. Each little pull caused eruptions of effusive agonizing sissy dampness's on my lovely knickers. After a series a playful tugs, She slipped Her arm around my waist. Even through the coat, Her touch was electric. Leaning close, She gently kissed my cheek, letting Her tongue linger with affection. "You're going to just LOVE tonight, you silly, thing, we're going to play with you." "I know auntie plays with you and how you revel in it." "Tonight you're going to learn new meanings." She tugged the leash again, leading me into Miss Caroline's house. "Tonight will be special for you christine," She promised. I wished i could melt away, but each leash tug inflamed me further into blind lust that i could do nothing about. Like Picasso, i too knew the meaning of the "blue period". Entering, there was a veritable bevy of uniformed maids hanging the coats and other paraphernalia of those who had proceeded us inside. They literally fawned over Miss Deborah. To my surprise, they were equally attentive to me. Not so surprising really, in retrospect, since i know something of their deportment and demeanor training. A tall sad eyed sissy maid attempted to assist me. For a brief moment, and only a moment, my fettered state non-pleased him. He crooked an inquisitive glance at Miss Deborah who had already been divested of Her own coat. She laughed delightfully, handing the leash to the maid who was serving Her and produced the key to my handcuffs and other restraints. While i was being unlocked and unleashed, i noted that the other maid was Evangeline of the perpetually low cut and provocative decolletage. It implied that Mistress Anna Rhys was present here. A tidbit of fact that increased my perplexity. The memory of Her wearing a dildoe one morning, was etched in my memory. Recalling Her words and general attitude toward me, did nothing to abate the growing unease permeating my being. Watching us all with a wry smile and arched eyebrows was an extraordinarily lovely Woman. Short, red-haired and dressed entirely in black leather with ebullient multicolored accessories, the entire persona radiated enchantment. With Her greeting us, was a handsome man of classic boyish good looks. He was gregarious in a down-home way, exuding a genuine warmth. Under any other circumstances, i would have felt completely at home in an instant. Later, i learned they were, of course, M. Caroline and jack Gallante, the gracious hosts. Immediately to the left was an expansive living room crowded with people. Miss Deborah had wondered off somewhere leaving me alone shaking in terror. Espying my Mistress comfortably ensconced in an easy chair near the roaring fireplace, i made my way there and knelt beside Her. Without looking at me, being engaged in conversation with several other guests, She laid Her hand on my glimmering satin arm. "A cigarillo christine dear." At once, i groped into the pocket of my heavily starched Irish linen bib apron and extracted the aromatic weed and a lighter for Her. Fortunately for what was left of my mental well-being, Mistress seemed content to ignore me, more or less, as i knelt beside the chair holding an ash tray for Her use with both hands. It gave me the blessed opportunity to become acclimated to the surroundings and the 'weltanschauung' of the place. People were everywhere, coming and going from other rooms and floors. They seemed a rather polished group, each in their own way somehow special. Anne and harold Harris were sitting on an overstuffed sofa facing the glowing fireplace; they seemed so innocuous. Maids moved around the room, very attentive, one cleaning ashtrays with a silent butler and a clutched damp cloth, another serving canapes from a tray. Just off the living room was a dinning room with a table that could easily seat ten. It was gorgeously set and obviously being prepared for a buffet diner. The furnishings and feel bordered on the traditionally formal, but had an easy going eclectic feel to it. It was very much like Mistress's own domicile in its own unique way. Off to the side, bordering both rooms, was an enclosed porch. The glass of the windows alternating with crammed bookshelves. A bar was set up there, serviced by carson in his butler attire. Repulsive as he was to me, i must admit he looked rather splendid in his striped pants of alternating grey, waistcoat of pearl gray, winged white collar, black bow tie and black cashmere jacket with peaked lapels. I wondered, at the time, if his penis was securely locked. Little did i know! The tall sissy maid in the exquisite uniform and 'trisstessa' eyes seemed to be in charge of the others as he fluttered and fussed around the dinning room table with Mistress Caroline. I noticed his shapely shaved legs were in gleaming seamed stockings just as mine were. The seams were precisely straight but bagged slightly at the ankles. At once, i stretched my legs to make sure MY hose was correct. It seems everyone is, in fact, a critic of sorts! M. Caroline, our hostess, approached my Lady and chatted about various things i only dimly understood. Both Ladies looked down at my upturned fascinated face. Their eyebrows arched in unison - both laughing with a fulsome heartiness, obviously at my expense. At Mistress' whim, exemplified by a twitch of Her finger, i lowered my panties and lifted my skirts for M. Caroline's inspection of my teeny locked penis. Others wandered over as i obediently held up the skirt and petticoats for their perusal. By this time in my education, i had become somewhat acclimatized to such inspection by Women, but now numerous men were seeing me this way. Mistress and Miss Caroline discussed me as they all watched and listened. M. Ellisia explained for their edification how i was never permitted to have an erection without Her explicit permission. How i am spanked and caned when She detects faults. M. Caroline's comments were biting - very much to the point. It was unbearable, but as it continued, my silly little thing swelled red against its restriction. In my haze of humiliation i could hear M. Caroline's voice. "Oh and you just love being kept like this by your Mistress don't you?" SHAME. SHAME. I answered "yes, yes, Miss Caroline," in tears. At length, M. Ellisia allowed me to lower my dress, pull up my knickers and comport myself to some extent. The guests wondered away as i still sobbed uncontrollably. "As you well know, christine, you look very pretty tonight", our hostess stated sincerely. "We have planned a little lesson for you which may perhaps entertain some of my guests." I looked up at Mistress Ellisia's benign angelic face. She nodded twice. Her words swirled through my mind like a harsh wind in early morning fog. The atmosphere of the house was such that i could almost become comfortable. Everyone, of course, knew what the exact relationship was between myself and Mistress Ellisia. For myself, i felt a certain pride in my satin uniform and abject servitude to whatever rule She might care to impose on me. Yet, the thought of 'a lesson' was more than a little frightening. The reality of whatever it might be, i suspected, would be something i would love, loathe and long remember. CHAPTER X. AT M. CAROLINE'S "How unfair of the Gods to abandon so great an empire over the finest spirits to such frail conquerors, and to take pleasure in watching them rule so powerfully over the noblest hearts." Horace Mistress instructed me to join the rest of the serving staff. Standing, i straightened my skirts and smoothed down my apron. M. Ellisia inspected me quickly, nodded Her pretty head with a wry smile, then adjusted the big white satin bow of the apron making sure the ends dangled down properly. Satisfied, She dismissed me. Feeling very grateful for such small attentions, i curtsied respectfully. While i did so, i heard titters, from the corner of my eye i noticed two young Women near us. They teased and taunted by running their tongues across the shiny gloss on their lips. It had the desired inflaming coquettish result. Mincing away, i could still see those pink tongues against deep red full lips and heard the titters. How i wanted them - knowing it could not be, i wanted them all the more fervently. It took a bit of looking to find Mistress Caroline. Finally i located Her in a large ell shaped kitchen just off the dinning room and reported to Her deferentially. She eyed my curtsy just as critically as M. Ellisia. Joyce, Her housemaid, i noted, also cast a critical eye. When i had entered, the two of them were huddled over a well equipped food preparation table of solid oak fussing over herbs for a salad. Sissy joyce was lobbying for just a smidgen of sage, Mistress grimacing, exclaiming how She hated it in no uncertain terms. (If asked, i would have opted for two large pinches if poultry were being served. ) 'Well, christine isn't it?" 'Yes Mistress Caroline, my Lady instructed me to report to you." "Very good, it seems there are never quite enough servants in the house." Turning to Her maid She asked rhetorically, "isn't that so joyce?" He bowed and with a slight smile answering, "just so Mistress". "Joyce is my head of household, you will assist in any way required." M. turned to leave, then spun around with a very serious demeanor. "By the way, the penalty for poor service in this house is a severe acquaintance with a rattan cane on your derriere, plus a negative report to your Mistress." "However, I believe you will do well." "Of course, it is all up to you." Her words were a definitive example of Hobson's Choice. For a brief moment, i watched Her walk away, seeing how the leather She wore accented Her voluptuous figure, then turned, inquiring, toward joyce. My experiences with other submissives, notably carson and Evangeline, had not been of the highest quality - to put it mildly. As a result, i was not overjoyed being placed under joyce's supervision - especially since his face was not a kindly one. Surprisingly, as fate would have it, he proved to be rather gentle and helpful in an odd rather expressionless reserved way. First i was told to wash and dry the few things in the sink - mostly glassware. Then i chopped shallots, scallions and mushrooms for various dishes being prepared. While working together, joyce offered numerous remarks on where everything was and who was doing what. For example, i learned that carson was assigned as bartender, Evangeline was serving canapes in the main room, gladys (a darling older TV maid) was upstairs attending to those guests on the second and third floors. Angelica, a Woman, or 'GG' in transvestite argot, was held in reserve emptying and cleaning ash trays, at least for the nonce. Working with sissy joyce was pleasant, although he seemed so serious, nervous and a little high strung - we had so very much in common. While the many dishes for the buffet were being prepared, a familiar voice came from the hallway leading to the living room and main stairway. It was French accented - a product of finishing schools and the patois of the Pacific islands. "Carson, Carson!!, report to me at once. " Moving to the door, i peeked out. My worst fears were confirmed. It was Ravenette. "Oh capricious Gods!, what is She doing here?", i muttered aloud. Both raven and Ravenette of the Bhoruna sultanate had become not only close business associates, but dear friends as well. Whenever they were in the CITY, the three of us were all but inseparable. She glanced haphazardly down the hall - instinctively i pulled back out of sight. From the first, i had always desired Her, physically and intellectually, it was unbearable to have Her see me like this. In spite of my intense fears, i could not resist peeking out again. There was carson standing sheepishly before Her. Aggressively, She led him up the stairs. Both ascending, disappeared - just as they had the night we had all first met at the MAC anniversary. Wanting to reject what i had just seen, i stood there stupidly in disbelief until i felt joyce's hand on my satin clad shoulder. "What is it christine?" "You look like you've just seen a ghost." "Oh joyce, i'm so sorry." "Was that the butler carson who was just taken upstairs?", he asked matter of factually. "Yes joyce." "In that case, you'll have to fill in at the bar - Angelica will help here." Regardless of joyce's obvious puzzlement and concern for me, it was clear as Irish crystal that his priority was the continuity of the staff functions. Dutifully i attended the bar until such a time as carson returned. When he finally did, the wretch seemed very subdued with tear rivulets lining his sallow cheeks. Again and over again, i wondered what the relationship was between this crude boy and the lovely dusky Ravenette. Hopefully, She would stay absorbed in whatever was transpiring upstairs and i would not cross Her path. Failing that, i naively assumed She would not recognize me; just as in my naivete, i had assured myself that impassive cormac 'of the vestibule' would never associate one identity with the other. Mistress Caroline returned and after a brief inspection determined that the dinning room table could now be set. After a few last minute adjustments and quite unnecessary flourish, all was ready, pleasant to all the human senses. Finished, we both stepped back pleased with it all, joyce most especially so. At once i realized that he took every bit as much pride and satisfaction as i would have (and often did under similar household circumstances). In the main room near the fireplace, M. Caroline Herself announced that "dinner is served". Joyce and i stood demurely aside near the buffet, hands clasped over our aprons as the guests came in to help themselves. They arrived first in ones and twos, then in an eager press. We stood ready should any one of them wish something extra or have some special want. Glancing sideways, i admired joyce's uniform and caught him looking at me in the same poised way. We were mirror images. A shortish older gentleman came up to joyce putting his hand around the maid's obviously corseted waist and pinching his cheek familiarly. From my own experiences combined with joyce's abashed blush and coy demeanor, i knew he was repelled as he reveled in the attention - a paradox i knew well. The man reminded me of some sort of elder Scott Laird with a vast experience in many things and places, i could not hope to comprehend. There seemed a slight melancholic air about him. He looked rather distinguished in a raffish tweedy sort of way, with very bushy dark grey eyebrows accenting bright alert eyes. His gaze and gravelly voice turned to me. "You must be christine, your Lady has told me a lot about you." "You are sissy christine aren't you?" "Yes...sir..i..am", and curtsied appropriately. "Mistress Ellisia wants you to prepare a plate for Her." "My, my", the husky voice continued, "you do look sweet". "Yes sir, thank you sir." As i straightened from my second curtsy, i felt his hand on my thigh. It was such a contrast to carson's earlier crude probes - this man had a certain aristocratic flair, a 'savior-faire' if you will. Unlike the first time i had selected and served Mistress from a buffet table, now there was no hesitation, i knew Her wants and tastes. Before picking from the many different choices, i filled a large beaker with champagne. Joyce helped me find a proper one for Mistress - it took him only a moment to find something. It seems my Lady had been here before. Reporting to back Mistress Ellisia, i saw M. Anna Rhys sitting next to Her; both were intent in conversation with some others. Evangeline was standing obediently nearby. Her uniform skirt was much more abbreviated than usual leaving most of Her bosom exposed, rouged nipples jutting outward, stocking tops just barely visible beneath the hem. The Girl's entire body that i could see was deeply tanned except where She had worn some sort of bikini top. The effect of the pale pinkish little breasts contrasting with the dark brown of the rest of Her and the dark erect upthrust nipples in their areolae was beyond adequate description. Just as i was presenting M. Ellisia with Her plate and goblet, Miss Deborah came to join us smiling brightly, holding several lengths of wide pink ribbons and the same leash which i had been led in with. "Shall I prepare chrissy now?", She inquired, a bit to eagerly for my taste and comfort. "Bring him upstairs and let him stew there awhile until all of us are ready. " "Perhaps Anna would be kind enough to help you." " Anna?" "Mind darling?" "I relish it, need you really ask?" M. Rhys stood and as she did so Miss Deborah CLICKED the leash on my collar and handed it Mistress Anna. Jerking me with the slender chain, she led me across the room. Miss Deborah pinched my ear pulling my face to one side as some of the guests looked up. "You know Deb, this reminds me of Evangeline's first time." "Yes, I suppose it would, this must be somewhat deja-vu for you." "Actually, I've been looking forward to the initiation of this particular little sissy. " Many more of the throng in the living room watched as the two Ladies took charge of me, some smiling as if they knew exactly what was transpiring. For myself, i was mystified and nervous; their entire conversation was disturbing. Ascending the stairway, the sight of their leather clad figures and spike heeled shoes was enthralling, increasing my expectant trembling. On the second floor, my mentors turned left along a corridor. In the rooms off the hall, doors ajar, i could just barely perceive clusters of people and the rattle of voices. Abruptly we turned into a large room containing two settee's arranged in an ell configuration. The center of the space was dominated by a large circular table in the middle with several carved wooden chairs on the far side, near curtained double windows. "Sit down here", said M. Anna with a gentleness She did not ordinarily exhibit with me. Miss Deborah sat next to me, putting Her arm around me. "Poor little sissy chrissy", She murmured and brushed Her lips on mine. Mistress Anna sat on the other side, sliding a hand under my uniform pushing up skirt and petticoats. "There, we want everyone to see your pretty long legs in lovely gartered stockings don't we!" "Oh Mistress..." M. Deborah bent over slightly and tightly tied my exposed thighs closely together with one of the wide pink satin ribbons. She made a large elaborate bow. Again, She repeated Her movements, this time binding my ankles just as securely with just the same large dainty bow. M. Anna parted my lips and slid a large penis shaped dildoe into my mouth. It was more fulsome than the one i had been required to endure earlier. Both Women stood in front of me and looked at each other, "SEEN AND NOT HEARD", they laughed. Each reached down taking one of my hands. With the same pink satin ribbons, each wrist was expertly tied together, Miss Deborah fashioned another bow. Bound wrists were fastened to my locked collar. Mistress Anna had disappeared briefly, returning with a large free standing dressing mirror which was placed directly in front of me so i must observe myself. With minimal effort, i tested the bounds halfheartedly. Equally half-hearted, i tested the dildoe in my mouth. "Um..um..ump." The reflection i saw was a ridiculous sissified male with three clusters of pink ribbon swaths at wrists, thighs and ankles. My hands felt so awkward, secured as they were just under my chin. Experimentally, i wriggled my fingers, they brushed just at the chin and mouth. "LITTLE MISS PINK BOWS!" The voice came from the doorway and startled me from the mirror reverie. Looking up, i espied a devastating Woman in a dark red form fitting sheath, slitted up the side almost to the curvaceous hips. Glancing up to see Her better, i all but fainted as i saw Ravenette's face. Immediately, my head hung down to avoid Her gaze. It was a mistake. I could not avoid seeing the heels She wore - fascinated, i watched the patent rightness of them advance toward me. In hopeless fascinated chagrin, i looked up drinking in the striking vision She presented. In earnest, i struggled against the satin bindings. As soon as i began, i felt a sharp sting on my arm. Ravenette had struck me with a long tapered riding crop She had been holding. With utter disdain, She looked straight in my eyes intoning slowly - "LITTLE MISS PINK BOWS". "Just as you once named me, so I name you now." Internally, i felt completely collapsed. The tears began forming with little muffled sobs escaping from my constrained mouth. Despite it all, i could not deny that i adored being helpless before these beautiful Women. Ravenette's unexpected visitation and the intense shame i felt had blinded me to the fact that She had led carson in behind Her. He was leashed with hands cuffed behind his back. She stood him in the middle of the room and inserted a penis dildoe in his mouth securing it tightly. He was silenced in the same manner i was. From the way Ravenette flourished the wicked looking crop, Her stance and body language, i knew carson was in for some very serious chastisement. If he hadn't always been so rude and loutish, i might have felt some sympathy for him. Many others began to enter the room. Our hostess, M. Caroline, brought in Evangeline who was also leashed, cuffed and gagged. Her house mate, jack, accompanied Her carrying an armful of beautifully made rattan canes; each handle was intricately woven of variously colored suede and leather material. I cringed looking at them knowing the horrible sting a cane could impart. Mr and Mrs. Harris entered and found seats along with others i had never met before. When i had seen Ravenette here earlier, it had caused a major quake in my mind. Now as Mr. McCullough came in, i thought my little universe with its fiendly bright sun would go nova. If i cringed any tighter, i would have imploded. There were some others with him that i vaguely recognized from the company. He choose to sit with the Harris's whom he seemed to know well. There was an electric sense of an impending event. The circuit of the room was filled with expectant people, some sitting in the available places, most standing. In the center stood Evangeline and carson facing me as is at bound in the pink ribbons. Without question, whatever was to happen would center on carson, Evangeline and myself. If only we were in the privacy of my Lady's apartment rather than in this thronged room i thought. Finally Mistress Ellisia made a grand entrance striding to the center of the room. Mistress C. stood beside Her selecting several canes from the bundle jack held. It took a few minutes as She swished first one and then another, testing, until at last She kept two that seemed to please Her. One was laid on the table, the other She held. M. Anna stood beside Evangeline, Ravenette near carson. The Ladies put them down kneeling at and over the low round table. Carson's striped butler's trousers were pulled down as Evangeline's uniform and petticoats were pulled up. Mistress caroline approached the supine figures. Bending purposefully, She yanked down jockey shorts quickly followed by Evangeline's yellow satin ruffled panties. The poor girl looked so delicious with Her pert bottom exposed and upturned. M. Caroline tentatively swung a cane thru the air, again testing. Ready, She made one last theatrical flourish, then brought the cane down. SWISH / SWACK. SWISH / SWACK. Alternating, stroke by stroke, the cane fell on quivering upturned behinds as they squirmed and twitched in pain. The room was quiet as a sepulcher except for the sound of the cane as it slashed downward over and over again and the muffled moans and sobs. Wincing in commiseration with each stroke, waves of empathy engulfed me, even though both deserved such punishment, however extreme. SWACK, SWACK, SWACK. Mistress Caroline clearly enjoyed the application of physical castigation and was just as clearly an accomplished master of esoteric art forms. The expression on Her face revealed a deep cruel streak tempered only by Her own intellectual mastery of Her sensuous nature. The two writhed, even after She had sated Her desire to punish them - their bottoms a crimson flaming red. Mistress Ellisia's eyes looked wild as she passionately embraced Mistress C. who was still holding the cane. Quite unobtrusively, joyce came from out of the shadows and took the cane with one hand and presented a glass of wine for his Lady with the other. Mistress Ravenette and M. Anna helped their devoted thoroughly subdued slaves (that is ultimately what they are) to their feet, still sobbing and shaking. My Lady looked more lovely then ever as she addressed the generality of the dimly lit room. Pointing at me she began. "Here sits my little trained sissy christine, he has so much to learn." "Do gaze on this visage of a young male in a satin maid's uniform and frilly splendor; how he loves his lace and silk." All was silent punctuated by occasional titters as they gazed at me. "I've taught him well, but there are some things he must learn directly despite my efforts." With that, She turned to carson and proceeded to unbutton his vest and white shirt. To my utter astonishment, two perky hard nippled breasts were revealed unencumbered by a brassiere. Miss Deborah took my leash and guided me to a kneeling position in front of carson. With his shorts pulled down, astonished, i gazed at an unshaved hairy blond Female orifice. M. Ellisia held the squirming boy/girl in place as Miss Deborah removed the dildoe from my mouth and pressed my face between carson's legs. Hesitantly at first, i tongued Her thighs moving upward with gentle oral probes kissing slowly, sucking Her firm flesh with my red lips. At length, and reluctantly, Her flow began to ooze in sweet wetness unmistakenly Female in every way in spite of Her male appearance. At that juncture, i swallowed each dribble passionately as we both groaned in ineluctable pleasure, albeit forced by our mentors. Ravenette ambled seductively pulling carson's leash roughly, turning him around. She put my face into his posterior. Instinctively, i thrust my tongue between the fleshly globes. In my fever, i ignored the striped trousers, clunky shoes and simple cotton shorts in lieu of the biological reality She had so long wished to conceal. Tongue hung quivering in air as R. led Her slave away, the spasms of Her Vulva wet and sticky on my face. The odors of Her derriere still pungent. "So you see christine, as i have so often told you, nothing is exactly as it seems." Mistress Ellisia looked at me, the effluviums of carson's spumed effusion still damp, smearing the makeup i had so carefully applied. "Oh Mistress...Mistress Ellisia..i....i... She shook Her finger at me pedantically. "Mark this well christine, nothing, NOTHING, is exactly as it seems!" Miss Deborah stood behind me, both hands resting firmly on my shoulders. Still kneeling, shaking, aroused and confused, i looked up at Her adoringly turning my head across the shoulder to gaze at the young Lady. The smell and flavor of carson was in my mouth - it haunted my psyche. The taste and odor of a Woman. Fascinated, i followed every move as Ravenette led the Girl butler away tears still flowing down his/Her cheeks. M. Anna pushed Evangeline to me, guiding the provocative little tart with Her hands on the girl's rounded hips. Evangeline towered over me as i knelt, Her nipples harder than i had ever seen them before. More than ever, especially after the episode with carson, i wanted Her, knowing full well that my Mistress would not allow me any such thing. The girl's panties were still pulled down resting on Her black patent high heels. Makeup was ruined from the severe canning M. Caroline had shortly before applied, eyes still teary and moist. Her garish red lips were still ovalled around the penis dildoe in Her mouth. Mistress Anna pulled up the abbreviated maid's dress. Almost directly in front of my mouth was a caged tiny penis spurting sissy tears just as i was uncontrollably doing at that very moment. The stainless steel lock dangled beneath Her (?) pulsing testes. Mistress Ellisia forced a small key into my pink satin bound hand. "Well it seems time for you to unlock sissy Evangeline." "Christine, darling sissy, isn't this what you've always wanted, always lusted after?" At once, i shuddered and dropped the key that had been put into my hand. With prescience i wanted the reality of the rubber penis back in my mouth. Mistress E. pushed my head down against Evangeline's patent leather shoes. As She did so, the key was placed back into my bound fingers. The bowing motion was the only way i could have reached the key unaided. It seemed pertinently symbolic since Mistress had retrieved it for me. "Yes Christine, you will have what you have always lusted for." Fumbling, i unlocked the chastity cage from Evangeline. The way my hands were tied in ribbons and bows insured Her (his?)straining dribbling wee-wee was brushing my red lips. AS soon as the lock was off, falling to the floor, the thing sprung up like a mainsail on a Maine schooner in a brisk breeze. Mistress Anna deliberately held up a packaged condom and slowly removed it from the tinfoil wrapping. Pressing it into my fingers, She bent down whispering in my ear. "Now, you pathetic sissy, put it on Her." "Your inamorata awaits." "Oh Mistress....oh Mistress.. please!" Miss Deborah helped me guide the condom on Evangeline's rampant straining member. It spurted hot fluid on my cheek as i slid the rubber on the bulging shaft, rolling it down to the base. Bulging smoothly shaved sacs rubbed against my chin, as i encased him in rubber. His fulgent shaft twitched as i encased it. "Now christine, you must take it your mouth and fellate." "OH, oh MISTRESS!" "Ohhh Misssstresss....." she cocked Her head slightly in that special silent way of Hers that writes volumes with a glance. As i moaned in hopeless objection, the thing slid just between my lips. In surprise, they opened slightly and it slid in deeper, warm and pulsing. AII the times i had longed for this saucy young girl, gazing down Her bodice and up Her skirts, reeled through my mind. Now my lips and tongue were entwined around an obvious male member, it's heat stoking the already blazing furnace of my senses. Despite myself, despite the revulsion i had perceived concerning such activities, i exhorted the thing deeper into my mouth; my passion matching Evangeline's now uncontrolled lust. Thoughts flashed back, as i saw simultaneously in my present mind's eye my own lipsticked mouth around his (Her?) electrified pole and the first evening we had met. Her petticoats had rustled seductively, the sound of taffeta, Her heels had CLICKED on the highly polished floor that night at the MAC anniversary ball. She had aroused me beyond control causing an untoward erection bulging my tuxedo trousers; the very last thing a new employee wanted at an important Company function. In my most secret dreams, i had never imagined such a pass as this. My securely bound wrists, fingers dangling, brushed against Her smooth upper thighs and lower tummy; i could feel the softness smelling the perfume and skin lotion - Her body shaved powdered and perfumed just like my own. The obvious fact, burning in my mouth, did not change my thinking of Evangeline as HER! My eyes fell to the lacy panties at Her ankles, nestled snugly on top of the patent high heels. My tongue danced on the straining thing that all but choked me in it's fullness. There was an intensification of shuddering, like earth tremors building. The stuff of the condom was like a second skin, i could feel each vessel throttle and throttle beneath it. The volcanic explosion came and came again in primordial splendor. The dildoe in Her (his) mouth could not prevent the moans from escaping with short rapid gasps. On those rare occasions when Mistress had allowed me such release, it was always required that i must swallow my own fluids immediately after. With such conditioning, the fact of the instant moment did not seem so repulsive - especially in light of the pliant rubber encased in place. I tried to extract every iota of pleasure knowing Evangeline would be locked again at once after; never knowing when such sexual freedom might be granted him again, if ever, by Mistress Anna. Miss Deborah's petite hands were still on my shoulders as Mistress Ellisia and Caroline helped the supine limp evangeline remain standing. His chastity cage was thrust in my hand, with glee i forced it on him, securing the leather behind the spent sacs and slipped the stainless steel lock in place. As i touched him his rod began to stiffen once more, but once locked, he would never have another erection until permitted. Dear reader, i must explain that the time taken for me to write and you to read the event that happened is much longer than the relatively few seconds that actually transpired. A sissy male in the strictest of sexual submission, no longer retains any control of that organ which he once may have held so precious. Such things become the realm of Mistress' prerogative. So rare is he allowed erection, so inured is he to oral subjugation and being dildoed on a routine basis, he becomes essentially useless to a Woman in what is usually considered the normal run of coital endeavors. Please do forgive me this small aside, i will return now to the narrative at hand. Evangeline was led away on a leash, panties still down on his ankles. The full impact of what had just occurred struck me sharply. I noted Mr. McCullough and Ravenette watching me intently. Eyes automatically lowered, i could not bear to meet their gaze. Mistress Ellisia bent to kiss me on the forehead, then helped me rise from my knees. The others in the room seemed to realize the 'show', if one can call my utter shame that, began to file out seeking the many other amusements this house contained. Miss Deborah assisted seating me on one of the couches. Both began to remove the pink satin bindings holding my wrists, thighs and ankles. "You see christine, nothing is as it seems." "Little evangeline is what is known as an androgynous one, with hormones, we have underscored his own predilections." "Should we choose to do so, this may also be your fate." "In the near future, we will transform him further, very radically so." "Oh......" "Silence, christine." "You have much to learn and absorb." "I have selected your path, although different from evangeline's and carson's, you will be a sissy maid for a permanent duration always kept under extreme Female supervision." "Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Ellisia...i...do." "Very well then." They leashed me again, taking me downstairs to serve as a maid with the rest of the household staff. My heels CLICKED on the steps, my petticoats rustled with each movement - the sound excited me. A snippet from a poem i had read in college from the 'late aschan' school rattled in my head: Mirrors reflect only reflections-Every change reveals That all before was illusion- When i had first crossed the path of those few lines, they had seemed empty to me - vapid. Odd, so very odd, how tiny bits of the past which had seemed so meaningless at the time, manage to resurrect themselves standing like thunderous pronouncements of a steamy Delphic Oracle. Some few lines key stoning a solid stone arch of wisdom. They took me to the kitchen, into the benevolently good direction of joyce. One day, i hoped we might get together and compare notes. Most of the other servants were present, busy with the residual of dishes and glassware from the buffet. Evangeline's arms were elbow deep in a full sink, pretty uniform sleeves pushed up almost to his shoulders. Our eyes met briefly, both of us averting our glances at the same instant. Joyce seemed harried and tired, yet relieved that the dinner had gone well. Is it dinner or supper? One of those little things my Lady puts such store in - they haunt me - so concerned have i become with the small distinctions of another. Yes, small things that become large simply because SHE voices them. Dishes done, the many platters of food from the dinning room were brought into the kitchen. All of us, the maids of different sexes, yet uniformed maids all, and carson the butler, were invited to relax and partake. Surprisingly, few us there 'in service' had much of an appetite, despite the obvious high quality and inviting nature of the morsels on the platters. Oh what fools these mortals be! Or inversely, as i heard a notorious punster remark earlier; Oh what foods these morsels be! Joyce had evangeline, carson and myself clean off the main table. Had his choice of we three been deliberate knowing perhaps what had transpired on the upper floor? We took the tablecloths outside to the yard for a vigorous shaking out. I wondered what the immediate neighbors must think, observing all the goings on which they could not avoid seeing, no matter how discreet they might be. Not many homes boasted such a plenitude of liveried servants in this day and age. Not to mention the occasional shrieks and moans that emanated unbidden into the quiet night air. No sooner had the table been restored again to it's pristine state, then we began to prepare it for the requisite coffee ritual. There were prodigious amounts of cakes, pastries and puffy delicate things. As they were removed from their boxes, i noted they came from a distantly wide radius; apparently, a large number of M. Caroline's guests had brought some tidbit or another from their normal habitats. Evangeline was sent to the living room with a wet paper towel and silver plated silent butler to do the ashtrays. Joyce dispatched me upstairs to retrieve stray stem ware and plates destined for the busy sink. Up and down i went with spent dishes and empty goblets now devoid of potent spirits. On the third floor, i came upon the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Harris. The elder gentleman was spread eagled on some sort of leather covered apparatus that i believe is referred to as a 'horse'. Anne Harris stood over him, along nasty whip in Her hand. My first impressions of them underwent a radical revision from what i had assumed at Mistress's apartment. She was now clad only in a tightly laced black corset, black stockings and extremely high heels - ravishing. Harold's tush and slender thighs were crisscrossed with red/purplish welts. The visage of the Lady frightened and caused more gushing sissy tears to the damp panties i wore and loved to wear. She seemed so sexual and lovely, it was difficult to understand that She and he were the very same people i had met in the youth of the day. Hurriedly, i went about my maid chores, anxious to escape the room and the visages presented in it. Near the door i felt a hand on my arm. "Laddie, lad, stay the progress." The archaic language was unmistakable. Mr. McCullough was sprawled on all old refinished steamship trunk. Ravenette half naked, sprawled beside him. His gnarled fingers grasped my arm with surprising strength. "Here lad, refill these." Ravenette shook Her dark tressed head at me. Taking the two tumblers, i nodded at Her. It was clear from Mr. McCullough's slurred voice that drink hath been taken. Not yet drunk mind you, but strong drink taken indeed. As i exited, i heard Her voice. "Here uncle, drink this." Glancing back i saw Her guide his face between Her tawny thighs. Uncle? On the main floor, i reported to Joyce once again, discovering that i enjoyed somehow reporting to him. Mistress Caroline was in the kitchen inspecting everything with a most critical eye. When She saw me enter, Her intelligent face turned to Her maid. "Well joyce, what of this one?" With a brisk curtsy he replied, "good service from this one my Lady." Hearing that, i blushed with pleasure and relief, automatically executing a most respectful curtsy myself. Shortly after, i was assigned to serve as the 'door sissy', assisting departing guests into their outer raiment. A role i had already learned well under M. Ellisia's tutelage. A young plump Woman, Rosemary, was at the front door with M. Caroline and jack as i held Her fur coat. They chatted as i held it for Her. She never noticed i was there, just a mere uniformed male maid holding Her coat until She was ready to have it slipped over Her shoulders. The remaining people were gathered in the living room clustered around a glowing fireplace. In the kitchen, i slumped at the round oak table, exhausted and aghast at all that happened that long night. The house was relatively still now, with no one near i allowed myself to sob. Once let loose, sobs became copious tears. Jack strode in. Seeing me so distraught, he approached. It seemed more humiliation would accrue. Pausing, he poured a large drought of white wine and placed it on the table. "There there, is it really as bad as all that"? "Yes, well..no...that...is." "Here drink it, relax, enjoy." The glass felt good in my hand, i tipped it up and drank deeply. He placed his arm around my satin shoulder; comforting words washing over me as he did so. It all felt so good, so warm and human. Jack had a pleasant half chuckle to his speech that was infectious. All seemed quiet and reflective. Joyce brought a plate of food he had selected before refrigerating everything - with it another tumbler of the good pungent wine. Evangeline, gladys and carson joined us at the table - all exhausted. We could hear the chatter of the guests in the fire lit main room as we snacked. Joyce broke the feeling of table comradery, sending us out for various necessary cleanup tasks. Gladys and i went to retrieve yet still more sundry glasses and ashtrays from the upper floors, starting with the uppermost third wending our way downwards. Discretely, we silently entered rooms where scenes of baudelairian pleasures were in full spate progress. When the night was growing whiskers, Mistress Caroline assembled all of us that she referred to as 'the staff'. We were arranged at Her direction for a photograph. Posterity must be served i suppose in it's recollections of the past. She arrayed at the front center of the group. One of the guests snapped off three shots in rapid succession. Much later, Miss Deborah entered to fetter and leash me again in preparation for leaving. My Mistress, took the chain leading me out the side kitchen door to the same car we had arrived in; now in the driveway. Carson was at the wheel waiting, dragging on an unfiltered cigarette. Mr. Harris held the door open for Her and assisted me into the middle of the driver's seat. In a few short minutes, we were on the highway heading East toward the glow of the City, a false dark gray dawn in the sky, the spires of tall buildings rising in the distance. The Ladies were comfortable in the back, engaged in idle talk among themselves. Carson, Mr. Harris and myself were as tired as the highway was empty - tired, quiet and subdued. We sped eastward toward the unseen rising sun. CHAPTER XI - REVELATIONS "Man has his will, but Woman has Her way." Oliver Wendell Holmes We arrived home early in the morning. Carson alighted attending to the doors, chauffeur extraordinaire. It felt so good to be home again. (By this time in our relationship, i had long thought of Mistress' apartment as 'home'.) We all waved with weary arms as carson drove away from the curb, alone in the auto. Where i wondered would She go, to Ravenette, Mr. McCullough or perhaps both? Donal Cormac was in the lobby. Never had i entered or left the building without his presence manifest there. At the elevator, a couple in evening attire also waited. Both observed the leash hooked to my locked collar, but exhibited no sign of surprise. As we all rode up, Mistress exchanged minor pleasantries with them. She has a certain way with bandy conversation that i have always admired - so light and offhand, hinting at meanings and depth when it is not really intended to be there. Once in the apartment, harold and Anne Harris went at once to their room. No sooner had i undressed them and turned down the bed, then they were ready for the sweet embrace of dreams and sly sliding intimations of this life with clues of some other unknown dimension. Miss Deborah and Mistress wanted tea and pony glasses of orange liqueur which i served in the candle lit dining hall. Lovely half grays lit the windows sneaking into every crevasse of the room, just barely reflecting from the surfaces of multitudes of highly polished wood. Tired as i was, i was attentive and alert to their wants. Excited, if you will, by the fact of their being. Miss Deborah stood, leaving the table briefly and returning with two brightly beribboned boxes. She placed them in the center of the table. My Lady inclined Her finger slightly. "Come here christine." After a derigeur curtsy, i went to Her, hands clasped over my apron. "Yes Mistress Ellisia?" "These are for you sweetness." "For me?" "Yes dear, take it", as She said the words, She handed me one of the boxes placing it directly in my grasp. "For...me.. my Lady?" "Yes silly, open it." The package in my hands was light and very pretty. Hesitantly, i opened it. Taking up the tissue paper, my mouth gaped when i saw what was inside. "Really dear, don't gawk so like a monkey!" Take out your presents." One by one i lifted out seven large embroidered ribbons, each a different pastel color. Holding one up to my eyes, i read the stitched legend that appeared on each one. "Property of Ms. Ellisia Morgana Hochborg." The little tag on the container indicated the gift was from Miss Deborah. "Look closer, dear." Doing so, i noted that each ribbon also contained an embroidered day of the week; Monday, Tuesday... one for each day. M. Deborah eyed me carefully. "You see christine, it is our wish that every morning you must tie the appropriate ribbon on your silly thing each day when you arise." "Yes dear boy", Mistress interjected, "you WILL tie a pretty ribbon with a pretty bow every single morning." Oh Mistress, Oh Miss Deborah. "Yes so very SUITABLE for you, is it not?" Lady Ellisia handed me the second present. Opened, i found seven frilly knickers matching in color the ribbons; lavender, bird's egg blue, seashell pink..... "They were made in Portugal for you, my dear, do you like them?" Oh Mistress, yes i do, may i..i....change into 'Saturday' now?" "No sissy, you may not." "These panties and ribbons are for you to wear when you are not directly under my eye." "You are allowed much freedom and expend many hours doing what you please." "Henceforth, these are for you to clothe yourself under your pants when I am not present." "Do you understand, I DO mean all the time." "You will wear 'draws' and matching penis ribbon every single day." "Am I understood?" "Oh yes MY LADY, yes Miss Deborah." "You see Christine, tonight is the second anniversary of your transformation into petticoat discipline." "It was my original intention to allow you sexual release tonight." "However, you were such a naughty sissy this morning, I have decided to keep you locked." "Oh...Mistress...y.. yes... please.......please Mistress." "NO, you are to remain locked, sissy christine!" Miss Deborah leaned over whispering into M's ear. "Christine darling, you are to report to Miss Deborah in thirty minutes wearing only heels, panties and stockings." "She wishes to be serviced." "Oh...yes....yes Mistress", my curtsy was very deep. In my room, i carefully hung up my uniform and petticoats. Why, i wondered, had young Miss Deborah bothered to procure a frothy gift for me so in tune with what my Mistress had presented. It was understandable that my adored Lady might wish to allow a gift, but why Her niece, whom i had met just a few times, did so, especially in such a coordinated fashion, eluded me. I reported to Her as directed. She was already undressed and in HER charmeuse silk nightgown. "Ah chrissy, at last you are here." She handed me a hairbrush. "A hundred strokes of my hair, sissy." At first i resented Her attitude. My immediate impulse was to throw Her on the bed and penetrate deeply. The reality of my penis, locked under Mistress's strict direction, the ruffled panties and patent high heels i wore imparted the servility now so ingrained. "Yes Miss Deborah." As She sat before the mirror, i brushed Her long hair. Over and over i pulled the brush across HER tresses. It was lovely - delicious, to see our reflection in the mirror. At length, She rose up grasping my silly locked wewee, leading me to the bathroom. She sat on the wooden seat as i knelt between Her legs. TINKLE sounded as She relieved Herself into the bowl. "Yes Miss Deborah....yes." Taking some few sheets from the roll on the bronze holder, i dried Her. When She stood up, i lifted Her panties up snug; defining the vee between Her legs. In the bedroom, She sat on one of the arm chairs. "Aunt says you are skilled with your mouth." "Yes,...yes...Miss Deborah." "Very well then, attend me." Gently, She positioned my mouth between Her legs. When She was satiated, i was dismissed. "You may go to your room now christine darling." "Yes, yes Miss Deborah." "Wait!" "Tuck me in first." "Oh, Miss Deborah, yes, i...will." I pulled the satin sheets up to Her chin. "Ah you silly sissy, report to me in the morning." "Maybe I will allow you to service me again." "Yes Miss Deborah." With company in the house and dawn breaking, i had not an iota of sleep. Sunday morning was hectic. Miss Anne wished to be bathed. Miss Deborah insisted on the most personal of services. My Lady, as always, brooked no relaxation of Her usual household standards. Mistress Ellisia's niece, Deborah, Miss Deborah that is, was the last to leave the apartment. She turned, just after i secured Her coat on shapely shoulders, kissing me with affection on the cheek. As She did so, She touched me in the most intimate manner. The afternoon was lazy, Lady and myself indolent. After a light supper which i served in the library, Mistress allowed me to serve espresso in bed for Her. We were both asleep before ten that night. Early the next day, i was once again on the NYC subway system, train creaking and groaning it's way downtown. It felt so strange to be in my tweeds and flannels again after the silks and satins of the weekend. The office was relatively quiet. An interoffice memo from Filene noted that a meeting was penciled with the Ravens of Bhoruna for the following week to go over various accounts. Seeing them after the events at M. Caroline's was upsetting. Additionally, i knew that it was inevitable that i would see Mr. McCullough around the office sooner or later, if not before the meeting then certainly at it. How strange it is to learn more and more about people that we once had brief dismissive and comfortable sketches of - those little drawings we make in our minds to comfortably pigeonhole everything and everybody. That evening in my own apartment i unpacked the ribbons and panties placing them gently in a drawer i had emptied out to receive them. 'A drawer for my new drawers.' Putting each in it's place, i marveled at the intricacy of the hand embroidery. So frilly, cut in the full manner Mistress favored - so lushly extreme. The rear of each was sewn with overlapping rows of lace repeated at the thigh openings. Little bows were lush on the front and sides. All that day they had been in their boxes near my desk. At first i was nervous with their presence in the office, but at length i really didn't care. After all, co-workers and business associates had already seen me as sissy maid christine - Mistress Ellisia's trained creature. It was the first tentative glimmering that perhaps my relationship with Mistress was not at all a potential liability in the world of the Company. After all, Mr. McCullough himself was a close cousin of Hers as well as a sotted rake, among other things. The ribbons and undies looked so lovely, i determined to line a drawer with cedar and place sweet herbal sachets in it. In the morning, lovingly, i put on 'Tuesday' and tied the matching ribbon in its place for the first time. Again the office was quiet, merely routine matters to deal with; somewhat of an anticlimax to my very first day in custom step-ins and matching genital ribbon. The following day, Wednesday, there was a letter that demanded some decisions. It had been expected; the building had finally become a condominium. My long term sublet with the leaseholder contained a clause covering just such an eventuality. There was no question that i would have to vacate the place in the near future. Rather than a depressant, the news was a tonic. A brief look around the cramped cheaply constructed place, a bitter thought at the astronomical rent it commanded, made up my mind; i would get out as soon as possible - happy and eager to break with the place. No matter how long it took, this time i would find a decent well priced apartment. Perhaps staying in a furnished room or moderate hotel for what i knew would be a long search. On the spot i decided to sell off the furnishings except for a Queen Anne drop leaf table with matching chair, the little chest of drawers, and a fine old sea chest that i had been told once belonged to my grandfather. Thursday's ribbon and knickers were pale blue with pale yellow and lavender accents. That evening after work, i went directly to M. Ellisia's as i did every Thursday; the designated shoe polishing night. My Lady was not at home - so i let myself in with my own keys. After changing into my black satin uniform, i went to the closet where the extensive collection of shoes was kept; a large walk-in at the far end of the gallery away from the entry hall. One by one, i took down each pair buffing and polishing as necessary. Shoe polishing night had become an established routine chore. It amazed me how my life with Mistress had become settled into such patterns, punctuated on rare occasions by deliberate harsh escalations enlarging the scope of my servitude and obedience. Always, the sense of love and devotion i felt for Her increased after i had adjusted to each change. For many months now, all body hair was always kept cleanly shaven. It was no longer something done only for visits to the apartment. Additionally, i had taken to massaging myself with fine skin lotion, especially the legs and arms. For the face, i nightly used liberal portions of cold- cream. It was pleasant to know that i would wear silky undies every day now; they felt so good against smooth skin. Kneeling at the closet door facing the large rack containing Her shoes, i was overcome with emotion. Holding a pair of teal kid leather ankle straps, i was deeply aware of my smooth sweet smelling skin and the black patent spike heels i was wearing, my.....my uniform high heels. A racing rising tide of sexuality infected me, spreading, tingling and burning into every cell of the body -interrupting the polishing. Fingers trembled as i lifted the teal shoe to my mouth caressing it with my lips. Tongue darted out licking the smooth buffed leather at the toe, then slid to the side and heel. Oh, oh! It was like a sensuous gliding dream with a Chopin sonata in the background. The slender heel slid between my yearning parted lips. My left hand moved on its own enchanted blindly manic volition against the stockinged legs to the smooth warm thighs above as the heel penetrated. Lips engulfed it deeper as the tongue wrapped itself sinuously around it. Ohhh..., the moan slipped out around the wet heel. Hand eased beneath the panties toward the penile member -straining - unfettered - rampant bulging hard. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "YOU...YOU F'ILTHY SISSY BOY!" "STAND UP AT ONCE, AT ONCE!!" It was She. I could hear Her stamping foot emphasizing each strident word on the polished wood floor. The sounds thundered thru my confused/shocked mind. Cold blasts of ice tinged wind-like slaps blew down instantly knocking me awake from the sweet ecstatic dream. So lost had i been in irrational passion, i had not heard Her return home. The shoe tumbled from my hand and mouth as i stumbled to my feet. Awkwardly, i made a feeble bungled curtsy. Mistress roughly grasped my ear and dragged me to the salon, casting me down by the end table where a chastity cage was kept. "You pathetic creature.' "Lock yourself at once." "Now, NOW, do it." Painfully, i forced the small hated restrictive thing onto the swollen wet rod of flesh. It was strapped and locked as she stood towering above me, hands on hips. The shame of my little silly locked wewee' dribbling as i touched myself, locked so securely, was overwhelming. Yet...yet the sexual drive, the strange pulsing pleasure of Her control, was still more intense than before. Slowly, my lovely new Thursday panties were becoming damp for the very first time as i knelt cowering before Her. She sat on the couch kicking off Her shoes and directed me to remove Her stockings. At Her direction, i took each brightly painted toe in my mouth and sucked slavishly lingering on each of the two large ones. If anything, what i felt was even more overpowering than the sensations experienced at the closet. As i writhed on my knees, very slowly a realization penetrated. The array of shoes which inflamed me was nothing more than an extension of Her feet, which in turn are extensions of..... "It seems apparent that you like to suck things." "Yes Mistress", i said looking up abjectly knowing my lipstick and cosmetics were smeared. It came out as a passionate heartfelt mumble. "And you will suck whatever I instruct you to." "Yes...Mistress." "Very well then." "But since you cannot be trusted, you will remain strictly locked for four full weeks." She pushed my head away from Her feet. "Four weeks may teach you that you are simply not permitted to even attempt to play with yourself, like a child, in this house." "You do understand?" "Yes my Lady, yes Mistress", nodding my head fully conscious of the judicial pronouncement and its impact for me. She pointed an imperial finger, "go attend to my shoes properly". Standing, i attempted to straighten my uniform, apron and maid's cap; then curtsied respectfully as best i could. "Yes Mistress.' Once again, i found myself kneeling at the closet amid Her footwear with brush, buffer, polish and other implements for the care of Madame's wardrobe of shoes. The intensity of arousal had not decreased, quite the opposite, it had intensified fueled by a burning fire of glowing red humiliation and hot panting shameful embarrassment. When my duties were completed, Mistress decided to discipline me. She had me place a chair by a large dressing mirror. While She administered a painful spanking using a short supple rattan cane, i could not avoid seeing the reflections of my own severe chastisement as others must have often seen me. Over Her knee, panties pulled down, gripping my bound arms with one hand, the other rising up and down with the punishment cane, i could not really believe it was me in the mirror splayed across Her thighs. It hurt so much! Very soon i was crying, writhing on Her lap. When i begged tearfully for respite, She simply put a penis gag in my mouth and continued berating me verbally and with the nasty switch. It was rather late when My Lady was finished with me for the night. As a result, i slept over in the maid's room. She rose early joining me for a simple breakfast in the kitchen. My feelings were very subdued and adoring. Over a second cup of coffee, we discussed the situation of my flat and what i had decided to do. Mistress offered to let me store the chest and Queen Anne pieces in Her domicile until i was settled again; i was grateful for Her offer and more so for Her concern. Before i left for the office, we had walked along the wide gallery of the apartment looking at places where my few things might be placed. It all seemed so simple. Meekly i asked if space could also be found for my little chest of drawers also; the piece where my new finery was kept. "Of course dear." All the way downtown to the office, i felt the glow of Her answer as the train rumbled through the tunnels. When the meeting with the Ravens of Bhoruna finally took place, my dread and anticipation amounting to mild paranoia instantly evaporated. In the conference room, dominated by the Daville portrait i knew so well, all of us resolved the matters at hand with expedition. It was almost as though the events at M. Caroline's had instilled an intimate bond rather than something to shrink away from. Our business was settled to the satisfaction of all parties, the usual Company way. William McCullough and the two Ravens retired to his chambers to discuss some other matters. Filene and i strolled down the hall together discussing various aspects of the matters just resolved. She asked me to join Her in Her office and i followed toward it, my arms encumbered with detailed folders full of vouchers, records and all the multitudinous reams of paper that are the hallmarks and detritus of modern commerce. Curious, burdened with the records, i seated myself wondering what detail might have been left undone at the meeting. To my surprise, the subject was my own vacation time. Specifically, the fact that i had not used any since joining MAC except for a few days here and there. Filene informed me of the Company policy requiring that leave must be used after the accumulation had reached a certain high level. Months before, i had exceeded the limit. Naturally, i was aware of the policy; it was just that i was so engrossed with Mistress Ellisia and the Firm, i had never taken off for any prolonged length of time. While She spoke, i marveled at the Italian Rococo Company owned furniture She had selected for Her office. It so suited Her personality; profuse and elaborate yet solid and enduring. The story of how the firm acquired the collection was equally illuminating. As victorious German and Austrian armies rolled over Northern Italy after the battle of Caperetto in 1918, Company agents followed in their wake purchasing the furnishings from blasted estates. When the Italian counteroffensive went forward, other MAC merchants again picked over the leavings of an empty pointless war. Miss DyRuyter indicated She had to have a definitive answer when i would use at least three weeks of time. It seemed best to check with my Lady first, so i promised to let Her know by Friday giving me a chance to discuss the matter with Mistress. As i rose to leave, She held up a delicate hand slightly, the pregnant movement matched the furnishings. "Just a minute chris, please come here a moment." With a characteristic soft move of hand and head, lustrous hair flashing, She indicated the space behind Her desk. Mystified, i obeyed. She swiveled Her chair around facing me with a deliberate gaze. Without a change of expression, She stated matter of factually "lower your trousers chris". "What" "Really chris, simply lower them." "I've been asked to check up on you and that is exactly what i intend to do. " Dumbfounded, i unbuckled my belt and shyly let the trousers fall to my thighs. She smiled seeing the beribboned knickers. Bending forward slightly, She hooked a finger under the leg band pulling it toward Her a bit. "Yes, very good, you are wearing 'Wednesday'." "Now let us see if you are locked as you should be." The hand slid under the panties touching the strict chastity cage. "Yes very secure as you should be." Before i had a chance to comprehend the implications, i was dismissed. "Pull up your pants chris." "Do let me know what your vacation plans are." There was no doubt in my mind who had requested the inspection and what that implied. Before leaving the office, i simply had to know. Turning, still tucking my shirt into the waistband, i asked. "How...how....how long have you known?" "Oh chris really, everyone knows about you." "It was as clear as crystal when you were standing with Mrs. Hochborg gazing out over the river during the anniversary affair." "We all just KNEW what would happen." Leaving the room, i felt a sense of relief of sorts. For so long i had worried about the bizarre relationship and how others might view it with jaundiced eyes, yet most of the people i had met simply took it for granted. Filene's statement indicated that those who knew Mistress had expected everything to happen that actually did. For that matter Mistress Herself had indicated on several occasions that She had selected me that night and had broached the subject the very first time i had been in Her apartment. When i left the office for the day, the evening was so crisp, clear and fresh, my mood so slightly on the ebullient side, i didn't care to endure the noise and filth of the subway. Walking over to Water Street i caught the number 15 uptown bus. The chugging ride was relaxing with the broad bus windows looking out and over the ever changing scenes of the city streets -the best show in town. A pleasant contrast to the forbidding dark tunnels that the crowded subway roared through. Stopping every two or three blocks, we lumbered North, first up Water and East Broadway, then Allen Street and lower First Avenue past the endless blocks of century old tenements and new constructions. The faces we passed were a veritable kaleidoscope of humanity in all it's myriad shapes and varieties. It seemed every race in the world was represented on the slowly passing sidewalks. With the cozy warmth and movement of the bus, i seemed to fall into a semi-dream like state as the long trip uptown continued. My thoughts drifted to the large second floor room at M. Caroline's home. The emotions i felt then galloped thru my mind again and i seemed to see the faces of the many people standing around the center. Mr. McCullough, Mistress, Miss Deborah, the Ravens and M. Anna Rhys all seemed to be looking at me once more. There was something similar about them all, something familiar about those faces that i thought i should know. Despite their obvious differences, there was a thread that seemed to link them, a cant of forehead perhaps, the twist of lip, an odd common expression or the turn of an ear lobe. Something. The meeting at the office today swirled into memory and i recalled the faces at the conference table seeing the same maddening link. Yes! Filene also had the elusive thing. It sat lingering on the cusp of conscious recognition like a dream. As we passed across 14th Street into the world of high rise Manhattan i jerked awake, now anxious to get home. As i walked from the bus stop down the side street to my building, i kept wondering what it was that i had come so close to understanding. Maybe it was just the parade of faces in the streets downtown that had charged my thoughts and triggered the elusive daydream. Yes of course! As soon as i had come up with a rational working hypothesis my mind was at ease and i dismissed the strange musings. Once in the apartment, i tossed my coat, jacket and tie on the sofa and fixed a large hot tea laced with dark rum. I thought Mistress would be happy with the news of my enforced vacation and looked forward to being at Her disposal for three full weeks. When i reached Her on the phone, Her reaction was totally different. Naturally, she already knew about it and thought it a capital idea for me to get away from everything for a awhile. The more i thought i knew Her, the more totally unpredictable She seemed. It was decided i would start my free time the coming Monday and drop off the few bits of furniture and other things at Her place over the weekend. That night, i prepared to get out of the dreadful little apartment for good deciding what to keep, sell or toss out. The old sea chest was crammed with decades of junk which i started to sort. In one pile i tossed all the old games, clothes that no longer fit, old letters and books, and a host of miscellanies that had accumulated. At the bottom was a musty old envelope stuffed with old photos and papers. They were put aside for close perusal at the office. It was late when i finished, sleep would not come, the thoughts from the bus ride still rattled around, not quite as rationalized as i had thought. At the office the next day i felt sluggish but looked forward to the end of the week. It was a slow day and i had ample time to prepare and Xerox flyers for the sale of the odds and ends in the apartment. I posted a few in the office and later in the lobby of my building and some of the nearby ones. The 'garage sale' was set for Friday evening at seven. Mistress had said it would be a good time. Since it was Thursday, as soon as the handbills were up, i grabbed a cab crosstown; my Lady's shoes awaited. There was a jam up on Fifth Avenue near the entrance to the park. To kill time and try to forget the ticking meter, i opened the old envelope i had brought along, spreading out the papers and faded tintypes on the leather seat of the battered indestructible yellow taxi. Inching through the traffic, i began sorting thru the stuff. The papers were interesting; old legal documents, birth certificates and the like. At once i decided to save all of them for a closer look later. The old photos begin to send shivers up and down my spine as i quickly scanned them. Faded as they were and the dim light of the cab could not hide the images i saw. The very first showed a young man and Woman formally posed. She was in the raiment of a Bhorunese upper caste; the South China Sea robes i had seen so many times in the portraits in my Lady's salon and the office conference room. Her face was clearly different, but so close in features i knew they must be sisters. The man did not have the fine chiseled face of the youth in the portraits. Although young his skin seemed weathered, rough and ruddy matching the plain seaman's uniform he wore. Instinctively i knew he was my grandfather whom i had never known. Flipping the photo over left no doubt. In faded ink it read: Captain Einar Lovendal Princess Polly Danskton, Maine XXXXX The date was obscured by a brown water stain, but i knew when it must have been. The old story told by an elderly aunt flashed at once. How einar had brought home a bride from an obscure place in Asia whose name no one knew. For simplicity's sake they said She was a Polynesian, a princess from an island, 'Princess Polly'. How my Mother had hated Her because Her skin was tawny in the white conscious world of America; so much more, all but forgotten tales of childhood raced back. The other photos confirmed what i now already knew. The couple, older, posed in front of a schooner's stern, the carved name 'SILOENHEIA TA' just barely visible; now Mr. McCullough's vessel. Still more showed group poses in someone's home, formal and stiff as was the custom of the times, husbands hands on the shoulders of the seated Women, children kneeling in front. I could recognize some of those young children as we see something we know very well at a great distance; my own father, Mistress Herself, others. So absorbed and drawn into those hoary past tense images, i did not realize the cab had broken through the snarl, sped thru the park and arrived at Mistress' building on West End Avenue. Excited, i paid the fare and dashed to the building. The elevator seemed to take forever. Impatient, i went to the stairwell and dashed up the six flights to Mistress' floor. Breathless, i knocked on the door forgetting the bell. Miss Deborah opened the door plainly surprised at my agitation. "Oh Deborah i have some incredible news......you won't believe...." Mistress strode to the entryway clearly displeased at my exuberance. "Christine, your deportment is simply deplorable!" "DEPLORABLE!" "Go to the maid's room, AT ONCE, and report to me in the salon when you are properly uniformed. " My head bowed crestfallen. "Yes Mistress." I felt so foolish holding the tattered envelope. Silent, feeling the strict admonishment intensely, i went to the bare dismal maid's room. Uniformed and abashed, i reported to Mistress with a servile profound curtsy. "Christine, go to the closet and attend to my shoes. "Yes Mistress." I curtsied again feeling the deep pink blush on my cheeks as Miss Deborah watched. Later, Mistress's footwear gleaming, i was punished for my lapse. Mistress sent me to Miss Deborah in the West room where She pulled down my panties and spanked me until i cried and cried messing my pretty eye makeup. When She was finished with the stinging nasty punishment, i dressed Her for bed on my knees. In mistress's bedroom, i was required to pedicure Her toes as She sat on a settee near the fireplace. When dry, i took each lovely toe in my mouth. Early in the morning, i served a light breakfast in the kitchen for them. Miss Deborah looked mildly curious when She asked what i had been so perturbed about. "Oh Mistress, Miss Deborah, we are cousins, all related, you see...... Mistress I my gushing. "Yes?" "You know then!?" "Of course you silly sissy." But.. but... Mistress, why didn't you tell me?" "Very simply,.. christine, you would never have believed it." "Would you?" "No Mistress." Of course She was correct. "Had I revealed such things to you, then you would have been deprived of the satisfaction of your own special discovery." "Frankly, I'm more than a little surprised that it took a bright boy like you so long to figure it out; the facts and clues were all around you for so long." My head bowed, i felt foolish. Seeing my dismay put Her hands on my cheeks and pressed Herself against me. "But you are a very good maid, aren't you." "Yes.. yes my Lady." While Her mouth merged with my lips and Her tongue darting inside, i stood submissively with my hands clasped over my starched apron. CHAPTER XII - MAID IN RESIDENCE "Disguise our bondage as we will, Tis Woman, Woman rules us still.' Thomas Moore About nine on Friday evening, after the little 'garage sale' at my place, i reported to Mistress. It was a quiet night. In the morning, after bathing my Lady, attending at Her toilette and serving breakfast, i was dismissed for four hours. It required two buses, which came very quickly, to get to the car rental agency on lower Eleventh Avenue. The tendency is to think of Manhattan as a vast place, actually it's rather tiny when compared to The city as a whole; three Manhattans could fit with ease into Brooklyn alone. Soon i had the auto double parked at my apartment and began ferrying my things to West End Ave.; it needed two trips. I left the luggage locked in the trunk and parked in a garage a few blocks away from M. Ellisia's residence. By noon, i was back in apartment 64, the very center of my universe, in the designated afternoon uniform. Janis De Quincey arrived for dinner accompanied by a very young man nicely dressed in a pretty little girl's frock with white stockings and black Mary Jane shoes. She referred to him as Her 'niece'. In fact, he actually was Her cousin - as were we all. Miss Deborah joined the coterie just before all was ready. For dinner, i had prepared a small turkey, they are always so tricky to get just right with the outside crispy and the inside moist. With it, i placed pear and apple wedges in the roaster just before the bird was done. For side dishes, there was steamed asparagus and herbed beans in a butter and bouquet garni sauce, roast potatoes and linguine number six in a rich pesto awash in fresh ground pignoli. After dinner, espresso and anisette were served in the salon in front of a roaring fireplace. Mistress Janis wanted Her 'niece' bathed thoroughly and dressed in his nightie, then brought to the west room before She retired. He was very balky when i attempted to carry out Her directions; that is until She intervened and whipped the little dear with a short riding crop. He was quite subdued and docile after that. Sunday was lovely. Mistress Janis had transformed Her 'niece' into a saucy little sissy maid who attended to the guest's pleasures. The poor thing was totally abashed; i knew the feeling well. Mistress and Her company lolled in the grand salon as 'little felice' served them. From time to time i looked in to make sure all was smoothly going well. It was his very first time in a maid's uniform on view to others. M. Janis had him attired in a most abbreviated costume; every time he moved, his hose tops and panties showed. It was so obvious that he had not yet been penis locked - his erection protruded under the lacy apron and sissy skirts. I wondered when Mistress Janis would choose to put him in enforced chastity under Her close intimate supervision. The poor little kid; he probably had no idea what was going to happen to him. Well could i imagine what his feelings would be when that little lock CLICKED for the very first time just as it had once done for me. The thought of that moment sent a tingling rush thru my loins; especially poignant since i knew i myself would be kept secured during my entire vacation. In the kitchen, i closely read the ads in the real estate section of The Times while felice served the company. It would be no problem, i realized, finding a furnished room at a reasonable price, however unsavory it might be, until a new place could be found. Now and then felice came in to fetch things; he was so confused. I did my best to show him where things were. M. Janis and felice left late that night. Before Miss Deborah retired, i pedicured Her toenails and laid out a rather severe business suit for Her use on the morrow. The undies that would go with it, however, explored the limits of the sensuous Feminine mystique. My Lady wished to be bathed prior to bed. I became very upset when my beautiful uniform was splashed and soaked during the passionate bubble bath accompanied by extreme tongue service at Mistress' impassioned direction. Women can be such animals at times!! Oh dear, my lovely starched apron was sadly limp and very wet; it disturbed me to be so miserably disheveled. Mistress saw my dismay. She held me close, promised to fix things so future bathing would be much better for both of us. At the time, i had no conception of what She meant, just felt wonderful as Her fingers scooped up the tears from my eyes. On Monday morning, i was ready to be off at nine. Mistress knew i intended to drive thru New England all the way up to Nova Scotia. She gave me a name and address in Maine that i might call if in the area. At the door, i implored to stay with Her rather than taking the trip. With Her magic smile on, She stroked me gently across the cheek then permitted me to lick Her lovely leather shod feet. "Christine darling, when you return i will have a special surprise for you. " "Yes, Mistress." Miss Deborah stood beside my Lady. She assured me i should go and enjoy the trip. "Chrissy dear, please don't look so sad we both love you very much." She bent down and kissed me. Yes, then i realized Her concern was not mere solicitude. "Aunt Ellisia and I will have a very special surprise for you when you come back to us. " After picking up the rented car from the garage and pulling out onto the side street, i realized dumbly that i had planned every detail except how i would actually proceed to where i was ultimately going. The instant mind flash caused a burst of silent laughter in the car; silly with the lapse, i had to pull over into an empty bus stop and sort the dammed thing out. Everything was prepared, suitcases in the trunk, travel bag on the empty passenger seat - everything except the most rudimentary of an itinerary. With a few maps from the bag, i decided to go as far East as possible on Long Island past the seemingly endless suburbs of the City and board the ferry to New London Connecticut at Orient Point. By noon, i was passing the farms and vineyards of Peconic County on an empty two lane blacktop. At lands' end, the road led directly onto the docks where a ramp arched into the belly of the ship. The deep sea ferry plowed through the choppy seas of the Sound docking in New London after a rough crossing. Originally, i had a notion to drive along the coastal littoral, but on a whim i turned due North across the central hinterlands of Massachusetts, continuing deep into New Hampshire. On the third day, route 16 crossed the Maine border into a sparsely populated lake district of vast lonely forests. There was so much to think about as i followed the secondary roads across the state toward Danskton. From experience, i knew that whatever surprise Mistress and Her niece, my cousins no less, had in store for me would be entangled deeply in some sort of further reinforcement of the role and lifestyle She had created for me. It was sort of a solitary game trying to imagine what humiliating scenario She would come up with. The thoughts and images caused intense sexual excitation. If i was not chastity locked, i would have surely masturbated myself then and there. In a nondescript roadside motel, i laid out Thursdays' panties for the morrow and washed those of the previous three days. A small travel iron was ready to freshly press them crisp as soon as they dried. With the TV on, i poured over the map figuring to be in Danskton late the next morning. On the road again, i looked forward with eager anticipation to my arrival in the town. The actual entrance was a sad disappointment. The two block long Main Street consisted of broken down wooden structures with worn peeling faded paint; several were empty withhold for rent signs askew in the windows. In disbelief, i drove up and down the side streets looking for the magical heritage i had imagined. There was nothing, the place had a ragged hang dog look of poverty about it. River Street paralleled Main and looked even worse. There were a dozen rotted out piers and two abandoned ship yards which looked old and forlorn. Near the center of town was an old three story wooden hotel with a broad front porch and sagging roof. In the entry, the carpet was so worn that only faint hints of the pattern could be made out. My room was on the second floor overlooking Main Street. For a long time i looked up and down at the storefronts noting the many Danish names; silent testimony to the many refugees who had fled the disorders of the Schleswig-Holstein war of 1848 and found a haven here. Most of the quests in the hotel were long time older residents living on meager social security benefits. I met most of them in the Slesvig bar directly across the street. The people were friendly in a reserved sort of way; they didn't see many strangers in town. Gradually, it dawned on me that most of the people around were older, there were very few youngsters to be seen. A sure sign of a community in deep decline. Although i stayed for several days, i couldn't find anyone who had known my grandparents. A few remembered the name but not much else; too many long years had passed. Someone showed me where the old house had been, but it had burnt down decades ago. One of the old timers explained that the town had died when the world of wooden sailing ships had collapsed. The sea had been the economic lifeblood of commerce supporting flourishing shipbuilding and repairs, chandlery trade, lumber, provisioning and a dozen other related business'. Once a score of ocean going cargo schooners had berthed here. Mr. McCullough's lovingly restored vessel 'Sultanna' had been one of them. After a week in the Canadian provinces of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, i was once again driving through North Maine on the way back, longing to see Mistress again - to be immersed in Her world. By chance, the motel for the night was the same that i had stayed in on the outward drive. It was a Friday evening, there was nothing worth watching on the balky TV and the books brought along had already been read. Bored and restless, i kept thinking that i would just now be dressing in my beautiful black satin uniform for Mistress' pleasure over the weekend; probably a little anxious at what might transpire. One never knew or could really predict such things with any certainty. Suddenly, i remembered the name and phone number She had given me and rooted thru all the accumulated scraps of paper in my wallet until it was found. The phone was picked up on the second ring. "Rovachesky residence." "Yes, may i speak with Miss Sonia Rovachesky please." "Who may i say is calling sir?" "Christopher, christopher Lovendal." "Yes sir, please hold. " The voice was indeterminate as to gender and had a certain slight tension to it. There were several clicks as though an extension had been picked up. "Chris, how good of you to call, Ellie said you might." Her voice had a pleasant but no nonsense tone to it with a hint of the sultry. She spoke as though She knew me well. It felt wonderful to talk to Her - someone from that world that My Lady inhabited with Her inimitable style. Sonia invited me to visit for the weekend; the directions were complicated and detailed. She promised that my visit would be interesting. In the morning, i checked out early and began driving North, Sonia's home was some hundred plus miles away, close to the border of the Canadian province of Quebec. If a friend of Mistress mentioned 'interesting', there was no doubt it would be. The question was, how would it be so? The substance would surely be there, but what form would it take? Such speculation helped pass the hours on the road. A large portion of the Maine interior is owned by lumber companies. It is in fact an immense tree farm, a business agricultural enterprise that boggles the mind when one considers the usual connotations of the word 'farm'. For some reason, i have always felt that trees, especially oaks, have some sort of intelligence that we cannot begin to understand. Seeing them in their hundreds of thousands, grown to be cut down, disturbed me. One's mind tends to dwell on such byways after many days behind the wheel. At a certain back roads intersection, i turned off and eventually drove up a dirt road for at least twenty minutes, with uncut pristine forest stretching away on rolling hills. Suddenly, the road emerged in a large meadow, at least ten acres in breadth. In the center of the expanse, surrounded by gardens, sat a large very old stone house with rough slate slabs on the gabled roof. Just to the back of it was a huge stone barn, equally old, with the same slate topping. With the car parked near the front door, i walked up and used the massive bronze knocker. Just underneath it, was a small highly polished bronze rectangle reading: NORTH HAVEN ACADEMY Shortly after my knock, the massive wooden door opened. A creature in a pink satin maid's uniform with a white battenborg lace/linen apron and maid's cap to match looked at me with quixotically intense eyes. "Yes?" "Oh, ah, christopher lovendal, here to see Miss Rovachesky." "Yes sir, do come in, The Head mistress has told us you are expected." She (he?) led me into a large entry hall dominated by a lovely L shaped elaborately carved staircase. A gothic settee was nestled in the L space. The sissy thing bade me to sit with a sweet very smooth curtsy. As 'it' minced away, i could not help but to admire Her (?) white seamed stockings and pink five inch patent leather high heels. Just a few minutes later, the maidservant reappeared holding the door open. When i saw a severely elegant Lady emerging from it, i at once stood up and curtsied without thinking. The woman laughed without restraint; even the maid chuckled softly. "Well, I see your training is very well ingrained." Blushing, i answered, "yes Mistress". She laughed again. The maid's face wore a smirky little smile, obviously amused at my gaffe. "Oh that won't be necessary chris, you may address me simply as Miss Sonia. "Yes, thank you...Miss Sonia." She held out a hand which clasped my own. "Come along chris, we'll talk in my study." The frilly maid starred at us. Miss Sonia turned, "you may go about your duties SISSY sally". With a wave of Her hand she shooed him off. The way she pronounced and emphasized the word 'sissy' was identical to the way my Mistress often used it. His long mascara eyelashes fluttered quickly as he replied, "yes Headmistress", with a perfect delicate curtsy. She led me through the doorway into the rear of the house, then turned right to a room dominated by a massive planked wooden door. There was no question that this was indeed Her study. Two walls contained floor to ceiling bookshelves with an English style library ladder at the corner. The focal point of the room is a French provincial desk with a leather swivel chair, matching well tufted burgundy side chairs and sofa flanking it on either side. Off to the right side sat a long narrow refectory table with several directors' chairs around it. The table top was covered with folders, a jumble of papers and books. She guided me to the couch where we sat facing each other. The long rambling conversation was pleasant and it was clear that Mistress Ellisia and Miss Sonia had discussed me at length; the Lady knew everything. A warm glow welled up as i learned of the positive things Mistress had said about me. While we spoke, i could not avert my eyes from Her. She wore a fine dark charcoal twill suit, sheer black hose and matching heels peeked out from under a maxi-skirt just tight enough to outline Her hips, thighs and slim shapely legs. Beneath the jacket was a lapelled man-tailored vest with a gold watch chain stretched between the dual pockets. Her peach colored blouse was made of some sort of gauzy transparent stuff. The vee of the vest framed pert conical smallish breasts; She wore no brassiere. The contrast of classic conservative dress and outright sensuality was striking. Her hand unbuckled my belt, then slid my trousers down as the talk flowed between us. Once my panties were exposed, She fingered the waistband letting it snap back several times. There was a slightly hesitant knock on the door. While still playing with my darling panties She uttered "enter" in a brisk tone. It was the sissy maid sally again. His curtsy was deep and respectful, just as i had learned to execute one for my Lady. "Headmistress, may i set the table for lunch?" "Yes SISSY, you may." He curtsied again and i saw him notice my smooth shaved legs and frilly bloomers. His lipsticked smirk reminded me strongly of evangeline. Sally cleared and set the table for a simple lunch. Two young Women entered who were introduced as Miss Tracey and Miss Danielle; by now i knew that they were teachers in North Haven Academy - a school for submissive sissies. Sissy sally served a simple lunch of soup, salad and sandwiches; quite good, even by the standards i had become so well accustomed to in M.s' household. Across the hall, i could hear titters and giggles. Miss Sonia informed me that Her students were lunching in the kitchen under the direction of Miss Astrid, the school governess, who joined us shortly afterward. In my mind, i had pictured Her as a middle aged Woman. Actually, She was just as young as the two instructors - early twenties - and dressed identically in a white blouse and long black fitted skirt. Like the Headmistress, none of the school's staff wore bras. It must drive the students crazy with a desire that would not be allayed. After lunch, the academy instructress' returned to their classroom. Miss Astrid lingered with the Headmistress going over some arcane reports. Done, Miss Sonia had the Governess give me a tour of the school. It was odd being in such a place as a guest; Miss Astrid addressed me as Mr. Lovendal. Regardless, i had no doubt that She would spank me without mercy if my behavior was not more or less perfect. On the ground floor, besides the study and kitchen, is a large living room and formal dinning hall, both had large stone fireplaces burning as we passed thru. Sissy sally was kneeling by the one in the dinning room adding some wood. His white stocking tops and pink panties were clearly visible. Upstairs are bedrooms for the staff and a lovely suite for Headmistress. The attic contained barred prison-like cells on each end with a sitting area, open bath and toilet facilities in the center. M. Astrid explained that the staff enjoyed sitting here where they had a full view inside the cages and of those sissies who were using the facilities. I noted with some envy, that every cell, four on each end of the floor, was beautifully furnished in the exact fashion one might expect for a young girl. The actual classrooms are in the main basement. When we entered, six sissy boys were being instructed in sewing and embroidery. Each wore a matching girl's private school uniform of blouse, short hemmed pinafore, dark stockings and matching short heeled shoes. I noticed that every one had pierced ears with tiny pearl earrings and locked collars. A short chain ran from the pretty collars to the base of each desk. Their hands and feet were also fettered. Miss Danielle was presiding holding a nasty looking riding crop. One student, sissy linda, was crying pathetically. The place boggled my mind. In M.'s library, i had come across novels about formal sissy schools for boys, but had always thought such things were pure fiction. Here, it was a most alarming reality. The curriculum covered all the essentials: cooking, cleaning, housekeeping, dressmaking, laundry and ironing, serving at table, tongue and body servitude, toilet slavery, bondage with corporal punishment, and most of all the total humiliation and subjection of the male psyche via very strict feminization and petticoat punishment. After i had been introduced to the class as a guest of the headmistress, each student was required to curtsy and introduce themselves. One by one they did so, hampered by the leash and fetters they wore; first sissy melissa, followed by linda, then marion, cissy, theresa and roberta. There were six pupils in residence. Sissy sally, the seventh, was a graduate assigned as housemaid while his Mistress was away in Europe with one of Her lovers; a post graduate course as it were. One of the six was actually a girl sent to the academy by Her Lesbian master to enhance Her submissive obedience. Although only nineteen, her entire future would be spent under intimate absolute Female supervision, just like the sissified boys. Dinner in the formal dinning room was a dream. All seven of the maids in their black satin uniforms attended to myself, Headmistress, the Instructors and the Governess. Coffee and cordials were served in the living room. Miss Astrid brought in sissy melissa on a leash, his hands fastened behind his back. Whatever lapse he had displayed that day was to be severely punished. M. Astrid forced him down over a row coffee table yanking down his panties. Miss Tracey stood above him with a supple cane in Her hand rubbing it over the boy's naked buttocks as a teaser. When She began to whip him in earnest, the lad began to writhe in pain crying out and begging for mercy; he was given none. Headmistress ordered extra strokes, annoyed with the young boy's shameful crying and squirming. As further punishment, he was stripped naked and taken away to Miss Sonia's private bathroom where he would be chained to the commode for the night. There, i was informed, sissy boys were instructed in the most intimate of all abased personal services. Sunday afternoon was leisure time for the students. Dressed in elaborate frocks, they were allowed to have their own tea party in the main room without direct supervision. Sissy sally however, was on duty serving the rest of us. Sissy Melissa was required to serve as toilet slave until Monday morning since Her service of the previous night had proved to be unsatisfactory for some reason. About four, Governess Astrid escorted me to the study and sat down as i stood before Miss Sonia's desk. "Now then christopher, did you enjoy your stay with us?" "Oh yes Mistress..i mean.. Miss Sonia!' "Good, I'm looking forward to when your Mistress sends you to me as a pupil." "Then of course, you will know and address me as Headmistress." "Astrid darling, would you relish having Mr. Lovendal as one of your charges?" She laughed, a laughter tinged with sarcasm. "Yes my Lady, I think this one will drip sissy tears during the entire semester." "I look forward to locking him in a sissy cell every night." "In fact, I think I will take a certain enjoyment in teaching him derriere service when his time comes." As they spoke together, i stood quiet, hands clasped in front of me as though over a starched white apron. Given the nature of the conversation, i would have preferred to be uniformed at that moment. Shortly after our talk, Miss Sonia escorted me to the car. Before i got in, i fell to my knees thanking Her profusely for allowing me to visit. Graciously, She lifted Her skirts lightly, permitting me to caress a stockinged ankle with my lips. when i stood, i took Her outstretched hand and kissed it as easily as raven had once done in honor of Mrs. Hochborg when we had first met. By midnight, i was back in CT driving South towards New York City, pushing the car furiously all night, anxious to return to my Lady, more hopelessly in love with Her than ever before. In the early morning, exhausted, i stopped for breakfast at a roadside place and refueled the auto yet again. Later in Yonkers, just North of the City, i called Mistress Ellisia to let Her know i would be back shortly. The sound of Her voice was like a potent drug. Either from Headmistress Rovachesky, or from some intuitive innate sense of my hyper-state, She knew how tired i was. With a tone that brooked no hint of argument, She insisted i stop where i was, get a good night's sleep and return the following afternoon. As usual, Mistress was right. After gulping another quick meal and checking into another nondescript motel, i fell into a deep sleep. In the late morning of the next day, i awoke refreshed, ravenous and lucid. Over a warm leisurely lunch in a nearby diner, i wondered at the instinctual animal drives that had pushed the marathon all night journey from upper Maine. The words of Mistress' kitchen colloquy again tumbled through my thoughts becoming meaningful as understanding flooded beyond the dikes the mind so often builds to keep out real and hard certain truths we often illogically wish to exclude. Rested and refreshed, i telephoned M. Ellisia after checking out of the motel. Evangeline answered, so it seemed M. Anna Rhys must be visiting again. When Mistress came on, it was clear from the sound of Her voice that she was in good spirits, as she always was with company in the house. Briefly we chatted about the trip and my visit to North Haven Academy, then agreed i would return forthwith to Her direct tutelage. While entering the lobby of the grand old building, donal saw me struggling with the luggage. With a slight nod, he came over taking some of the bags to the elevator for me. My greeting was acknowledged with nothing more than a second minuscule nod. The dull metallic CHUNG of the massive front door closing startled me. The sound has a final foreboding aspect to it. The long public hallway leading from the elevator to apartment 6A seemed a little strange after being away for weeks. Evangeline responded to my bell rings, opening the door with a wide smile and friendly curtsy. He was dressed in his regular low bodice black satin maid's uniform that half revealed his budding breasts. Mistress Anna insisted on this particular style for him. My lovely Lady met me in the gallery, the beaming happy look on Her face made me feel like melting butter. Miss Deborah was right behind Her. Both hugged me at the same time and wetly kissed my cheeks. Each took one of my hands and led me to the salon where we nestled on the sofa near the fireplace as three puppies might. Evangeline stood meekly nearby until Miss Deborah ordered him off to fetch refreshments for us. It felt so wonderful to be back. While the maid served, bending over, Miss Deborah leaned forward caressing his little breasts. She softly slid Her mouth over an erect hard nipple. Evangeline literally shivered with pleasure which infectiously tingled my awareness of the presence and close open sensuality of my cousins. Abruptly, Mistress commanded me to disrobe completely. Both Women inspected me thoroughly as i stood naked before them. Mistress E. slowly fingered my locked genitals. "It's been a long time for you hasn't it dear?" "Oh yes Mistress." "Well, in a few days your sentence will be up and then we shall see." "Now go to the bathroom and bathe thoroughly." "Yes Mistress." "I'll send evangeline to assist you." Obediently i left the room. Toilette completed, evangeline secured my wrists and ankles, then locked a collar with leash around my neck. Before leading me back, he took many obscene liberties within the strict limits that he himself was constrained in. Mistress Anna's sissy maid led me back to the salon for the inspection of the Ladies. Music wafted softly thru the apartment stereo system - Mozart. Miss Deborah and M. smiled brightly as a sunrise when they saw me; shaved powdered and perfumed, i curtsied as best i could in my sweet bondage. My Lady bade us follow out of the salon and into the painting strewn gallery. The entourage followed, stopping at the door of the maid's room; a pink and white satin ribbon corsage hung on the doorknob. With a theatrical wave, Mistress produced an ornate key which unlocked the door. She took the leash from Evangeline and led me in Herself. The drab bare room that i had known so well, had been transformed beyond recognition. My bare feet felt the white flokati rug beneath. The walls were bright with white paint and beige trim. Dominating the room was a large double bed dressed with fluffy pillows and eyelet sheets and cases - underneath the fluff, i gasped when i saw lace trimmed satin sheets. At once i knew why Mistress had encouraged my long trip. The single window now held eyeletted curtains half covered by plain wooden jalousie shutters tilted upward to catch the light. In the corner sat a vanity table. "Well chrissy, would you prefer some furnished room in Chelsea?" "Oh Mistress, Oh no Mistress, No!" "Good christine." "This is your room now, that is if you choose it, I think you know what that will mean." "Well?" "Mistress", i felt overwhelmed, "yes Mistress". "Thank you My Lady." The Ladies left leaving me with sissy evangeline. He showed me the interior of the closet, filled with maid's uniforms and little girl's frocks. He especially pointed out darling uniforms of latex to be used for bathing Female guests and cousins, then left me alone. The only thing i knew from the old form of the room, was the intimidating portrait of a Woman that hung high on one wall; a riding crop held firmly in one hand. They left me there, unfettered, until six when i must report uniformed for Mistress' use. During the long lonely hours driving, something like this never entered my imagination. Dreamy, my eyes wondered over everything slowly noting the thought and detail that went into the room's design. Finally, i settled in a chair near a three foot high bookcase and scanned the titles. One volume was wrapped brightly in gift paper; it was taken eagerly from the shelf. A card was attached addressed to me in M. s' unmistakable handwriting: 'My own very dear chrissy, I promised you once I would make you a gift of this book and now the time has come'. Opening the wrappings, i saw the title 'DICTUMS GYNERIC' and remembered well that morning in the kitchen when She had mentioned it. At first, i just thumbed thru the pages, then as certain passages caught my attention i began to read in great earnest. Before long the book engulfed me. Suddenly a startling strident buzzing erupted from the wall near the door. Moving there i saw a panel i had not noticed before. It was divided into eight little boxes - one for each of the other rooms of the apartment. The one marked 'salon' was lit. Oh, oh, i understood at once, how appropriate for a maid's room. Quickly, i dashed to the living room wearing only burgundy pantaloons, matching chemise top and simple house slippers. Mistress summoned me to Her side with that imperious crooked finger gesture of Her's. "Well chrissy, I trust you like your new quarters?" "Oh yes My Lady, i...i can 't believe its all happening like this." "Just so, I rang for you to let you know that when Anna Rhys returns this evening, you will be dildoed for the very first time." "Anna requested that She be the one to initiate you." "I just wanted to let you know so you'll have something to think about." With another wave of Her hand She dismissed me. Although i was not required to report until six, i began dressing at five. It felt so comforting to be uniformed and aproned again. The feel of the seamed stockings on my legs, tight corset, heels and all the rest so strangely welcome. Promptly at six i reported to the salon only to find it empty. Mistress and Miss Deborah were in the library attended by evangeline. Entering, i felt the odd thrill of intense humiliation and twisted sexual yearning mingled together just as always when i first reported in a maid's uniform. Good, so good to be really home again. Dinner was informal with we two sissy maid's serving the two Women. All the while my thoughts drifted with dread and anticipation of Mistress Anna's return and what She would do to me. As each hour passed, my nervous state increased. It was not until ten when Mistress Anna strode in accompanied by two butchy young Women i had never seen before. Mistress A. leered at me knowingly. The Girls She brought tittered when they saw evangeline and myself in our abbreviated uniforms and crisp starched aprons. Mistress Ellisia instructed us to lower our panties and hold up our petticoats and dress so M. Anna's friends could examine exactly what we are. From their reactions, it was obvious that they had not before encountered male sissies trained as domestic housemaids. Someone, probably my cousin Deborah put on a Tchaikovsky recording, symphony number six i believe, the 'pathetique', as it is sometimes called. The music seemed heavy and portentous. At a signal from M. Ellisia, evangeline disappeared from the room, returning with a flesh colored dildoe resting on an ornate tasseled pillow. I gasped when my startled eyes fastened on it. With loving solicitude, evangeline knelt in front of his owner harnessing the device so that it protruded aggressively from the fascinating vee of Her gleaming leather pants. My Lady Ellisia stood beside me kissing me gently on the cheek, letting Her tongue linger wetly on my ear. "Christine darling, it's that time you know." "Yes Mistress", i mumbled, the tears beginning to brim. She led me to the West room, where i once had seen M. Anna administer to evangeline as She would now do to me; the scene had haunted me ever since. The others followed us into the room. Mistress Ellisia, with only a special glance bade me kneel in front of Lady Anna, who with a cruel smile guided the tool into my mouth. Slavishly, i sucked and slurped as i knew She wanted, taking it slowly deeper into my mouth. Mere words are not sufficient to describe the bubbly stew of emotions that shot thru me like quivering thunder. The presence of the two strange Women adding a nasty poignant touch as they watched with glee as though they were novice priestess' of Momus, the Greek god of ridicule. Suddenly, She removed it dripping with saliva and roughly threw me across the large double bed. Conscious of their watching burning eyes, i felt my skirts thrown up over my back, panties pulled down to dangle on my black patent heels. There was a brief pause, then the weight of a full bodied Woman pressing down. My Mistress grasped my sweating hands as M. Anna probed my nether parts. "Ohhhh" "Ahhhhhhh Involuntarily, my muscles there tensed as the thing began to intrude. With my Lady grasping my hands, Mistress Anna's full breasts against my back and the docility that had been ingrained, there was really no desire to resist the base penetration. Silent, i heard my mind scream "No, please no, don't oh don't dildoe me." The word screamed, " Dildoe, Dildoe, Dildoe." It seemed the fear of pain and the stultifying humiliating reality for a brief while did resist. But only vainly, only briefly. The pole slid into me and caused a rush of pleasure never experienced before, though often imagined. Mistress Anna swiveled and stroked with relish knowing my skewered self was captured in an ultimate and most intimate embrace from which there was no desire to escape. After what seemed a dream of forbidden ecstasy, She paused dramatically. "You pathetic sissy, you want more don't you!" "Don't you!!" "Yessss Mistress Anna, yessss." "Beg me." "Oh Mistress Anna, ohhhh." "BEG!" My legs twitched as i tried to spread them wide and arch the anus upward for the golden pleasure. Tears streamed ruining my makeup. "Oh my Mistress, oh Mistress Anna, please, PLEASE, please do it." "DO IT!" "Do what?' "Say it, say exactly what you want.' "Ohhhh, please....please f**k me, F**K me!" As i said the abasing words, begging, She slowly pushed and partially withdrew, teasing; then began to stroke with an incessant melody of motion. At that moment, i knew for certain and finally, that life without unquestioned servility to my Lady would be impossible. When M. Anna withdrew, i was a moaning quivering heap on the bed wanting to hide somewhere. Mistress Ellisia would have none of it. She sent me to my new maid's room and had me report back again for maid service as soon as my makeup was redone. Uniformed, a clean unwrinkled linen pinafore apron on, the needs of the company were attended to as always, as i had been taught. The next morning, after serving a light breakfast for everyone in the apartment, Mistress buzzed me to Her chamber. There She dildoed me Herself. As Mistress Anna was rough, my Lady was gentle and loving as only She could be in Her soft yet confident manner. Later, i wore my rubber maid's uniform for the first time while bathing the Ladies. Maid in residence for Ladies in residence i thought. When Mistress Anna and Her entourage departed in the afternoon, i could not meet any of their eyes as i helped them with their coats. With only Miss Deborah and Mistress home, all seemed as it had always been. In the evening, there was a delightful diner which i cooked and served in the dinning room, candelabra and ships' lanterns lit. The next morning, both cousins had me appear naked and proceeded to dress me in a little girls' light blue frock trimmed with yellow and pink ribbons similar to those the students at North Haven Academy wore on Sundays. Before the full cut yellow knickers trimmed in white lace and light blue satin bows were put on, Mistress slid a dildoe in me securing it to my corset with small strong leather straps. "Christine, I think you understand that you are to be kept dildoed for the rest of your life." "Oh Mistress, yes, yes, i do." "And naturally, that is exactly what you want." My eyelids closed as i answered. "Yes Mistress. " Just before Miss Deborah left, She made me stand before Her with my skirts hiked up and whipped me with a riding crop on my stockinged thighs. The dildoe in my derriere seemed so natural as She chastised me. Alone, Mistress instructed me to dress her in thigh high leather boots. She had me polish them while on Her legs. "Well chrissy, it has come to this hasn't it." "Yes Mistress Ellisia." "Sunday was the time when you used to go home, when you used to play with yourself." "Now you will live here." "Yes Mistress Ellisia." She bent down taking the lock of my chastity device, unfettering me. After being locked for so many weeks, my sissy wee-wee sprang up like a male Doberman in heat. Her six inch heels rubbed over my striding rampant member, chiding, teasing and loving. She rubbed the heels of Her boots until i hopelessly spurted in an effusion of moist come. She allowed me to press my lips on Her booted feet and swallow every gob of my own sperm. She scooped remnants of the rivulets in Her lovely vermilion fingertips, which i sucked clean and swallowed. With a smile, She slipped a new chastity restraint on me denying the priapic surges. It was tighter and more restrictive than any of the others i had been locked in. Once secured, She tightened a leather gaff attached to my corset passing it between my legs and fastening it to the back. It pressed the penis and scrotum flat under/between my legs. The effect was imprisoning in the extreme and secured the dildoe deep within me at the same time. As She pulled my blue taffeta bloomers up, She rested Her hand on my thigh. "This time darling, the lock is permanent now." "You are to wear it forever and will never be allowed out of it without my permission." "Don't ever beg or plead, that will only earn you a spanking." "I certainly hope you understand." "You do of course?" "Yes...yes...Mistress. " My hands were cuffed, a leash attached to my collar and i was led to the library. There, She guided me to a small three legged stool placed in the center of the room. Sitting me down, She then left without a word, leaving me there alone. It seemed a long time as i sat fettered, frocked and locked helplessly. Eyes wandered aimlessly along the book lined shelves and beyond into the dinning room, ever astonished at my physical and mental imprisonment. The willing bondage of mind and body. My lovely Mistress returned carrying a crystal glass filled with amber liquid and a flashing silver medallion on a silver chain. She towered over me staring down at my stockinged legs and up my dress as i sat uncomfortably, perched immobile on the little wooden stool, the leash still dangling from my collar. "Ah my little sissy, you look so sweet and vulnerable, so obedient, humble and respectful." "Next year at this time, I will send you back to Maine, to sissy school, I know Headmistress Sonia will rub off any rough spots I may have missed in your training." "Then you will be the perfect domestic slave I envisioned from the very first." "You will serve and service me for years to come in exactly the manner I dictate, always for MY pleasure." "When the time comes, I will select a Bride for you whom you will then serve for the remainder of your time in this realm of being." M. Ellisia extended the glass allowing me to sip the strong whiskey. In the liquid floated a single ice cube, melting slowly, immersed in the potent liquor; just as i floated, immersed and slowly melting in the dream world of my Lady. "There just remains one simple step for you, a simple ceremony." She held up the chain letting the medallion dangle in front of my face. At once, i recognized the Company crest. The very same that the servants at the fabulous MAC anniversary party had worn, that evangeline wore, that i had glimpsed on people at the office from time to time. "Look closely at the perimeter." Around the outside, in elegant tiny script was engraved: Property Of Ellisia M. Hochborg She turned it so i could see the reverse side: If found, return to -E. M. Hochborg XXX West End Ave. New York, NY XXXXX Mistress held the opened chain out. "Once it is on, it will never be removed." "This is the final step for you and is entirely voluntary." "The choice is yours." "Do you wish to wear this badge and understand the meaning of it all?" "Yes Mistress, yes." "Very well then." The Goddess placed the chain around my neck, letting it rest on my shoulders unlocked. "Once more, darling, I ask you again, are you sure, absolutely sure?" My head bowed eyelids fluttered. One small part of me wanted to flee, but i knew i would only return begging to be taken back into satin slavery. "Oh Mistress yes, yes." "Good". The lock CLICKED behind my neck while i said the words that i have never regretted. As i write, i can feel the weight of the medallion on my chest. Mistress Ellisia took the leash and pulled me forward to my knees. "You may service me now with your mouth, then I will cane you merely for the pleasure of it. " Adoringly, i looked up at Her. "Ohhhh...Mistress." "Mistress" EPILOGUE "And with a firm and cheerful mind I steer my course with every wind, to all the ports She has designed." Sir George Etherege As Mistress Ellisia said it would, so it came to be in the fullness of time, small things as well as those of a more weighty nature. In due course, She choose a wife for me who placed me firmly under Her strict control in all things. A young Woman i had indeed known during my years with Mistress and connected with the Company of course. Mistress Herself selected a new young man to replace me; i was not the first and certainly not the last. Being the woman she is, the adoration, obedience and sensuality of young men are things She thrives on and delights in. My own adulation for Her has never diminished a wit. We see each other often when family and Company people assemble. My second trip to North Haven Academy was far different than the pleasant first. Mistress Ellisia placed me there the following year just as She said She would. It was perhaps the most intense, fully humiliating experience of my life; a life filled with many. M. Sonia Rovachesky proved to be a most demanding Headmistress indeed. My Wife, rather my Female Goddess/husband, to put it more accurately, sent me there once again for 'corrective discipline' several years later, after i had displeased Her in some way. All that, the trips to sissy school, the marriage Mistress arranged for me, the various methods of domestic control and the rhythm of our daily lives; all that, is another story. As Mistress promised, i have learned to crave the dildoe and beg my wife to use it on me. Paradoxically, i am still frightened of it and cringe when She informs me i am to be f**ked. She enjoys to teach me with it when Her Lady companions are present; they find it most amusing. Ever since my return to Mistress Ellisia, after the journey to New England, 'little dick' has been always securely locked. Never again was i ever allowed any freedom whatsoever in such matters, which have been and remain, a subject of Female perquisite to this day. Long ago, i have learned to accept the dictum that M. first imposed: my mouth and tongue are a males' primary sexual organs to be used how, when, where and only if Lady demands. There is an odd intimate relationship between reader and writer, especially so for a book such as this. The writer exposes the most innermost thoughts and feelings for the perusal of the reader. In a sense, it is the ultimate form of friendly conversation, yet both parties are strangers despite the one sided sharing that takes place. Be well and blessed. "We drink our glass of roses, Which nought but sweet disclosures, Then in our loyal chamber, Refresh us with Loves Amber." Richard Lovelace FINIS