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Going Deeper - Part 4 Authors Note - Thank you for your patience. Thank you to all of those who have read the first three instalments, I do appreciate you sticking with this story and I'm grateful to all those who have taken the time to leave feedback - I do read it all! If you're wondering just where this story is going, or what might be in store for our hapless protagonist, then welcome to Chrissie's world and allow yourselves to fall with 'her' into the unknown! Inevitably this story now comes with an 'X' rating and for that I make no apologies. I do write for my own pleasure and it's difficult to know if that works for other people. With luck there won't be too many typos and I hopefully you'll enjoy the story. As I slipped into my bed, still with the dressing gown around me, I opened the folder and read aloud: - 'Maids Duties - Day 1' From upstairs, out of my sight and out of my earshot, Sarah watching on via her laptop suddenly moaned and gasped loudly as she brought herself off to a staggering orgasm. An orgasm that took her by surprise as her eyes rolled back and closed, her laptop slid off to one side as she quivered uncontrollably and stupendously, losing all control! Yet, she was in control. Perhaps not at that moment as her body gave way. But she was totally in control and what's more, she had plenty more in store for me! The story continues... As I slowly woke to the sound of an unfamiliar alarm clock, I twisted and turned initially feeling very tired with a strong sense of wanting to just curl up and fall back to sleep. Even though only still half awake, I instantly felt the unmistakable hold and tug on my shoulders of my bra straps. They bit into my flesh, not painfully but just enough to make me aware of their presence. At the same time I quickly sensed my silicone fillers that had long since warmed and almost 'melded' into my chest, they weren't particularly big, but they filled my 36c cups perfectly giving me noticeable but sensible sized breasts! With my eyes still closed, I stretched again fighting tiredness and knowing that I must have had a fitful night's sleep. As I lay there I tried to take on board all of the events of the previous day and evening and slowly they came back into focus. I could feel the silkiness of my long flowing black satin night dress that had clearly ridden up during the night. Now bunched up, presumably untidily around my waist. One of the thin spaghetti shoulder straps had partially slipped down my upper right arm, pulling and stretching slightly irritatingly as I moved under my covers. This had not been a dream! Twisting again I could feel the snug hold of my nylon, satin and lace encrusted panties hold me firmly down below along with the instant attempt at my morning erection! But as I turned slightly onto my front, the reminder of the slightly unfamiliar new hardness of my cage came back to me. My erection could go no further. Within an instant my swelling had been blocked by an unyielding metallic wall - the new solid looking and digitally locked Cell Mate chastity cage that Sarah had placed on me! My eyes opened fully and quickly took in the unfamiliar surroundings of a bedroom. Fuck, I was in Sarah's house! I wasn't even in my own home! Well technically I guessed that I was in the 'maid's bedroom' and in theory I was meant to be the maid! This couldn't be real, could it? Everything seemed surreal. Laying there under the duvet I became unbelievably turned on as my caged sex now strained relentlessly against its confines. It was a feeling I'd experienced many a times before, but of course this was no longer my cage, or at least not the one I'd been used to and of course I was used to holding the key. The reality and gravity of my situation was dawning on me and not only was I locked into this cage, but I'd presumably committed myself to being Chrissie for very possibly the next four days without a break! I was here, but in truth at that point I didn't even know where here was! Having arrived at Sarah's house at night time and on top of that I'd been made to wear those darkened glasses and more alarmingly, I also knew that I didn't have a stitch of male clothing even to hand! Rolling fully onto my front now I automatically pushed my groin downwards into the soft but firm mattress, letting out an audible gasp of pleasure. Fear could so easily be pushed aside by sexual gratification and I simply couldn't deny that weakness! But as lovely as that feeling was, all it did was cause me yet further frustration as I strained and swelled even harder to no avail. Knowing that there would be no 'release', my animal instinct and arousal took over as I began to gently rock slightly back and forth to create as much friction as possible. With my cage being held within knickers, I soon found myself jerking back and forth with increasing speed. Now moaning with abandon, each push down created a stronger urge of desire as I effectively attempted to 'hump' the bed! I was grateful that no one was living below this room as I'm sure the floor would have begun to thud and any ceiling light fittings would have been visibly shaking! Yet despite the glorious sensations I was getting, I knew from own cb6000 cage that I could never achieve ejaculation and this new Cell Mate cage made my own device seem distinctly amateur! Also despite experiencing several 'anal ejaculations' from my vibrating plug the previous evening, which were staggering in themselves, the desire to ejaculate 'normally' was all that I craved at that point and I knew it wouldn't come! Suddenly the alarm sounded again on its 'snooze' setting and my eyes took in the time to be 6.09 am. Taking the pace down a little, my mind cast back to the folder and my instructions for the morning. Oh shit, I was supposed to be fully dressed in my 'day' maids' uniform and serving Sarah a cup of coffee in her bedroom at 7.30am on the dot! I was actually going to be a maid and not just one dressing up at home on my own. I now had a Mistress to serve! But the question kept going through my mind, could I really do this? A 'real' girl could no doubt get up, shower and be dressed in a fraction of the time, but I knew my transformation would take longer, it took effort; taking this slowly wasn't going to be an option for me today. My arousal, although still very present took a back seat as I tried to bring myself back down. I knew that I had to focus on my task ahead. Yet I kept coming back to the question, was this really real? I knew I was there and what had so far happened, but was this just a game? The build up, the interview, the wait yesterday afternoon and of course that amazingly scarily experience in the pub - I mean perhaps that was all this really was? Surely at some point this morning, even Sarah would be having the same thoughts? Would Sarah really want to go ahead with all that had been planned, what with the alcohol, the sexual tension, the power play coupled with a degree of excited bravado from the both of us? I mean we'd probably just laugh it all off and I'd be back home within an hour or two, wouldn't I? But of course I had no actual idea if Sarah would see it that way? After all, she had gone to some considerable effort, from bringing me into her house which was could have been a risk in itself, though somehow that risk felt greater to me! Right down to the folder in my room with detailed instructions and just the whole build up over the last few days - it was all pretty elaborate and seemingly well thought out! It hit me again that I had no male clothing at all with me. My mobile phone, wallet and house keys were presumably held by her and yes, I'd willingly handed them over, but what if I simply told her I wanted them back? Surely if we just chatted about this and were honest with each other, even if she felt a little annoyed, she'd hardly kidnap me, would she? Yet in the very next thought I asked myself did I really want out of this, to call it off and simply go home, I mean this is what I wanted, wasn't it? Somehow I didn't even want to ask that question of myself and amazingly convinced myself to play along and see what happened. After all, what harm could there be in that and as Sarah had said, we are two consenting adults, why not let it all happen and enjoy it! With the alarm clock sounding a third time and despite any conflicting thoughts, I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. My position was soon starkly brought back to me as I desperately needed to urinate and remembered, as always when wearing a chastity cage that I would have to sit like a 'girl' to take a simple pee! Now wide awake and moving quickly, I found my wash kit, filled the sink and took a close shave, being very careful not to cut myself. Somehow I avoided looking into my own eyes in the mirror, maybe out of disbelief or even more possibly out of a degree of shame, I didn't know? But I was now of the mentality of getting on with my task ahead. I slightly hated that 'in-between bit' of my transformation. My first love to appear fully feminine and although I wasn't necessarily unhappy looking male, looking half and half never seemed right and it somehow allowed me to have an 'opt out', which I didn't want. Removing my bra, knickers and 'fillers', I jumped into the shower and luxuriated for longer than perhaps I should have. Gently soothed my skin with scented shower cr?me and it felt fantastic as I allowed the hot steaming jets of water to pour and pulsate over me. As I lathered my body I noticed the clear indentations still present in the flesh of my torso from my corset boning. Although I'd released myself from its confines some seven hours earlier, I had to remind myself that I'd been tightly laced in for approximately seventeen hours the day before! It looked as if I'd been 'branded' with a hot iron! Sarah knew my interest in bondage and the wearing of a corset for me was like being trussed up with unseen bindings all day long beneath my clothing and I loved that sensation. It could be hard to endure, but I was prepared to endure it! I also knew that very shortly I would be lacing myself back into the tight confines of that very same garment and quite possibly for a very long day ahead of me! My cock swelled and strained at that thought alone! I soaped washed around my chastity cage, unable to remove it of course, it did at least give me the first chance to really take a good look at it. No keyhole! Metallic, sturdy, surprisingly slim and small, but clearly built to a strong design. It certainly made my heart several beats knowing that I truly was locked down there! I reminded myself of the fact that Sarah had told me that even she couldn't release it, at least not until it had reached the end of the programmed duration and I could only presume that was indeed the case. But what I didn't know was just how she had programmed it for? Fuck! Once out of the shower I towelled myself down and I used a hair dryer to carefully dry all around the cage, it was at least effective and would avoid the risk of chaffing. Being frustrated down there was one thing, but being sore down there was something I most definitely didn't want! I realised the clock was ticking and despite my earlier questioning thoughts on just what would happen today, I knew that if I was going to present as Chrissie, then I wanted to present convincingly whilst looking and feeling my very best. With my bra back in place along with my fillers inserted, I then took a deep breath before wrapping my corset back around body, attaching the front metalled busk fastenings and then reaching round behind me to begin the task of pulling my laces tight. I decided to retighten the laces as I went on, knowing that was the best way to take it in just that little bit extra each time. Sitting gingerly due to the rigid hold of my corset, I carefully slid up a freshly opened pair of black seamed sheer nylons up my smooth hairless legs and no matter how many times I did this, every time it took my breath away slightly. For me, pulling sheer nylons on was one of the most sensual acts of my dressing and I was determined to enjoy it. Standing up, I attached them to the waiting six suspender straps, checking the straightness of the seams as I smoothed them over my skin. With my other underwear items laid out ready, my knickers, a glorious black satin full slip, I knew that my plug and the harness had to come next! Knowing that this would possibly be secured up inside of me for potentially the whole day, I nervously took it from its charging base, threaded it into its leather harness and quickly smeared lube over the semi firm shaft, as I tried to prepare myself mentally. Lowering myself back onto my bed, again, not easy in my corset, I bent my nylon clad knees upwards and taking slow breaths and I carefully eased it inside and pushed it fully home. At the same time, I pulled the four thin leather straps of the harness upwards to the waiting belt. Gingerly standing up, I then secured the belt attachment tightly around my waist and began pulling each of the four straps upwards. Sarah told me that she would check, so to not incur any displeasure I decided that I would do my best to pull my plug up as far as it would go. Interchanging this action between fresh corset tightening and but plug harness tugs, somehow I went as far with each as was possible. With my panties on and my chastity cage pushed back as far as possible, took a hold of the small padlock Sarah had supplied and locked the belt of my butt plug harness shut at my lower back! There was no time to ponder on that thought as I then stepped into my glorious full slip. Finally my dress followed, made easy as the nylon lining sliding effortlessly over my full satin slip below. In reality, it was never actually a specified maid's dress. It was in fact a beautifully cut very smart, just below the knee length dress from Jaeger. Fully lined, with three quarter length sleeves and one simple discrete zip up the back and a small kick vent allowed movement from its somewhat straight cut lower half, but the simple addition of a white satin half pinny, at least to my mind transformed it into an elegant 'domestic' style maid's uniform. It was one of the 'uniforms' that Sarah had seen me wearing from my profile photos, so I knew that it would be what she was expecting. My 'other' uniform, was of course a little more elaborate to say the least and presumably if I was still here by the end of the day, then I would serving fully dressed in that amazing outfit! That thought really did make my heart skip several beats!!! Amazingly I still had twenty minutes left, but still had a few more important things to do. Stepping into my plain matt black three inch court shoes, I then sat myself sown at the vanity table. For a second gasping as the sheer presence of my plug made itself known, which at that point wasn't even switched on!!! Carefully working on my makeup, I knew that I had to work fast, but I had to achieve the right tone for serving as a maid on duty! Not too little, but most definitely not too much, though to be fair Sarah hadn't given me any specific direction regarding makeup for my role as her maid, but I applied what I thought was right and overall felt happy with my appearance. Next came my wig and finally my satin pinny as I stood in front of the full length mirror. Tying and retying it several times around my tightly nipped in waist, checking the bow and ties for neatness and equal length. As I looked for what I thought was one last time, I suddenly stopped and took in the sight before my own very eyes. It was as if the very task of hurriedly preparing myself had almost made me forget what I was about to do, which in all honesty probably wasn't a bad thing. But now, there I was looking at myself dressed and ready (at least in appearance) as a Maid! At that very moment every sense and nerve ending seemed to tingle and come alive. From the materials, to the sounds and even the smells. Every inch of my body was now enveloped in femininity. The slight swish of my slip against the underlining of my dress and my nylons always got me! The pull on my suspender straps as I moved, the sudden restriction in my gait, the unsteadiness of my heels and of ever binding grip of my corset below was now all too apparent. At no point could I or would I ever forget my plug and its accompanying harness, even when not switched on and vibrating. Neither could I forget my ever present chastity or the constant swelling within. But then there were even the more subtle reminders, my nails, my light spray of perfume, the stickiness of my lipstick (lightly applied being on duty - of course), the hint of my fragranced shower gel and even the occasional loose strand of hair from my wig tickling my face and neck. All of it made me feel so wonderfully girly, pretty and feminine and I loved it! Glancing at the clock, I had amazingly had just over five minutes to go, but I realised that I had to find the kitchen, make the coffee and to be ready on time at Sarah's door. Fuck, I was probably going to be late! For another split second I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, subconsciously biting my lower lip gently (something I nervously did) without thinking seeing a maid looking back at me! I kept telling myself that I looked ok, I could do this, I can do this and perhaps more importantly, that I needed to do this. But crikey, I was nervous beyond belief! With no time to delay I soon found myself in Sarah's kitchen as I quickly prepared her coffee. I'd remembered the instructions, filtered coffee only, with a little milk and I found the tray to the side of the kettle. As fussed around the kitchen my heels clicked as any women's heels would click on the tiled flooring, again yet another sound that served to remind me of what I was wearing. With the coffee made, I looked at the kitchen clock and at my simple ladies wrist watch to confirm that I had only moments to spare. My initial attempt at picking up the tray caused me to place it back down straight away. Fuck, I could barely stop trembling and could see half of the coffee ending up sloshing around on the tray before I got anywhere near her bedroom door! Somehow stopping myself, I stood and took a deep breath. That in itself was far from easy in my corset, but I had to focus and pull myself together. With the second attempt, or maybe through holding my breath, I carefully headed out of the kitchen and just hoped that I could remember the correct route and even the correct door upstairs from her instructions. I passed a full length mirror in the hallway on route and momentarily caught sight of myself. With no time to stop, the image of a maid going about her duties was hammered home into my mind - that was me! Somehow with careful steps, I reached the landing without a drop split. This simple task now made all the more difficult by my choice of dress. As lovely as my dress was to wear, there was no doubt that a purpose made domestic maids uniform would have allowed me more freedom of movement! Indeed, when I had considered buying a 'proper' domestic style uniform some years ago, all of them did come styled with a 'A' line skirt half and I'm sure for good reason. After all a 'real' maid would no doubt be bending; stretching and kneeling and so on... to carry out her tasks and her here I was prancing round in a dress that was perhaps more suited if going to a nice restaurant or to a dinner party! I'd chosen style and femininity over practicality! Dressing up at home and 'playing' at being the maid had never put me to any real test and now I was going to be well and truly tested in this glorious outfit that with hindsight , was going to work against me. My own desire to feel and look feminine was going to put me at a disadvantage! But quietly I also knew that having such restriction tapped right into my own deep desire for feeling helpless and stuck. Even to wearing my corset. I mean how many real maids wore corsets under their uniforms, yet alone sheer nylons and three inch heels! But of course none of that of really mattered, or applied to my role as a maid and just how hard would my tasks prove later on when Sarah would want me in my French Maids uniform! For better or for worse, this was my uniform and I was going to have to wear it. Deep down I wanted to feel that constant restriction, whether that be directly from my dress or my sexy underwear. The masochistic side of me wanted didn't want any of this to be easy! Such thoughts actually triggered a nervous arousal inside of me. I had no intention to purposely displease, but if my tasks were made hard, then there was surely a propensity to trip up and make an error? Errors could only result in one thing - a punishment! Or was that just my fantasy? Just as I loved not having access to any male clothing (at least not easily), knowing that even if I was allowed to change back or escape that it couldn't be done quickly. I didn't want to be allowed any easy way out and I guess that I didn't want my maid's duties to be made too easy for me either. From my underwear, to my outerwear and to my heels, my clothing would all in their own way assist in trapping me. I had always had quiet fantasies of being caught and exposed, though I'm sure the reality would have been quite different. But the thought of being chased and being overpowered easily in my heels and restrictive skirts played perfectly into my 'damsel in distress' mentality that I quietly craved. But this was suddenly now very real and I truly had no idea if Sarah would push me beyond my limits? I didn't even know quite what my limits would be and even if she did decide to punish me, would I truly want her to? Would I like it, would I enjoy it, or would it actually hurt like hell and scare the living daylights out of me? In truth my vision of a punishment could have been a million miles away from hers! She had hinted that a clearly different set of rules would be needed in a 'Mistress / Maid' relationship during my interview, but eluded no further. She in turn knew that I was deeply masochistic; she knew that I quietly liked the idea of discipline and that I had strong desires to be placed in bondage when feminised. But we hadn't discussed these things in any detail and again, a fantasy was one thing! Trying to push such exciting, but distracting thoughts from my mind, I was suddenly outside her bedroom door. Only now to face another challenge, with the tray in both of my hands and in three inch heels, could I chance letting go with one hand to knock? Oh fuck. Bending down carefully wasn't easy. My dress, corset and of course my plug made that task tricky to say the least, but somehow I did it and standing back up realising that time must have run out, I again took another deep breath and with no time left, I knocked. Stupidly I should have done so whilst crouching down, so yet again this everyday task became my challenge. On hearing her say "Enter" I clumsily managed to go through the door, having to repeat my actions yet again! Unbeknown to me, just as in my maid's quarters, hidden cameras had actually been placed all around her house and she was following my every move, including my awkwardness outside her door - and she revelled in every moment of it! Watching me as I entered, she could barely contain her own enjoyment as her maid stood there looking helplessly petrified holding a tray with her morning coffee on it. Feigning sleepiness, she roused and greeted me with a "Good morning Chrissie" as I 'dipped' into a light curtsey, straining every muscle to hold the tray and coffee level. "Good morning Mistress" was my response as I was simply instructed to place the tray on her bedside table. Stepping back a few feet, I then dipped again and stood with my hands neatly clasped together against my half apron, my legs tightly clamped together, with one knee ever so slightly cocked and bent, and my head eyes lowered in what I could only hope was adequate deference. None of this had been detailed, but it all just felt quite natural and right to do so! Sarah watched my every move unaware that my stomach was performing somersaults out of fear and nervous anticipation. She realised that yes, training would be needed and that she would relish in subjecting me to that, but what she was seeing on that very first morning was nothing short of natural subservience and submission! She could tell that I wasn't just 'acting' the part with a naughty little glint in my eye, as if trying to play at being some sort of pantomime dame. She could see that I was clearly nervous and that her role required her to take charge. Indeed, she couldn't quite believe just how natural my movements and mannerisms were and she knew those would be the hardest to teach! Having woken up that morning and telling myself that all of this would just be a bit of fun and nothing more than a nice game, I also realised that even if she ultimately kept me here until the end of Tuesday in her office, that despite my own fears I could do this. I could cope. It would no doubt test me and by the end of it my feet would no doubt be killing me, but what the hell, I could do this and more importantly - I wanted to, even if it meant leaving behind all common sense! After all, as she'd said, we were both here by choice. No one had made me do this and at the moment I truly could and didn't want to think beyond that! Yet as she looked at me, Sarah was seeing and indeed planning a much bigger picture! She as 'the Mistress, dominant and owner' and me as her (if possible) permanent, long term, fully feminised maid, secretary and fully indentured general factotum! Her 'muse' as it were, a project, but not just a passing one. Or at least in her head that was what she was rapidly planning on! She had wanted to find a boy or a man for some time and her dream of being able to turn him into a 'her' was now very possibly standing right in front of her! It may well have been her 'fantasy' just as I had mine, but suddenly she could see real possibilities right before her. I had no idea just how or what she might be capable of, or indeed just what I might either agree to, or what I might simply be subjected to - that thought alone always scared me! Her next words were "Well, what a lovely wakeup call my dear..."she smiled, "...you really do make such a delightful maid. Now turn for me 'girl'!" Fuck, she said 'girl'! Gosh it made my heart jump, but that's what I was, or at least what I portrayed!!! I loved the fact that I was being instructed. I was being told and not asked - and I did it! Slowly I turned and then instinctively dipped into a small curtsey holding up the hem of my dress. "Delightful..." she exclaimed, "...and what's more I even just caught a glimpse of the lace trim of your slip!" she smiled, "Ever so feminine!" she laughed. She watched me redden with embarrassment. "Oh don't worry Chrissie..." she said, "...it's exactly how I want you..." She added, "...a hint of a slip is so enchantingly feminine and looking at your reaction, I would say you're just as enamoured about wearing not only your slip, but that dress, the heels, those glorious stockings and of course everything else on under there!" She smiled heavily raising an eyebrow in question. "Would I be right Chrissie darling?" She looked hard at me. "Yes Mistress," I said as I dipped yet again. "It's lovely to wear..." I paused, before adding, "...It's ALL so lovely to wear, thank you." "And please tell me that you 'do' have everything else on under there?" she said with a beaming, but inquisitive smile. Already knowing the answer as she'd observed me through her cameras, she didn't want to let on that she could spy on me as and when. Dutifully I told her that I was which was, followed by another curtsey, to be met again with a simple and excited "Good girl!" Her broad smile continued as she spoke with a definite glint in her eye, "Well I'm glad you like your uniform and I can assure you I'm very much looking forward to seeing you in not only this uniform each day, but that other delightful and rather sexy creation that you have waiting in your room!" Her comments weren't lost on me as she clearly indicated to me French Maids uniform. I already knew myself that I could almost make myself cum from just the thought wearing that dress and all of its paraphernalia, though of course not when confined in my chastity! So if I was turned on now, quite how I would cope later on would be quite some challenge! But before I could think any further on that, she added, "In this house Chrissie, at my office or indeed wherever we are, you will be my 'girl' and a very feminine girl at that..." she said "...and so far you're not disappointing me!" she smiled, pausing before continuing. "You'll need to know that the 'other you' as far as I'm concerned does not exist from now on..." she said, "...at least in my mind!" She watched me carefully before saying, "Understood?" "Yes Mistress," I replied, though her words made me feel utterly lightheaded and without any instruction I simply 'dipped' into yet another small curtsey as I said "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, I truly only want you to see me as your girl!" as my words petered off. I was scaring myself at what I was saying, but I'd dreamt of such a situation for so many years and here I was! I wanted this, I wanted this desperately! "You're learning fast young lady!" she said, clearly seeing the unease in my face. Unwittingly I was acquiescing by the second and my own ability to maybe say 'no' was fast diminishing. Unbeknown to me, Sarah had studied and read enough books to know about the psychology of the 'dominant and submissive' relationship and she wasn't unwise to signs, signals, body language and or the 'types' that met the perfect criteria for feminisation. Whether that be enforced feminisation, or feminisation on a voluntary basis, indeed often the two were needed to be combined! From our early exchanges via email, our telephone chats and our initial meetings, Sarah was confident that my personality, my traits and what appeared to be my 'natural' willingness to submit particularly when en femme made me the perfect 'type', or at least for her specific needs! This search for hers had been long in the waiting and she'd learnt enough to see that my natural deference was simply coming to the surface. Encouragement and of course firm direction from a strong woman (herself) would still be needed, but at this stage she could see no major issues in subjugating me to her complete will. The key to her controlling me was to slowly manipulate and manoeuvre me further and further into her web, initially through my own voluntary feminisation, but then with her slowly enforcing it to a point of no return! To be fair it was a half won battle already as I was of course there by choice, but equally she knew enough to know that if not handled carefully I could slip from her fingers. The right balance was needed. If she was too full on I could run, but if her dominance was too little, my mind would have time to think and dissatisfaction and even shame could set in. Ultimately she would use my sense of shame, but in a positive way. She had to show my 'worth' and my 'value', but only as Chrissie the maid, the secretary, the servant and the submissive. It was the 'other me' that had to be shamed and that would be her aim. She was also realised that I had to kept sexually aroused on a permanent basis. My feminisation was the first key to that and the easiest. It cut to the very core of what I was. She needed to keep me dressed as sexily and as feminine as possible and ideally at all times! Secondly, I needed to be constantly 'edged 'and turned on. This would be handled through enforced chastity and by the use of my plug and then finally by using me for her own sexual pleasure. Of course there would be challenges. But all of these thoughts and ideas had been there ready. Her job was to now put them all into action and somehow try to keep them in place! Either way, she held more of the cards as it were than me. She had time and she was determined to do her level best to win this game. Our two minds couldn't have been in more different places if we'd tried as I stood there almost numbed and lost like a lamb. I was effectively a lump of potter's clay and she was the potter and I was about to be made into whatever she wanted! Little did I know just how strong her desire was to mould and shape me and at that point in time, me not knowing was probably a good thing. All of these thoughts and possibilities made her juices flow all the more and she had to fight off the urge to masturbate herself there and then a she observed me! But despite the tingles of lust and wanting, she also knew that she had to maintain her position and mine within this new and exciting dynamic. The 'Mistress / Maid' role would be unleashed and without further ado! Just as I needed to be controlled, she needed to control! Her words were soft, but clear as my next instructions quickly followed. "You may go now and prepare my breakfast Chrissie; you will find a red folder on the kitchen table detailing clear and precise instructions for you. I will be down shortly. The newspaper should be delivered soon, get everything prepared and be ready to serve me!" I curtseyed with a quick, "Yes Mistress," to be met with a simple, yet another heart lifting response - "Good girl!" Lost for a split second I stood there somehow pausing, she added laughing, "As delightful as you are to look at young Lady, you have jobs to do. Now Shoo!" I had simply been dismissed! I felt nervous beyond belief, yet also incredibly proud! Back downstairs and in the kitchen I busied myself carefully following her written instructions. Despite trying to concentrate, with every move I could feel my dress and slip slide over my sheer nylon encased legs and that ever present 'rasp' of my stockings as they brushed against each other. That brought a smile to my face as she been keen to mention during yesterday's interview that that very noise would please her greatly. My heels merrily 'clicked' away and the occasional strand of hair from my wig fell across my face as I tucked it behind my ear in such a naturally feminine way and all the time my caged sex swelled against its confines. Gosh, everything felt so amazing! Remembering the newspaper, I quickly placed that next to her glass of orange juice and fussed with every last detail in an attempt to impress. With fresh coffee ready and yoghurt, melon and muesli at hand, I waited nervously for my Mistress to appear! 'My Mistress'!!!! I could barely believe that I had just thought that! On entering, I executed another curtsey and then I stood dutifully to one side, pouring and clearing as and when. I'd genuinely never done this before, but somehow I knew what and when to do it, or at least I'd hoped I was ticking all of the right boxes! As a child I had watched 'Upstairs Downstairs' a popular tv series and with or without knowing, I had be transfixed by the 'pecking orders' and hierarchy between the masters / the mistress and their servants. I had always quite naturally been drawn the serving role and more specifically, the female serving role! And here I was finally doing it - I WAS the serving girl! It dawned on me quickly as I stood there passively, trying not to fidget, sway or move as she ate and read her newspaper, that I was effectively being ignored and rightly so. This was at least for today, my new station in life! Unbeknown to me, ignoring me was actually hard for her, but she was determined to play her role properly and subsequently, my role was to be seen and not heard. I was simply her maid, a visual treat, her servant and hers to use. She also knew that I had to be taught patience and making me wait would be a regularly used tool of hers! Some forty five minutes later she simply instructed me to go upstairs and prepare her scented bath. Once it was run, I was to report back to her. I was then dismissed to my task. It was a relief to at least move as I soon found standing perfectly still in my three inch heels was beginning to take its toll on me. I knew that I couldn't complain and I was only too aware that at some point later on in that day I would be stepping out of these particular heels and into my four inch lockable ones! Presuming of course that I would no doubt be serving her at some point in my French maid's apparel? With the bath prepared, I was soon back at her side as she finished the last of her coffee. Thanking me I was relieved that I'd done well, only to be given more instructions! "You may clear away now Chrissie..." she said, "...there's a small piece of melon and yoghurt in the fridge, remember, just a glass of water..." She smiled, adding, "...then back upstairs to my bathroom in 15 minutes sharp!" Upping and leaving me, I had to work quickly! Hurriedly I cleared the table and loading the dishwasher, eating only a mouthful of melon and a small pot of yoghurt and sipping some water, which was all I had time for. Her timings were doable, but they were clearly designed to keep me on my toes and dead on 15 minutes later I nervously knocked on the bathroom door. Summoned in, I was faced with the more intimate role of being a 'ladies maid'. With her soaking in bubbles, I was then instructed to move next to the bath and told to sponge and wash her body! I hadn't expected to be allowed such intimacy so early on, but then all of this was a day of 'firsts' for me now and I felt so privileged and grateful! Explaining, that one of my roles would be to take care of such tasks as and when, saying "We're all girls after all..." she giggled, adding "...you poor 'girl', here you are washing my body, touching me and I can't help but wonder what that's doing to you!" She had quite literally subjugated me to the level of a chaste 'female' maid and I adored it! At that moment I desired her, I wanted her and yet she was right. Sexually I was a captive, or at least for now and I had no idea when my cage might be released. I was utterly dependent on her as to what pleasure I might or might not receive! It also scared me as to just what I might agree to do to be allowed such a treat! Somehow I focussed on my task despite my frustrated urges and I managed to keep my uniform dress and sleeves dry. As she finally stepped out of the bath I was then given the task of drying her off with a large soft bath towel. I had never felt so 'unlike a man' in my life. I wasn't gay, in fact I was very drawn to her sexually, yet I was there solely to be a subservient 'girl' and I loved it - I had allowed myself to be transformed into some sort of eunuch! Purely to serve and take care of her and it all felt just so right! Eventually I was instructed me to clean the bath and tidy everything as she disappeared back into her bedroom to dress. She reappeared in pair of stylish designer jeans, some flats and a cashmere sweater as she watched me tidying up, saying "I will have you dress me on other occasions Chrissie and I'll teach you to comb my hair and you may even get to put on and remove my underwear, but I appreciate everything is so new for you today. This is day one after all!" she smiled. Making me wonder 'day one of how many'? Oh my gosh! The thought of dressing and undressing her, even handling her underwear! But although part of me wanted to see her dressed right there and then in a nice dress or skirt and looking wonderfully feminine herself, yet again as with the office she was the one in trousers, flat shoes and practical, comfortable clothing! Feminine without a doubt, but the contrast with my own attire hit home! All logic should have made me hate this surely? Being used, being a servant. But it didn't, in fact I loved it and I craved it and the more I did it the more it turned me on! I remember thanking her and dipping into yet another automatic curtsey much to her joy. Simply smiling at me and saying, "Meet me in the kitchen in 10 minutes!" The morning basically continued with one job after another, nothing too arduous, but barely allowing me time to really think about my situation. My tasks ranged from putting some washing on, to cleaning the hall floors, emptying the dishwasher and some light dusting and vacuuming. Although not standing over me, she was clearly never far and she watched me closely. At times I was left alone, but of course she could go to her lap top or mobile and monitor my movements at will. I equally would catch occasional glimpses of myself working away in the various mirrors around the house, a vision that would literally catch my breath - that was me, a serving uniformed Maid!!! Twice the plug buzzed into life up inside me and both times it took me by surprise! I had to work hard to concentrate as the vibrations varied from light to full on teasing my inner glands beyond all measure. I served her a mid morning coffee during one such vibrating session. She simply smiled at me as I poured her coffee whilst clearly struggling to maintain my composure! The truth was I was happy! In fact I felt amazing. Yes, still nervous and a little scared, but overjoyed at my situation, my attire and my position as her maid! Eventually I prepared a light sandwich for her and a smaller one for me, mine to be eaten separately, the Mistress / Maid rules still applied! She took this opportunity to remind me that I would be required to 'watch' my diet, saying, "It's important for a pretty girl to remain petite and feminine, whether you are serving me in your uniforms or dressed as my secretary at the office!" Such comments made my head swoon as it reinforced the image of me being in her 'girl', to being feminine and to being 'pretty' and quietly I loved hearing it. It also reminded me that on Monday morning I'd be faced with spending the day as her secretary in my lovely office style attire! With my brief lunch completed, my duties carried on and after hanging some washing out in her kitchen out house I was called into the dining room and summoned to stand before her. Telling me that she was giving me a few moments 'out' she thankfully offered me a seat, which I gladly accepted as my feet were by now on fire. She wanted to know just how I felt and was quite keen to know if I felt she was being a 'fair' Mistress? The truth was - I felt amazing and I told her! I told her that she had been wonderfully kind and considerate to me and that although I was still a little worried and nervous still, all I wanted more than anything was to please her. Telling her that I just hoped that I hadn't failed or disappointed her in any way. She listen carefully somewhat shocked herself that I was this happy and content! I was the gift that just kept on giving for her which simply gave her the impetus and the drive to push me on further and further. I even mentioned my aching feet, though quickly adding that I wasn't complaining, which was promptly met with a, "I should think not!" delivered with a slight smile adding, "They may be my rules, but they were guided by your own choices young lady!" Watching me she continued, "You know it's not uncommon for 'girls' like you to exaggerate and perhaps talk up their experience in heels and even their actual dressing..." She smiled, adding, "...would that be fair Chrissie?" I didn't verbalise an answer, but she clearly knew and my eyes gave me away. "And that's fine, by the way..." she said, "...after all..." she smiled "...your discomfort doesn't affect me; you're the one who has to cope with your clothing and your footwear..." She smiled, adding "...and you will!" She paused, reflecting as she spoke, "I once had a boy who absolutely insisted that he loved wearing a tight corset and when I finally laced him into one, he promptly fainted" she smiled, "You on the other hand clearly have more experience Chrissie, but playing at being 'the maid' at home and telling me that you've worn heels for hours on end is one thing..." her eyes caught mine, as she added, "...Doing it is another!" She smiled "You agreed to my requirement for heel height and indeed many other things, all of which are non negotiable!" She went on, "As I said Chrissie, I'm a 'visual person' and I will want you to be visually pleasing for me at all times and does include me seeing you in a certain height of heel. Don't misunderstand..." she said, "...I wouldn't want you in agony, but your occasional discomfort can be seen as a 'positive' for me as it shows a true willingness and desire to please me..." She smiled, adding "...and you do want to please me don't you Chrissie?" "Yes Mistress, I do," was of course the only answer I could give. "Good!" she said. "Then we'll hear no more on the subject!" I genuinely wasn't complaining, but that one simple response clearly closed the matter down and my Mistress had simply decided! Again, although that worried me, her no nonsense control excited me. Likewise, she smiled to herself with a growing confidence that she could simply make any and all decisions for me. She was quite simply beginning to relish her power and that excited her! "I think you have real promise Chrissie..." she said as my eyes momentarily caught hers. Quickly averting mine she carried on, "...But it's clear to me that you require close supervision and direction and I intend to give that to you." Oh shit, I heard every word, but could barely believe my ears. "You clearly don't want choice..." she added. "...And taking away your choice, takes away your own guilt and shame of wanting to dress as a girl!" "I will tell you now..." she said, reeling me in with every sentence, "...having seen you fully feminised, you are truly far better suited as a 'girl'!" She smiled, continuing, "...but more importantly..." she said "...a submissive 'girl'!" She went on "And please don't think that submission is a weakness, in fact I view it as the complete opposite!" she said. "Handing over control takes courage!" "I don't know whether you know it..." she continued, "...but you are also far more attractive as a 'girl' and I whole heartedly believe that you're happier..." She paused, leaving just enough time before adding, "...maybe happier than you've ever been?" "In fact..." she said, "...I'm confident that dressing and submitting go hand in hand for you!" Crikey! If you could hit the nail on the head, she was not only hitting it, but driving it home! She must have switched on her mobile as my plug buzzed back into life! Letting out an audible 'Arrrrgh' she smiled heavily to herself whilst watching my every facial expression. This was all part of her plan, her psychology and her control over me and she was winning! For me, with the plug buzzing away inside of me, it meant that any chance of debate or argument simply fell away. Sitting on the firm upright chair just as last night in the pub, served to push my plug up even further and as the vibrations increased, my eyes slowly began to glaze over! Smiling as she watched me slowly succumb, she said, "That's it, just enjoy it." As she paused, continuing, "You need never feel shame or guilt, because I believe that you're now simply allowing yourself to emerge and be the 'real' you..." She watched me. "...And the 'real' you is a submissive 'girl' who wants to serve and submit." Although my eyes were now closed, I heard her every word. "Like you..." she continued, "...I'm also emerging and it feels good, in fact it feels very good!" she said. "Every now and again certain paths cross our lives that we can chose to walk away if we want..." she said, "...or we can grasp and embrace them. Sometimes they can be once in a lifetime opportunities!" "You don't need to answer, in fact..." she said, "...I honestly don't believe that you will want to answer that." My legs clamped tightly together as my hands clenched my skirted thighs feeling the suspender straps below. Gasping again and leaning slightly forward, my body contorted slightly to the unseen vibration inside of me. Whether Sarah turned the device off, or whether the random setting simply allowed me a break, just as quickly the torment ended - but fuck, I felt so aroused and turned on I wanted to cry. "We'll talk more..." Sarah said, "...but I am glad that you're happy and wanting to please me..." She smiled, adding, "...a Mistress couldn't want more from her maid!" "However" her voice suddenly changed and became a little firmer, as she caused me to focus. "As we're here and in a suitable location..." she said, "...there is an issue that I do need to raise with you young lady!" "Please stand up and leave the chair in the middle of the room." As I stood now a little more nervously, I failed to notice the leather strap to her left on a small table. "On the subject of giving you close supervision and direction, I inspected your bedroom mid morning and I've got be honest, I wasn't best pleased!" She walked around me. Before I could even try to think about what I might have done or not done, she carried on, "I expect your room to be immaculate and it was not!" I quickly tried to utter a, "Sorry Mistress," but was cut off. "The duvet was not neatly put back, your nightdress was left dishevelled and towels weren't hung up neatly..." she said, adding, "...These may seem minor infractions Chrissie, but you had an alarm clock and you had time this morning and if a maid can't keep her own bedroom tidy, then what hope is there for the rest of the house?" she said. Adding "And I would be amiss if I let that pass!" "Now," she stopped. "I know all of this is new and you might think I'm picking holes, but you do need to know that failings will have consequences!" Without a pause she quickly added "Pull your dress and slip up and bend over the back of the chair, legs neatly and tightly together and I want your hands holding onto the seat," she said as my eyes caught hers, instantly I realised that was wrong of me as her face became stern. "Do it NOW girl and don't ever even question me with your eyes!" I truly wasn't questioning, I think I was just shocked. But in truth reasoning didn't matter. Shit, somehow I did as she said; only now with me very visibly shaking. Watching me carefully, she also knew that I couldn't be pushed too far just yet, but clearly this was a test that she had to subject me to and she had been desperate all morning to punish me. Her own desire could barely be contained a moment longer! Moving behind me with the leather strap in her right hand she knew not to rush this. Every second meant anticipation and fear and they were key ingredients in her control and my submission. I was a grown (in theory free thinking man) albeit dressed and serving as a submissive female maid and now I was about to allow a dominant lady punish me! To anyone watching on, this whole scenario, these last two days, the whole build up over the last few weeks would simply be absurd! But to the two of us, it made perfect sense, even if I couldn't put it into words. Sometimes words simply weren't needed. It was going to happen. It had to happen and that was all! "As it's you first infraction Chrissie..." she said, "...I shall be kind and only give you 10 strokes of the strap..." She paused, making me jump as she touched and ran her fingers across the tight sheer satin of my panties. "...and on this occasion, I shall do this through your pretty knickers!" I jumped again as she stroked me once more, only this time I got a sharp "Don't flinch 'girl'!" she said, adding, "I don't play at this and these won't be gentle taps young lady, but I do expect you to take them!" Oh shit. I had no idea just what was going through my mind, but I sensed her positioning and steadying herself behind me. "I also don't want a sound from you until I've finished..." adding, "...and if need be I will gag you and we will start all over!" She paused, before adding, "Only when I've finished will you stand up, curtsey, thank me and apologise!" She paused. "Do you understand me 'girl'?" Just as I gave an affirmative, "Yes Mistress," with the first stroke making contact a second later - Fuck! It was bearable, but I did hurt and it certainly wasn't gentle! For the next few moments and in an alternating, steady rhythm, she struck each cheek through my panties. I was thankful that the blows struck my buttocks and not the base of my plug. That thought alone was incomprehensible! But each strike caused me to jerk and gasp slightly and before I knew it, it was over. On hearing her place the strap down, I quickly straightened myself up and turned and dipped into a deep curtsey, apologising profusely and thanking her! As I stood back up, it was only then that the heat and a stinging pain began to emerge. I knew I was flushed, not at the point of tears, but I felt out of breath and quite chastised! Quietly she'd hoped I would cry, but told herself that that could wait for another day. It was a good first time gauge, though more force and more spanks were clearly needed! I was then instructed to lower my dress, as I sexily wiggled my slip and dress down, quickly sorting myself out as best I could a she watched on. Had I looked her in her eyes, I would have seen that she was somewhat flushed as well. What I didn't know was that, on the final spank she had experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of her life and was still feeling the ripples of that!!! I had no idea, but deep down she desperately wanted to do it all again, harder and faster! Her mind was filling with thoughts of bondage, whips, gags, chains and hard rampant sex! Given the chance, she could get carried away, but she knew that controlling her own desires was vital. More could and would come, but not now, she had to show restraint - even smiling to herself for thinking that that very word - 'restraint'. It just inflamed her passion even more! The sensation for me, although painful in a stinging way, very quickly moved its way round to my groin, both amazingly arousing me beyond belief, but also resulting in making feel like I was going to wet myself! Not that I was 'into' wetting myself, but I was massively aroused and turned on. The atmosphere in that room was now very highly charged and alive with eroticism! Trying to stand still, elegantly and submissively took all of my focus. I actually felt like a little girl, an extremely subjugated little girl! The dynamic had changed once again and the shift in power felt very real. What I also didn't know, as with all of her rooms, was that once again everything had been captured on film! Finally she spoke, saying, "I won't say that I didn't enjoy that Chrissie..." she said, suppressing her own smile, "...and although I won't actively seek to punish you, I will as and when I feel it necessary..." she added. "...I won't always need a reason and of course you will not be permitted to question. But I will find it quietly satisfying to correct any failings or shortcomings with you my 'girl'!" "As it is your first day..." she said, "...I've even let you off for arriving at my bedroom door late this morning!" she said. Oh shit, I nearly looked up but thought the better of it. "Oh yes, it wasn't missed young lady and to be fair you were no more than a minute late..." she said, adding, "...but can I be confident that won't happen again tomorrow morning?" Dipping into another curtsey, I gave a quick, "No Mistress," and telling myself that I would definitely get moving tomorrow morning no matter how tired I was! She went on. "As my Maid, you effectively bypass 'normal' employment rules. But under my rules you effectively become my property and I see it as my right to administer discipline!" She raised an eyebrow to me to see my reaction. "Tell me Chrissie..." she said, "...how does that make you feel?" she said, adding, "Do you feel hurt and angry, unjustly treated..." she said, "...or do you feel glad and grateful that I'm prepared to take the time to correct you and teach you? "Mmmm?" Shit, by now, yes I felt levels of heat and pain from my rear, but I was also so amazingly charged and aroused to almost bursting point! Curtseying again, I told her so, I told how scared I was and yes how it hurt, but that it felt right and that YES, YES, YES, she should and must correct and punish me whenever necessary! But when I'd finished, followed by yet another curtsey, she looked upon me with a huge smile! "Oh my..." she said, "...you really are quite a find my darling..." She smiled, saying, "...and yes, you will be punished my 'girl', make no mistake..." She laughed. "...but I will tell you that you are pleasing me by the minute, very much so!" Scared but overjoyed, I was then told to attend to some cleaning of the drinking glasses in the kitchen and dispatched with yet another deep curtsey! She had apparently gone back upstairs as she threw herself down onto her bad and reached for her iPad. Keeping one image on me in the kitchen, she quickly found the footage from my punishment session and played it back as she brought herself 'off' to yet another powerful orgasm! Only now even more determined to propel my feminisation and service beyond even her original dreams and it was then that she made a telephone call! Half an hour later I was told to go to my room and tidy up correctly, before she appeared telling me that she was going to go off out for a while and that I was to be given some rest time. This was a nice surprise and very gratefully received. However, it wasn't quite what I was expecting! She then advised me to use the toilet which I did, only to return to find her clutching what appeared to be several black leather belts. They seemed to be approximately three quarters of an inch in width and maybe a couple of feet in length. She could see that my eyes were now nervously transfixed by them and knew that she was going to enjoy this next stage in my development. Wasting no time she then explained that I was to be tied up securely and left whilst she went out! This would explain the encouragement to relieve myself and for that I was at least grateful. My body began to tremble as I was simply told to stand straight and place my hands behind my back. "Just relax" she said as she could see my obvious shaking as she set to work binding my wrists tightly, but not too tight to prevent circulation. Oh my gosh, bondage was a passion for me, but in truth I'd only ever practised self bondage on myself and now here I was about to be tied up for real! "I know you like bondage..." she said as she then placed a further strap from behind me, running just under my breasts and round my whole torso. The result was to pin my arms into my sides and it did so very effectively. I could feel her fuss and tug firmly on the strap, securing it somewhere in the middle of my back. Her movements were quick and efficient and I got the impression that this wasn't her first attempt at tying someone up! I was then instructed to position myself onto the bed, face down. This wasn't easy as she watched me struggle somewhat in my heels and now unbalanced with my top half bound. Finally kneeling up on the bed, she laughed telling me that it was only a duvet and mattress and that I was to fall face down into a laying position and to place my legs neatly together. Once done, she clambered on the bed next to me and swiftly began securing my ankles tightly together with a second binding just above my knees and below my dress hemline. Despite my excitement and fear, I simply allowed her to tie me up and not once did I question or resist! Then after fussing at my ankle bindings, my feet were raised up and pushed towards my bottom and tied hands. Some more fussing followed with further bindings and I soon found myself in an extremely firm and reasonably tight 'hog tie'! In less than five minutes, I had been rendered completely bound and totally helpless! Sitting herself down close to me on the bed, she then quickly checked every strap checking for any slackness or looseness, saying "There, all nice and secure..." She laughed, adding, "...a pretty little maid all tied up!" I jumped slightly as she gently stroked the back of my sheer stocking covered legs as she spoke, "Now I know you've already told me on several occasions about your desire to be tied up young lady..." She paused. "...but wanting to be tied up and experiencing it are two different things..." she said "...but just like the analogy of 'playing at being the maid' and getting used to your heels. Real bondage is a little different than what you might have done on your own, or indeed with what you might get visiting some 'pay by the half hour' mistresses out there!" "There's no reason why you would have known this..." she went on, "...but yes I've done this before and on top of that I was also quite a keen amateur wall climbing enthusiast some years ago, so I do know my knots and I know how to tie things quite securely..." sShe laughed, tugging at my bindings, adding, "...ok, strictly these aren't knots, but I think you get my drift!" "And I'll also tell you that I've quite an imagination when it comes to bondage and all that it can entail!" She paused letting that sink in, before addingm "So let's just say, that this little display is a simple precursor to I suspect much more to come and I will look forward to exploring that with you!" Oh fuck! I heard every word and the thought of much more to come and her potentially limitless imagination for such left me utterly dry mouthed with nervous anticipation. Either way, lying bound as I was I could tell that I was certainly well and truly secured. These may have been simple bindings and it may have only taken five minutes, but there was no way I could wriggle free or escape! Watching me closely, she then moved her hand up and over my thighs and over my dress and slip, when I was subjected to two sharp pinches on each buttock, though my dress, slip and knickers. But with my recent spanking downstairs I yelped out and flinched as she achieved the desired effect from me, much to her obvious amusement! Laughing aloud she saidm "It does make one feel somewhat vulnerable, doesn't it!" as I managed to reply with a, "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." As she continued to touch, stoke and toy with my bound feminised form, the realisation of her own power and control was becoming gloriously apparent. She had experienced tying subs up before, but this somehow felt different. Normally her dominance only lasted for an hour or two at most, with never any real 'connection' between her and the sub. But this was different; this was taking over her every thought and she was loving it. The sheer sense of real potential ownership and control was now very much at the forefront of her mind! And looking down at me, I was ticking every box for her and more! She had wanted that helpless 'she-male heroine' for so long and now tied up before her was just possibly the one who could fulfil that role! Biting her own lower lip to try to suppress her lust, she felt yet another surge of desire between her legs once again. It was intoxicating and she knew that also had to be careful, it would be all too easy to go too far and abuse me beyond safe limits and she recognised that responsibility. But the thought of just having that power turned her on just as my own subjugation and surrender turned me on! I wasn't gagged but I knew that I should somehow remain quiet as she spoke whilst all the while touching, fussing and stroking me "Now you've got a busy evening ahead of you my darling, so I'm going to leave you to have a little rest, but also to give you a chance to take on board everything that has happened, yesterday, last night and today and over the last few weeks" she said. "I'm going to be gone for a couple of hours..." she said, "...I'm not going to gag you for safety reasons and I've allowed for circulation, so I promise you you'll be quite safe." She smiled to herself adding, "Do feel free to wriggle around if you like..." she said, having watched me hump my bed that morning, adding, "...I have a sneaky feeling that you'll like the sensations you get from that" she laughed. Suddenly she moved closer and pushed both hands around and underneath my skirted waist into my groin. Finding their goal, my cage through my satin apron, dress, slip and panties, she again giggled as she blatantly manipulated my cage from side to side quite vigorously. This was the first time she'd actually used her own hand and tied as I was there was nothing I could do to stop her! I gave an audible 'Arrrgghhh' as I tried to wriggle away, but to no avail. She watched me closely as she simply 'edged me' through my chastity and my dress. I could hear her own breathing getting deeper as she worked away on me clearly becoming excited herself. "Oooooh..." she cooed, "...I bet that feels so nice Chrissie, but so terribly frustrating, Mmmm?" "Yes..." she said, "...seeing you so girly, so feminine and so helpless!" as I moaned openly to her touch. "That's it darling..." she said, "...hump the bed for me" she laughed letting go and watching my own sex driven compulsion to somehow obtain enough friction from within my cage to take me over that edge - but I couldn't. Just as in my bed that morning, no matter how hard I pushed and bucked, the sensations, although high, remained just that! I must have pleaded with her a verbal 'please', but to no avail as she moved off the bed and surveyed the staggering sight before her own eyes. Trying to contain her laughter and joy, she simply said, "Oooh Chrissie..." she with clear excitement in her own voice, "...I'm going to have fun with you!" she said. Out of breath myself and utterly lost in my own desire and yearning, I heard her quickly say "But later..." she laughed, "...bye for now and enjoy yourself my darling!" reaching the door with me still helplessly trying to hump the duvet, she added "I'd suggest you stay central and don't fall off of the bed, otherwise you really will be uncomfortable." "And remember..." she added, "...try to get some rest whilst you enjoy your predicament, because you'll be on duty later in that beautiful French Maids uniform, all padlocked in, including those four inch heels young lady. So I'll need you to be alert and on your toes!" Leaving me with that thought did nothing to quell my urges and if anything it inflamed more desire from me. Before I knew it, I heard her leave the room closing the door behind her. I strained as I could just hear what sounded like the front door slamming and possibly a car pulling away some minutes later. There really was no way I could escape. Though would I have wanted to? None of that mattered; I was after all quite literally stuck! It was at that point, the plug slowly came back into life! Oh fuck, I hadn't forgotten that it was still in me, that was almost impossible, but I had momentarily forgotten that she could activate from anywhere at any time! Presuming it was on the random setting, the next two hours were clearly going to test my resolve to the limits! I almost instinctively found myself rocking furiously again back and forth pushing my groin into the bed as my plug went up a notch or two. Although the sensation was amazing, as hard as I pushed and pumped I was incapable of taking anything to a conclusion at least from my penis! Fuck I was turned on and yet could go no further than achieving a glorious frustrated numbness at my caged sex, but I knew that my anal orgasms could and no doubt would take over and rip through my satin and silken helpless form and that was going to happen whether I wanted it or not! She did indeed check the cameras with her phone several times and more than once caught me 'humping' the bed much to her glee. What I didn't know as that she was actually off out to meet up with a very good acquaintance by the name of Fiona. Unbeknown to me, my role was about to take its first steps from being solely exclusive!!!!! With me now lost in my own haze of impending delirium, Sarah waited patiently in a coffee shop for her friend, she pondered excitedly just how quickly and how powerfully the events of yesterday and today had gone. Her meeting Fiona today was originally just a thought, an idea at the back of mind should possibilities look good in the future, but she now needed to share this with someone urgently and more importantly with someone who understood and who could even help!!!! From her mobile app she could also tell that I'd already experienced the first orgasm in my back passage as she quickly flicked over to the camera image of me face down, writhing and twisting with nowhere to go. Unconsciously her left hand dropped between her legs as she pushed inwards and suppressed a gentle moan. She couldn't recall a time in her life when she had felt so awakened sexually and she had no intention of letting this slip away from her clutches. Watching me from her phone, she knew that I wasn't truly a captive despite being physically bound, but I was utterly in her control and she needed some guidance herself. As her own fantasies were jumping ahead almost too fast and she didn't want things spiralling into the abyss. Her decision to tell Fiona might have seemed rash, but Fiona was cut from the same ilk and even if it meant breaking a confidence with me, she knew that was a risk worth taking. Sarah had met Fiona a few years earlier in a bdsm club and had quickly hit it off as good friends. They both had similar likes and tastes and both were very clearly dominant. They had tried all manner of sexual acts and even ventured into occasional lesbian scenarios together, but slightly alarming for me, was that Fiona was the 'Alpha' of the two and Sarah could and would slip into her own style of submission as and when Fiona demanded! However, one passion they both quickly recognised was their joint desire to control and dominate men and boys through feminisation. Boys that they could dress up and dominate became the primary prey! Fiona was a five years older and she certainly had more experience with various subs under her control, though to be fair, she was never lucky enough to find what Sarah now thought she had found and Sarah couldn't wait to spill the beans! Not being privy to her meeting, lying there I was barely aware of anything outside of my own little world of surrender and submission. My feminised form continued to exhaust itself out of sheer wanton desire and lust. Spasms jerked my tightly trussed body and glorious numbness surrounded my cage as I simply gave in physically and mentally to my incredible torments. But it was just over two hours before my Mistress returned and in my haze I vaguely remember hearing the door open as she stood there smiling deeply to herself. I would have no idea of her plans until her web and entrapment of me took new and gradual twists. But Sarah now had Fiona fully onboard as a fellow conspirator and both would be working to put bigger plans into action. Suddenly Sarah ran her hand down my tied arm as she said "Hello my darling..." she said, adding, "...you look a little hot and flustered, but I do hope you've had fun?" I hadn't noticed, but she had entered the room naked from the waist down and before I could even begin to think, she grabbed me from the front and under my tied back arms and in almost one movement, slid and spun me right round 180 degrees. The slightly silky duvet cover and my satin piny helping as she dragged me still hog tied so that my head was now slightly over hanging the foot end of the bed. Before I could really think, she positioned a chair almost level with my face and sat down. Quickly her legs went up and either side of my bound body as she manoeuvred herself forwards. My wakeup call was to see her own 'sex' now being placed right in front of and up against my face!!! If I thought this morning's bathing was intimate, this upped the ante beyond all belief. Then without a word she wriggled yet further forward pushing her crotch into my nose and mouth! "I think you know what to do young lady..." she said, "...now put your tongue to good use!" Oh my fuck, I could barely believe this was real. But despite my aching limbs and body I had no choice but to start. As I licked and sucked, she pushed down harder into me which meant that I had to take much needed breaths where possible. I had read stories of such acts, but until you're actually forced to do this and in this particular position I was laying in, I never realised how much strain it would take on my neck and indeed my mouth! It was hard and exhausting as I felt and heard her gasp at least twice as she came against my face. During this onslaught, she took a hold of my held and grinded my face into her juices. I'd never felt so utterly used in my life and during this time, my plug came back into life just to add more torment to tired and used body! By the time she'd finished with me my face was damp and glistening with her cum. For several moments she simply held me tight, clamping me in there as she rocked and rubbed her vagina into my face. I could feel further sudden pulses going through her as she screamed out as several mini orgasms tore into her already pleasured body! Then just as quickly her body sagged and at least my face had a degree of space to fully breathe without struggling. Through her own laboured breathing she said over and over, "Oh my, Oh my!" At the same time Sarah's friend Fiona was watching on open mouthed from her own laptop. Sarah had shared the access codes to her surveillance cameras and Fiona could now watch on from her own house, or from wherever she had a wi-fi connection! Barely able to even begin to assimilate what had just happened, I saw my Mistress slide her legs off and almost stumble as she tried to stand, clearly flushed and still out of breath. Looking down at me and smiling, she simply said, "Thank you Chrissie..." taking a further breath, adding, "...that really was quite spectacular!" I was thirsty by now anyway and the salty taste of her juices just added to my dilemma. Crouching down and leaning close she smiled saying, "Such a good girl..." as she stoked my hair, "...and you still haven't cum yourself yet have you, well at least not properly!" She smiled again saying, "But it feels so good though doesn't it Chrissie..." She smiled. "...tell me it feels good Chrissie." Amazingly and out of breath myself I told her it felt wonderful, that I felt wonderful, all of this felt just so amazing! I couldn't believe what I was hearing myself saying, but I said it! Still stroking my hair almost like one would to a little child she simply said, "I know it does, I know." Smiling she then added, "And it feels pretty good for me as well!" She laughed. Quickly moving behind me she unceremoniously dragged me backwards a little on the bed so that my head was no longer hanging over the edge. "Stay here..." she said, not that I could go anywhere anyway. "...I'm going to run my own bath and sort myself out darling, but I'll be back in a bit to untie you and it'll be your turn to strip off, shower and change into your sexy 'black and whites' for your evening duties!" Fuck. I was knackered and as my head slumped down, she took pity adding "Don't worry, I'll give you a break and enough time to relax and recover..." pausing slightly before laughing "...I think you've at least earnt that!" she said before disappearing. Left there, tired, shattered, exhausted and still bound head to toe, the thought of an evening ahead serving in my French Maids uniform barely registered at that point. All of this just felt like a dream!