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It Was All So Easy (for Sarah) Quite simply I couldn't remember a time when I wasn't a cross dresser, transvestite, sissy or whatever you want to call it and it turned out that I was a very submissive one at that. I had been with me since childhood and had long since given up trying to understand why. I suspect the catalyst had been my sister. When I was quite young she used to dress me up in girls clothes to play dress shops with me. Being the customer, I was always the one put into various party dresses and petticoats for her amusement. These were of course nothing more than innocent childhood games, but surely they were pivotal times that set me on my path? As I got older the desire stayed with me. The games with my sister had clearly stopped, but I soon found myself sneaking into her bedroom and my mothers to borrow what I could, when I could. Despite being careful and possibly taking a few chances, nothing was ever said and my secret, at least so I believed remained just that. It wasn't until I was older having left home and finally earning money that my dressing developed and my skills of transforming myself progressed and improved. It was during this time that my alter ego was named. I'd christened 'her' Christine, or Chrissie. There was no connection with that particular name in my life, but it sounded and felt suitably feminine and so it stuck! Likewise, during this time, the 'online world' allowed me to learn, view, read up and see just what was actually out there! I soon realised that I was actually quite a lucky cross dresser compared to many I'd seen. No disrespect to anyone else of course and at least those I saw online had the courage to do so - I was still very much in hiding! But I was lucky physically in that I had always been slim and of slight build. I actually possessed what could even be described as a somewhat delicate frame for a man! Likewise my hands were on the small side, which I'd read could always be a giveaway if they were typically man sized and I was blessed with surprisingly good legs! Possibly even more fortunately I had an almost 'cute', androgynous face. Not girlish, but equally not particularly mannish. Almost pear shaped with a soft jaw line, a proportional nose, good skin and barely any beard growth. As a young transvestite 'exploring' and having these physical traits along with an ever expanding female wardrobe, from everyday wear to the more 'fetish' elements and of course with careful makeup and a decent wig, it meant that I could appear reasonably convincing. Maybe not 100% and of course none of this had been truly tested! But I was quietly confident that at first glance providing I wasn't subjected to any close scrutiny, I could look the part and even potentially get by in public! But there I was, still very much hidden behind closed doors with my own nerves and fears probably being my biggest barrier. As for my submissiveness, that was another matter and perhaps I'll never know the reasons. But even in my 'male mode', I was clearly never going to be an 'alpha male', so I suspect must it was simply who I was at heart. But with time, what I did know was that once feminised I craved to be dominated, controlled and more scarily - owned! That idea was clearly being fuelled by the seemingly endless online transvestite fantasy fiction that I'd read and as such I slowly became fixated with the idea of that type of lifestyle, if indeed it was real or even obtainable? My fantasies of wearing a maid's uniform clearly came from those stories as did an ever increasing desire to be controlled and dominated. I soon found tying myself up with my dressing gown cord and other rudimentary items a huge turn on, as was the idea of being even being caught! On one hand I longed to pass 'normally' as an attractively dressed woman, but on the other, the 'naughtier' side of me craved the idea of being feminised, a little helpless, stuck and controlled. Despite my own fear I found myself constantly wanting to find such a lifestyle. It was then that I discovered on online dating and in particular, online bdsm contact websites. I was extremely naive truly had no idea what I was doing or even how to broach this new world of connections and people. I was also aware, that despite my desire to dress and appear feminine and even my desire to submit to them (albeit completely untested), I was and always had been heavily attracted to women. Yet my desire was to serve and submit to them as a feminised male! Physically, mentally and sexually, I couldn't begin to explain it, but after years of trying to deny it, I eventually succumbed and decided to at least dabble with the idea of making contact. Despite this ever increasing urge and even with my ability to dress and appear reasonably convincingly, I doubted that I would firstly have the nerve to make the initial move, but also whether or not I would have the courage to respond or even ever meet up with anyone should anyone make contact with me! Taking the plunge, I looked at numerous websites and finally I signed up to a few of them showing profiles and adverts. Each site also offered chat rooms and for several weeks I would sit on the peripherals and just watch from a safe, almost voyeuristic distance. What I was surprised at was that there was a whole community out there, either just like me, or those who seemingly wanted to dominate someone like me! Initially I felt like a child in a sweetshop, but very quickly I realised many were either fakes, timewasters or possibly those who were somewhat unhinged! But there were equally some who seemed genuine, whether they be the subs or the dominants. So eventually I put together various profiles and nervously made them visible; each profile included several photos of me fully dressed and made up. I was surprised at just how much contact I received, though much of it was from men, despite clearly stating that it was a female that I sought! For approximately eighteen months I searched, often despondently for a connection. I'd received some offers from female dominants, but they were usually 'pro' dommes who wanted a hefty fee, or the odd domme who simply expected me to do too much and basically scared me off! Again fear and nerves annoyingly kicked in, but enough of my own common sense remained to know that safety was paramount. Eventually I built up a degree of courage and I did start meeting a few dommes. These were clearly 'professional ladies' and such visits were usually lasted an hour or two and I would dress up, do the 'role play' and then depart. Although I never really felt comfortable with 'role playing', it satisfied a need and it served to scratch the itch as it were. To be fair some of the ladies were very good, some less so. But it wasn't a cheap option and often it felt very false with limited fulfilment, but these early ventures did boost my confidence just a little. During such visits once or twice I'd been a little out of my depth and even more than a little scared on a few of those occasions, though fortunately nothing serious ever happened, but equally I learnt that me being scared was becoming an increasing aphrodisiac and that was quietly becoming a big part of what I liked! I guess I wanted limits pushed, but just how far was the tricky bit? It was through making various contacts and a growing confidence that I came to my current position and it was through a lady called Sarah. Sarah had seen my profile and was the one to make contact and on viewing her profile, her photos and comments certainly got me excited! Of course it was pure trust at that stage and of course I had no idea if her whole profile was a fake or not? However, she seemed quite lovely and on the surface, she seemed very genuine! She stated that she wasn't a 'professional Mistress', but as she put it 'just a dominant admirer of 'sissies', cross dressing and the like'. She had mentioned that she was bi-sexual and could 'switch', but stressed that with 'my type' she would always be the dominant one! She was five years older than me, an accountant and reasonably successful and comfortable. She was divorced, attractive, at least by her profile photograph and she mentioned that she had been involved in several long term relationships. Unbeknown to me was that this contact was about to take me on a journey like no other and my dream of dressing as a girl on a more regular basis was on the verge of becoming a reality! The level of my feminisation and submission was about to be propelled far beyond what I could have ever imagined! Equally Sarah (at that time) had no idea just how easily I was going to submit and that my ensnarement was going to be far simpler and much faster than she could have ever hoped for! But that was all academic at that stage and I continued to correspond with Sarah back and forth for a few weeks. With her encouragement I held very little back about my dreams and my deepest fantasies, all of which was being noted and clearly didn't disappoint. Eventually we moved onto exchanging telephone numbers and between emails, texting and phone calls our connection deepened. In conversation she had delightful voice and nothing seemed hurried or rushed. But each conversation included enough to keep me excited, but careful enough not to scare me away. Quite simply I was being 'reeled in' and very happily so! We soon discovered that location wise we weren't too far apart and subsequently, it was another couple of weeks on when Sarah suggested that we meet for coffee. Face to face in 'real time'! Now for me this was a huge step. Everything up until that point had been from behind a computer screen or on the other end of a telephone. So my nervousness instantly kicked in, but somehow I knew that I had to do this, or at least that I desperately wanted to! Trust and safety are of course huge things in these matters and Sarah was wonderfully calming in keeping the mood and intensity just right as she suggested a small coffee shop in a public setting somewhere between the two of us. I was not going to be expected to arrive 'en femme', that would've been a fantasy of mine, but perhaps not a reality. Thankfully she carefully kept everything very real, safe and rightfully sane. The meeting was to be completely 'vanilla', at least outwardly for me. However, there was one small caveat! Underneath my male attire I was required to wear my full female underwear! She already knew enough about my tastes and quite simply requested that I wore a corset, stockings, panties and my chastity cage. As she rightly stated, "I have to know that you are real Chrissie"! This was quickly backed up with that fact that it would allow her to carefully 'feel' my suspender bumps and corset lacings through my clothing to be sure that I was at least serious. To be fair she had a point and her request did sound completely legitimate. Plus the idea of me having to do that did excite me hugely! Male socks were not permitted, this would mean that I would have to sit extremely carefully, but as she said with a gentle laugh "We can't make this too easy for you young lady!" a statement which just excited me even further. She was clearly going to be 'in charge' and I loved that! So to cut a long story short and despite a fit full night of nerves beforehand and fear on my part on the morning in question, we met as arranged and it went wonderfully well. Yes I was quietly petrified beyond belief, but she soon put me at ease and at least she was the lady in the photo, which I'd learnt wasn't always the case! On top of which she was gorgeous! She was genuinely very attractive and quite lovely in her whole manner and demeanour. I picked up on a confidence in her straight away and I didn't doubt her ability to 'take charge' as it were, but at least she wasn't scary or dangerous looking. She just seemed so nice! As discussed, when we met she gave me that little hug. It was a 'friendly' friends meeting style of hug, but it was long enough for me to feel her hand around my back going up and down tracing my corset lacings beneath. Likewise, the moment we sat, an errant hand briefly rested on my thigh to feel for my suspender bumps. Finally, a discrete look at my ankles tucked away under my chair to see the sheer nylon covering my exposed ankles! All of which was met with a warm smile and a "Thank you Chrissie" comment. Fuck, my heart skipped several beats and in an instant I found myself very sexually and physically drawn to her! Coffee came and somehow conversation flowed as amazingly relaxed and gradually I began to feel no pressure whatsoever. From that one meeting we soon moved onto some evening drinks over the next few weeks and a couple of lunches. Always completely 'vanilla' and in 'safe' public settings, but as with our first meeting she expected me to be wearing my all of my underwear underneath, along with my chastity in place. All of which I happily agreed to and went along with. As with each and every meeting she would casually, though carefully 'check' my attire. An initial hug, to 'feel' down my back for my corset boning and laces, the squeeze of my thigh to check for suspenders and a slight trouser leg raise to view the sheer black of my taught nylons. This equally confirmed that my legs were also cleanly shaved and smooth! It all became a very subtle control and I loved it - she was clearly in charge! Also, from the very outset of these meetings whenever we met although she was clearly feminine and very attractive, I couldn't fail to notice that she was also always in trousers and I liked that. It just somehow felt right! Likewise, each time we met not all but much of the talk was about me, my dressing, what I liked, what I didn't, my fantasies and my experience. Each time she would quiz me quite heavily on what I might be prepared to do, such as how long I'd be prepared to dress for, would I be happy to be shown off to other people, or how would I feel about being 'dressed' out and in public! We even touched on such subjects as bondage, punishments and the roles of the submissive and the dominant. It was all extremely exciting and at that stage it all felt completely safe, after all it was just talk wasn't it? But after several meets it also became clear that the next obvious stage was for her to see me fully en femme. It was a Thursday evening drink when she posed the question. Tentatively I agreed. I was scared, yet equally jumping for joy! So it was simply decided that she would come to my home that Saturday evening for a meal and finally meet 'Christine' or 'Chrissie' as she liked to call me in the flesh - two days time!!!! Rather cleverly, before we'd settled on that particular Saturday, she had initially asked how busy I would be for the coming week and or if I had any work, family or pre booked commitments for the following week, daytime and or evening. Not even considering any issues there, I would realise later on that her line of questioning would have clear consequences for 'Chrissie'! But putting that aside, we certainly hadn't rushed into this and after all and we'd talked about it for long enough. Sarah seemed completely sane and normal and I'd never felt threatened by her, so what harm could there be? Although I was nervous and excited at the same time, agreeing for her to meet me as 'Chrissie' left me feeling as confident as I was ever going to be in such a situation. It all felt safe and ok. Scary, but ok. She made it quite clear to me that on Saturday it was to be 'Chrissie' who was to answer the door. She had left my choice of clothing to me, but she said that she expected me make every effort to dress up and be 'pretty' - "the works" as she said! Trousers were certainly not permitted and she stated that I was to be clearly and very definitely 'feminine'. There was to be absolutely no ambiguity, I was to be the 'girl'! So we agreed and I'd offered to prepare a light meal with drinks and to effectively be her 'female' host for the evening. Regardless of how many meets we'd had, or even just how comfortable I at that stage had felt about Sarah. Exposing one self and dressing en femme before any dominant, lady, or indeed anyone for that matter for first time, was always hugely daunting! I was also acutely aware that I was giving her my home address, which could open me up to potential problems, should our friendship backfire. I was effectively leaving myself open blackmail and or exposure issues, which was no small thing! I had no reason to believe anything like blackmail would happen and I knew that I'd already opened myself up to so much already. Despite my worries I also knew that if didn't do this now the moment would pass. At some point I was simply going to have to take the plunge and accept a degree of risk. I knew that I'd probably always regret it otherwise. I was also fortunate to being self employed and working from home, so it would mean that I could not only feminise with ease, but have time to get everything ready for the night in question. Those next couple of days were somewhat of a blur and are hard to put into words. The fear, the excitement, the unknown etc... For a submissive, that sole event takes over and almost nothing mattered, my 'day' job certainly got put on hold, not that I could have focused anyway! I'd barely slept that Thursday night and even woke to a lovely text from Sarah simply stating:- 'Thank you for agreeing to let me meet Chrissie. I really can't wait to see her and more importantly to get to know her. Please don't worry, we'll have a nice time and do have fun choosing something nice to wear! Text or call if you need to, but just relax and allow yourself to enjoy this. Sarah X' It brought everything back to me quickly, yet amazingly it was so lovely to receive. It actually made me more comfortable about the impending date that I'd now committed to! What I didn't know was that she was more than a little worried that I'd back out at the last minute and that was the last thing she wanted! My reply certainly helped to ease her fears as I replied:- 'Thank you Sarah. I am nervous, but also excited at the thought of you meeting 'Chrissie' and your text has certainly helped me to relax a little more. I don't ever wish to disappoint or displease. I'll try to be as pretty and as feminine as I can for you, 'Chrissie' X' Her reply was almost instant, which made me jump and indeed swell further into my cage when I read her words, words that I stared at over and over again. They simply read:- 'Good girl. I'll keep in touch X' That morning I tried to focus and did a food shop to make sure that I wouldn't need to go out afterwards, as I'd also decided that I wanted to become Chrissie as soon as possible that Friday afternoon and stay fully in role right through to the Saturday evening itself! So by midday, I'd transformed myself into alter ego, fully made up, not in the outfit that I'd be wearing for our meet, but actually into one of my 'domestic' maids' uniforms! Underneath of course, the usual corset, stockings etc... I could barely eat, though the added bonus was that I'd probably be able to tighten my corset just that little more! I wanted to feel so sexy on that Saturday! Friday afternoon and much or the evening was spent planning and preparing, not only my outfit and underwear, but in getting my home ready. I wanted it spotless and just right. I took down and hid away anything that indicated anything 'male', from photos, books and pictures. I'd even bought fresh flowers that morning and placed a couple of scented candles around to add to the whole feminine ambiance of what was about to happen. A couple more text messages went back and forth that day, but Sarah rang me that evening and requested a detailed breakdown of what I'd been doing and if I'd dressed as 'Chrissie'! She was certainly impressed that I was not only in 'girl mode' at that moment, but that I had been since lunchtime and that I intended to remain that way right through the Saturday daytime and into our meeting. Again she simply reassured me and encouraged me to simply enjoy it and to try and relax! That Saturday morning after yet another fit full night, I was up by 7am for my final preparations. The meal was a classic yet simple affair of salmon and asparagus, an easy meal to prepare and cook, therefore leaving me much of that day to preen and prepare myself. I'd been dressed fully as 'Chrissie' since the lunchtime on the Friday and even remained in a corset, stockings, panties, my cage and a long silky night dress throughout that night. Which I'd also let her know about with a final 'goodnight' message at 11pm. All of which pleased her hugely! Yet more encouraging messages came during the Saturday and despite numerous panicked thoughts of ringing and cancelling, by 5pm I finally stood viewing myself in my full length bedroom mirror in my chosen and finished outfit. Fully dressed and fully made up a whole two hours before she was due to arrive at 7pm!!! Quietly my whole body trembled, but I knew that I looked and felt the best I probably ever had! I'd settled for an attractive, evening-y, slightly cocktail-ish, black / slate grey dress. It was double layered in a georgette style with a satin full lining, covered with sheer outer nylon mesh layer which was adorned with patterns of black / grey sequins and lace. It had a lightly fitted bodice, three quarter length see through sheer sleeves, a straight, though not tight bottom / skirt half which ended just below my knees. I'd loved it as it gave a constant swishy, silky slide and indeed sound against my underwear with every move, which constantly teased and tickled my legs. Underneath, I wore all matching black. Having barely eaten for a couple of days, I'd even managed to tighten my exquisite silk, fully boned under busk corset just that little tighter than usual, even daring myself to! Obviously my chastity cage remained in place, only now covered and almost pushed back tightly by some delicate lace and silk panties, leaving an almost smooth frontage! A frontage of my knickers were adorned by beautiful spider's web of fine lace, just allowing the firm clear plastic of my cb6000 device to be visible along with the small shiny padlock, but only if you looked closely that is! I'd also pulled the rear of my knickers tightly pulled up inside my bum crack! They weren't a 'g-string' design, but in one sense that action gave that appearance, plus the ongoing sensation of having sheer silk bunched up and now filling my crack was a sensation that I quietly loved. A sensation that I couldn't forget or switch off from and one that I would be stuck with throughout Sarah's visit! I nervously smiled to myself wondering if Sarah had any real inkling of the 'she-male monster' that she'd unleashed in me! But of course what I didn't know was just how experienced and confident she already was. I was later to find out that I was not the first cross dresser she had encountered! My under wired bra with matching lace cups, held the two 34C size silicone fillers that enhanced my bust. The shoulder straps bit in just enough along with my tight lacing corset, serving to remind constantly of what I was wearing. Over that, despite my silky dress being wonderfully lined in pure dark grey satin, I wore a glorious, pure satin full slip in shimmering black, stopping at my knees. With spaghetti straps, with a delicate, pretty lace trim at my bust line and hemline. My smoothly shaved and moisturised legs were then enveloped in a brand new pair of glorious pure nylon, RHT sheer, jet black stockings. They simply shimmered on my legs, appearing almost glass like, diaphanous and almost sensual beyond belief to the touch. Even the act of pulling them on earlier made me gasp momentarily as I revelled in the erotic sensations as they slowly enveloped my legs. Gosh, the sheer pleasure of dressing! They were held taut by no less than eight wide, metalled suspenders, 4 on each thigh, pulling and stretching constantly from my corset! My feet were finally finished off with a pair of smart, black two inch, suede kitten heeled shoes. They were closed toes, but hidden underneath lay my expertly painted red toe nails, which could just be sexily seen through the taught diaphanous nylon of my sheer black stockings. Originally I had dared myself to wear at least three inch heels and although comfortable in them, I didn't want any slip ups that night and I somehow didn't want to look as if I was trying too hard even! Despite being nervous beyond belief, I felt fantastic! My wig was an expensive realistic one, which fitted well. With shoulder length locks brushed out nicely and for that night, worn up, held by a black lace chignon. A few loose strands tumbled down rather becomingly against my cheek. My makeup was subtle but effective and I could taste the stickiness of my lipstick as I licked my drying lips. Small dangly drop pearl clip on earrings bobbed around, brushing my exposed neck sexily, matched with a single thin silver chain and pearl necklace and a set of thin silver bangles on one wrist. A neat understated ladies watch on the other. Even the delicate perfume I wore constantly wafted into my nostrils. Although light in strength and only lightly used, it accompanied me wherever I went, enforcing and reminding me of what I now was! To finish, I opted to loosely double loop a diaphanous chiffon long scarf, in transparent black, dotted with matching sequins. My gorgeous dress gently hugged my hips. It's outer and satin lining, twisting, gliding and turning ever so gently as I moved. That and the incredible cool slippery silkiness of my slip made every movement a joy beyond belief! All combined with my gloriously sheer stockings that gave that constant sensuous omnipresent sound as they 'zip-shick'd' against each other with every move. I felt so unbelievably turned on and was quietly grateful for the restriction of my cage below! It was also the sort of dress, that if hugged, or even if a hand simply ran down my back, pretty much everything would or could be felt beneath, from the boning and back lacing of my corset, to the metalled suspender straps holding up my stockings! In one sense I was effectively wearing three incredibly sensual slips of a silky diaphanous material. Little would be left to the imagination of an errant hand! I knew she'd probably hug me as she always had done so on our previous meets to feel my corset and tonight she would easily be able to feel that and awful lot more! Although no visible bulge or lump showed, I was also aware that it equally wouldn't take much for any roaming fingers or hands to gently push into my groin to feel the outlines and firmness of my cage casing beneath! Fuck. I don't think I'd ever felt so aroused before and somehow I knew that my 'sex' and frustration down there would be quietly there in the back of my mind throughout this whole evening! I felt gloriously lost and somewhat light headed with a mixture of fear, excitement and sheer unbridled arousal. I felt so unbelievably sexual. I felt great! I admit I did take a sip of wine, just to calm my nerves. Seeing my neatly painted and manicured nails holding my glass, smiling to myself as I left a hint of lipstick on the rim, such a feminine act! Moments later I re-applied my lipstick, exactly as a real woman would, only with gently trembling hands! I couldn't easily relax, for a start my corset held my torso so firmly and rigidly, almost to a point where I'd wondered if I shouldn't have tightened it so much, yet I loved it. Its constant restriction felt amazing. I felt held in a vice like unseen bondage! Part of me even wanted to pull my panties out of my bottom to make myself a little more comfortable, but all of this and these sensations were what I loved! The feel, the sense, the smells, including the uncomfortable-ness of it all! Likewise, I craved the restriction the worry and fear. As a man in trousers, if need be I could run away or even fight, not that I was a fighter, but I knew I could if I had to. But dressed like this, dressed in my full feminine finery my whole ability to escape and or run would be severely hampered. Higher heels would have been even harder, but it all tapped into my psyche of feeling 'a little helpless', stuck, girlie and feminine! I adored the sounds of my heels lightly clicking on my hallway floor. The sexual 'rasp' of my stockings as they brushed against each other with every movement, generating a delightfully audible 'zip-shick' with every step. At the same time and with every movement, my suspender straps tugged and pulled, keeping my gorgeous stockings in place and the constant gentle swish of my satin lined dress against my satin slip... gosh, I adored it all! I debated in my head if I had over done it? I looked at the clock almost constantly and the seconds seemed to tick by so slowly! Maybe I should have dressed down a little, feminine yes, but maybe not so much as this? I felt lightheaded, I felt amazing, but scared at the same time and why the fuck had I laced myself in quite so tightly? And yet I wanted it tight! Shit, shit, shit... These thoughts were all part of the emotional ride that I was now on and I loved it. The fear, the excitement and most definitely the not knowing. Fuck... I loved the not knowing! I could have dressed differently, I could have just worm a nice firm, but softer Basque underneath, perhaps less perfume...? I had had time to change, yet hadn't and of course now it was too late! Yet I wanted her to see me like this, looking my best, my most feminine! Fuck. What if this was a trap? Every imaginable thought went through my mind as the clock ticked nearer and nearer to her arrival time! As I waited I also went over our numerous conversations and one thing that kept coming back to me was that we hadn't really discussed what all of this was or might be leading to? Did she want me to be just an occasional submissive 'girlfriend', or perhaps even me as her maid? After all we'd talked about uniforms and the idea of me serving, but she'd never actually said! To be fair, I'd never actually asked! But somehow I didn't care. She was lovely and she wanted to see me feminised! It all just felt so incredible! It felt like we were just going to be friends... maybe... or maybe much more...? Then suddenly I was jolted from my thoughts as I heard the distinct sounds of a car pull up outside. Almost jumping out of my skin, I nervously peered out of my darkened lounge window; though back enough so I couldn't be seen. I could heard the gentle thud of a car door closing and then saw a darkened figure round the front hedge row and walk towards my front door. I had to move quickly into the hallway, why hadn't I just waited there in the first place! Just then my phone 'bing'ed'. Shit, fortunately it was nearby; a simple text read 'I'm here Chrissie about to ring your door bell'! Don't trip, don't ladder my nylons, fuck, why hadn't I just waited by the door? Oh my gosh, then before I could think the door bell rang!!! Fuck!!! It was too late now. I wanted this, yet I was so scared, I was on such a high. My submissive mind was almost in overload and I could think of nothing on earth that could arouse me as much as I was at that moment. I was scared, petrified, yet in the most wonderful place that my imagination could take me. To put into words just what goes through my mind in such situations is almost impossible. All I know was that in almost in a dreamlike state I felt myself moving towards the door. Despite my corset, I somehow I took a breath as if trying to compose myself. I saw a hand reach up to the lock with painted and manicured nails, it was my hand and then before I knew it, as requested 'Christine' tentatively and very nervously opened the door. I barely looked at her face as my eyes motioned downwards and instantly noticed that she was again wearing trousers, a pair of smart black flared 'dress' trousers. I shouldn't have been surprised, the truth was that I'd never seen her in a skirt, but unlike before, now it served to highlight the fact that I was the one in the skirts - I was the feminine one! Gosh, I loved that! With me almost in a trance, I remember her entering my hallway, her beaming smile as she leaned forwards and kissed me on both cheeks. We kissed as girls! We smelt like girls. As I closed the door to face her, all I could sense was femininity, yet I was clearly dressed in a far more feminine way than her!!! But why wouldn't I be? I was the one wearing the dress! Once the door was closed and I turned to face her, though somehow keeping my eyes down. I'm sure I felt embarrassed even; perhaps she would laugh at me or make fun of me? But no. She moved in close again simply saying "Oh my" as she kissed me yet again only this time, embracing me for a good few moments; certainly enough for me to know that as usual she was actively 'feeling' down my back and clearly tracing the laces of my corset beneath. Catching her eye, she smiled knowingly. "Mmmm...", "...that all feels very nice..." emphasising the 'all'! "...all nice and tight, I hope?" she smiled, as I managed a nervous "Yes Miss" back. Correct terms of addressing had never been discussed, but my response somehow felt right. She smiled heavily, looking me up and down adding "Good girl" she said, adding "I know you love wearing a corset..." she smiled, adding "...and I like a 'girl' of mine to be tightly corseted!" she smiled again, looking me up and down saying "My, you look quite delightful my dear and I really love the fact that you've been in 'girl' mode since yesterday lunchtime!" Fuck! She called me 'girl' and said 'a girl of mine'! But I loved it! After taking her coat and leading her through to the kitchen, I offered her a glass of wine and instinctively asked if I was allowed one! That genuinely wasn't planned, but I was automatically submitting. It wasn't missed by Sarah and it clearly met her approval as she smiled back with a "Yes, you may"! With more room in my kitchen diner she stood back and asked me to turn slowly for her, saying "Now, let's take a proper look at you". What I didn't know was that not only was she was impressed, in fact she was actually a little staggered at just how well I'd transformed myself! She asked to take some photos of me and had me pose in my kitchen and then in the lounge as she clicked numerous shots, which I nervously agreed to. I guess the 'exhibitionist' in me said that it was ok and I became even more thrilled when she offered to send me a selection! Half an hour later I was serving the meal and with the wine slowly taking effect on me I began to and actually began to enjoy the evening. Conversation flowed easily and I found myself comfortably moving around her, although not one second went by without me being aware of my attire, or indeed the magnitude of the whole situation! Throughout the meal my sheer nylon encased legs would sensually glide and gently rasp together under the table. Occasionally I would rest my hand on my skirted thigh, only to feel the silk and nylon layers adorning my thighs and of course feeling the bumps of my suspender straps beneath! Yet, despite my nerves, I felt fantastic! I served and cleared away the dishes throughout, keeping my movements and mannerisms correct and proper for my role. With every step, twist or turn, I felt my stockings brush yet again together and glide. My corset seemed to tighten beneath my silken layers, relentless and unforgiving in its vice like grip. My eight suspenders, pulled, slackened and stretched with every movement, yet they kept my sheer diaphanous nylon of my beautiful stockings taught and straight throughout. All of this all accompanied with an ever so gentle 'swish' of my skirts... the click of a heel, the taste of my lipstick, the brush of an earring and the fragrance of my lightly scented perfume... Fuck, I felt so unbelievably feminine! All the time she watched me closely. Not once did she offer to help with the meal, the serving or the clearing away. A fact that I didn't miss and again one that I somewhat enjoyed! I even joked nervously that perhaps I should have donned an apron, as she simply smiled back saying "Perhaps next time!" She paused, adding "Only I believe an apron should be accompanied by a uniform?" she looked at me with a raised questioning eyebrow and a widening smile, "After all Chrissie..." she continued, "...you've already told me your desire to dress and serve as the 'pretty maid'!" Oh shit! I could feel my face redden and warm. But I had of course told her so and much more as well on numerous occasions during our many chats! During the meal we talked a great deal about the outfit I was wearing, including my underwear and she was also particularly keen to know just what else I owned. So almost as soon as we'd finished, nervously I led her upstairs to my bedroom for her to see and view the rest of my wardrobe. Fortunately everything was immaculate and tidy as with all of my rooms that night and I was equally grateful that I'd put away all of my male attire, all of which was now in the third bedroom, the box room. With a small top up of wine in her hands, she sat on my bed and upon her instruction I slowly opened wardrobes and drawers. Either holding up or laying out my collection, from outerwear to underwear, from shoes and coats and even my nightwear. Various items were selected and although a little reluctant to remove my lovely dress, with her eager encouragement I found myself giving an impromptu fashion show for the next hour with her watching on, even assisting with several zips! Again she took more photographs with her phone as I dressed, undressed and paraded for her and again. As I dressed and undressed, she asked where all of my boy things were. To which I explained that everything was in the small box room. I told her that I when I dressed I liked to keep that part of me hidden and out of sight. I confessed to her that when I became Chrissie, I didn't want to be reminded of the 'other' me! This clearly pleased her as her next question was "So does your box room have a lock on the door?" She then reminded me that I was the one who had often said in our numerous correspondences that I liked the idea of being 'stuck' en femme, without choice and that maybe even locking my male things away could be fun! Clearly a lock could be fitted, but I confessed that right now there wasn't one in place. Nodding, she then pressed me further to see if there was any other space that would be big enough that had a lock and that could be used instead? Despite being aware of how worrying the direction of this conversation was going, I admitted that there was one space that could be used. It was walk in under stairs cupboard. I told her that potentially it might be big enough, at least if I emptied it and it was the only internal door that could be locked by a key. That and maybe the garden shed! "Interesting" was her only response, but I had given her enough information to allow a smile on her face and a growing idea which was now slowly forming in her head! Nothing more was said on the subject as she focussed once again on my fashion show. She was nicely surprised and indeed commented on the fact that I wore and owned lots of full slips, most of which were made of pure satin. I told her how much I loved the feeling of my stockings against not only a slip, but even more so when combined with a fully lined skirt or dress; in fact I told her that all of my skirts and dresses were fully lined. I simply loved that sensation! Finally we got to my maids uniforms and it was clear that she expected me to model them for her! I had two specific styles which I held up for her. Firstly the more practical one, a just below the knee 'domestic style', the very same one that I'd worn that Friday for my cleaning and a then the shorter frillier fantasy French maid's one. The domestic one was requested first. In truth it wasn't actually a maid's uniform dress at all. It was however a Jaeger reasonably simple fitted, black dress. It was pricey, but beautifully made and classically feminine. It was somewhat plain in appearance, but actually quite sexy to my mind and without a doubt an absolute delight to wear and could have equally been worn to a dinner party, particularly if dressed up with the right scarf, the right heels and a touch of jewellery. I actually owned two of them and wore them specifically for this role. They were beautifully cut, fully lined and fully fitted, with a just below the knee length 'pencil' like skirt, complete with a rear kick vent to allow movement. A slightly wider skirt half would have been far more practical for a true maids dress. But then being a maid whilst wearing stockings and a corset was hardly practical either! But then I did have a little bit of a 'thing' for restriction! However, they were that type of dresses that when I did move, the lining gave a slight slip and slide sensation against my underwear - that was always such a delight and they made me feel extremely feminine when wearing them! To visually turn them into a 'uniform', I simply added an ice white pure satin half piny tied neatly around my nipped in waist and finished off with a nice bow, leaving two ice white satin ends trailing down my skirted behind! It did look the part. Almost as if I could have been a maid in a posh hotel or stately home even! Underneath of course my full underwear and slip stayed on, along with my wonderfully sheer black stockings and I couldn't be happier. I'd already removed my kitten heels earlier as I stepped into the dress and was just about to place on my feet a different pair of shoes. Only this time a pair of plain black, two inch block heeled court shoes. They 'almost' seemed right for the domestic image I was hoping to achieve, but although feminine they clearly weren't the sexiest of shoes, but before I could slip them on, Sarah interjected and told me told me "No"! Adding, "I want you in a higher heel and a more feminine heel than that my darling!" she indicated to my shoes, with a clear look and tone of disapproval. As I apologised, I quickly I found a pair of three inch plain black court shoes, complete with a slim heel. On seeing them she nodded her approval as I slipped them on. Standing back up and readjusting my gait to the added height, it was only an extra inch, but it was amazing the difference it made. "Much better!" she smiled. "What are they, three inches?" she asked, as I said told her they were she continued "Good. I expect a 'girl' of mine to wear proper heels and indeed elegant heels at all times! Nothing chunky and certainly nothing lower than the height you're wearing now, even if you are in 'domestic mode'!" She smiled again, adding "I didn't want to say earlier..." she said, "...as you'd made such a wonderful effort, but the only thing if I'm honest that I was slight disappointed was your heel height!" she said a she looked at me, adding, "So..." she smiled, "...we'll make no more mention of it, but as of now..." she looked hard at me. For a second I didn't realise she expected a response, but her stare told me otherwise and I very quickly gave a "Yes Miss", clearly clocking the fact that she'd said 'I expect a girl of mine!' She then stood up and slowly walked around me, eyeing me up and down and effectively inspecting me. Standing before her now in a uniform had also changed the dynamics within an instant and for both of us and the 'Mistress / Maid' mode suddenly felt very apparent. Without warning she lightly 'fussed' with and retied the bow of my piny, which made me momentarily jump at let out a tiny gasp! What I didn't know was that inside she was revelling in the fact that I was now physically and very visibly trembling! "Try to relax Chrissie" she soothed from behind me, adding "Though I have to confess that seeing you nervous does excite me..." she paused, "... it makes you all the more wonderfully vulnerable and submissive my darling..." she paused, adding "...I like that!" Standing inches from me she carried on, "You know, a simple apron changes things" she said, "It's amazing what a uniform does Chrissie, especially for a 'girl' like you...", "...and it's a look that certainly suits you!" she said, adding "But then being a maid just screams submission and I can see that you are clearly very submissive!" she said, though it clearly didn't need a response. "But you know..." she continued, "...it is a role that needs to be far more than just a job, or a uniform. For my liking, I'd want it to be more of a mindset, a vocation, even a lifestyle!" She went on "If I had a maid, I would want 'her' to be utterly feminine of course, but on top of that she'd need to be very naturally compliant, obliging yes, courteous and accommodating without a doubt. 'She' would of course need to defer and acquiesce automatically, but even more than that I'd want 'her' to not just appear physically subservient, but to be mentally submissive 24/7!" "Would you agree..." she smiled, "...Mmmm?" somehow I said a "Yes Miss" though still not knowing just where all of this was going! She smiled, adding "Let's hope you mean that Chrissie!" "But on a slightly 'lighter' note..." she continued, "...I love this look. It's very proper and nicely appropriate..." she paused, "...and you clearly like it too" Before I could answer, she continued "And those heels darling..." she smiled, "...they are so much better, even with the length of that dress, a proper heel just elevates your nylon clad legs perfectly!" "You know..." she said, "...you look extremely feminine and you really do make a very pretty maid my darling, but not just a maid, actually..." she added, "...you make a surprisingly convincing and an attractive girl, period!" Before I could think, she continued, "You certainly don't resemble..." she smiled, "...how can I put it, 'a bloke in drag', far from it!" she smiled, "But all of this" she gestured with her hand to not just me, but all of my wardrobes and drawers. "It's very clear to me that you know how to dress young lady and on top of that, your mannerisms, your movements, everything..." she paused adding, "...there's room for improvement mind you and we can work on that, but I am extremely impressed at how natural you seem!" She continued as I listened almost in awe, "I can tell from not just the quality of your underwear, but your skirts, dresses, the labels alone, even this uniform. The style, the cut..." She smiled, "...what is that, Jaeger?" she indicated to my dress. It was, but before I could answer she continued, "I like the fact that you co-ordinate well and appear stylish which is exactly how I would want you. You also hold yourself well, whether standing before me now, or earlier as you moved around..." she smiled, "...I have been watching you very closely young lady and it all seems..." she paused, "...very measured and right!" "Nothing too revealing, or..." she paused, "....how shall I put it, cheap" she smiled. "Now this little creation..." she indicated to my waiting French maid's uniform, "...looking at your tastes won't be cheap, but it will no doubt bring out the 'naughtier' side of you..." She smiled, "...and that's a side of you that I'm equally keen to see..." she said, adding "...after all levels of naughtiness and kink most definitely have their place!" she winked! She smiled knowingly, adding "But looking at you Chrissie, now and earlier this evening, at least at first glance, I think you'd pass very easily in public Chrissie!" she said, adding "Up close might be another matter, but a little training and some confidence and who knows!" she smiled. "It'd certainly be worth exploring" she said, "All dressed up and going shopping, to the theatre, the cinema, a restaurant, who knows, maybe even to Church on a Sunday!" I could barely believe what I was hearing as I listened somehow trying to take everything in. "And you've already told me that in your dreams you'd love to be kept permanently as a girl..." she said, adding "...and of course if you were to stay as Chrissie permanently, or even part time, it would be a crime to hide you away!" Fuck! I knew that there was no answer at that moment, but... Fuck, fuck, fuck, momentarily ran through my mind!!! The truth is that I had told her all of my dreams, but of course it was easy to say things. But actually doing them!!!! I could hardly believe what I was hearing and before I could think any further on those comments she again returned to my domestic uniform and in a very 'matter of fact' way told me that for every day serving and housework duties this uniform would be perfect! "I love it" she said as she continued to click away with her camera phone. "It is still practical ish..." she laughed, "...yet you make it look so wonderfully feminine!" adding with a deep smile, "...it's actually quite a sexy look in a very subtle way, but of course I also know what you're wearing underneath..." she smiled, "...and indeed what's locked away down there, which just makes it even all the more delightful!" Shit! All of this felt so amazing. I could barely believe what I was hearing and I felt so proud of her comments and quietly glad that she'd made me wear a higher heel. Maybe I didn't want to look to forward, presumptuous, or perhaps I simply wanted to be told! Yes, I desperately wanted to be feminine, the more the better. But if I felt sexy in this uniform, much more was to come! "Now!" she said, "Despite me saying it like 'appropriate and proper'..." she smiled, "...I'd really like to see you in this little creation..." she smiled, adding "...along with all of its trimmings!" she said as she at flipped the satin skirt of my French Maids uniform that was lying on the bed. "That is of course..." she smiled, "...if you are you happy to continue?" She'd actually given me a way out there! I somehow knew it, but didn't want to stop. Perhaps I didn't want to think about it. So I nervously I gave a "Yes Miss..." I as I almost stammered, "...I ...I... I'd like to!" and then on top of that, I without even thinking dipped into a small but very obvious bob style curtsey! This wasn't missed! She simply smiled saying "Oh my..." she said, "...what a good 'girl'!" Shit. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but slowly and methodically, though with trembling hands, I removed my apron and then my 'domestic' style black dress. Also, for the first time in front her I had to step out of my beautiful satin full slip, which had up to that point, although sexy in itself, it had hidden what was below! Seconds later I stood there in just my matching black corset, suspenders, stockings, panties and my now three inch heels, I felt so girlishly and wonderfully exposed. Although I lowered my eyes quickly, I noticed her broad smile at what she was seeing. "Wow!" was all she said as I instinctively I stood in a passive and somewhat coy, coquettish manner to allow her to take in the vision before her, a vision that she clearly enjoyed! She'd already 'felt' my corset through my dress when she first arrived with her gentle hug and of course I'd worn one on every occasion that we'd met prior to that underneath my male attire, but this was the first time of her actually seeing me wearing one without anything on top and she clearly loved the look! Shaking her head and smiling heavily, she spoke, "My word..." she paused, "...I knew you were wearing a corset, but that looks incredible..." she smiled, as she continued, "...expensive I should expect, but worth it and utterly delightful!" She said, adding "Let me just grab a few shots of you just as you are my darling" she smiled, adding "As much as I loved your slip and I will happily insist on you wearing them, but..." she said "...let me at least fully take in what's on underneath!" Several more photos were taken as she asked me to turn this way and that for her. Even photos from the rear showing my tightly nipped in waist and double knotted laces! "Oh my!" again she exclaimed, "Absolutely delightful and it looks so wonderfully restrictive..." adding "...and I already know just how much you love that feeling of restriction!" as she smiled only now a little more devilishly. Once done she signalled me to carry on, at which point I told her that for my French Maids uniform I'd normally wear fully fashioned seamed black nylons, to which her simple reply was, "Well my darling, that's exactly what I expect to see then..." she paused, continuing with "...this just gets better and better!" I could barely believe what I was telling her, but it was almost as it didn't matter anymore. I stepped out of my heels and with trembling hands I carefully removed my by now warm soft silky nylon stockings and gradually drew up a freshly opened pack of pure black, fully fashioned, reinforced heel and toe sheer nylon seamed stockings. The act of bending forwards was hard as I was hampered by the sheer restriction of my corset, but gosh, the fresh nylons almost took my breath away as my legs slowly became enveloped in the shimmering black nylon. Identical to the last pair, only now with seams, they shimmered, diaphanous and glass like in appearance and so delightfully sheer to the touch. In doing so I was also aware that as I was offering the classic of most classic poses as I smoothed out, attached and straightened my seems, all of which was readily captured on her phone camera! "You know..." she smiled, "...black stockings, whether seamed or not, really are you my darling!" she said, quickly adding "Mind you, so are corsets, slips, panties and skirts!" She laughed as she watched me closely as I smoothed the sheer nylon over my legs one last time. "Do you own any tights Chrissie?" She asked, I told her that I had a couple of pairs, but that I rarely wore them. "Good" was her simple reply, "And don't ever let me catch you wearing them!" "As of now you're a stockings 'girl' and I'll want you in them at all times, do you understand!" I was given no time to answer as she continued "Also from now on, no browns, beiges, or flesh tones, unless I tell you to. Black or barely black is what I'll generally want you in!" she said in a very matter of fact way. She said, adding "I did notice a couple of pairs of white nylons somewhere..." she paused, "...they're also a no no, not unless I decide to put you into a wedding dress!" she smiled and winked teasingly. Oh shit. I've no idea just what went through my mind, but my heart jumped a beat for sure at that comment. "You know..." she said, "...you've got better legs than most real girls..." she laughed as she watched me closely "...and seamed stockings look fucking gorgeous on you!" She paused, "Sheer black nylon really is you, so that is what I'll want to see at all times!" Not realising that she expected yet another answer there and then, she paused momentarily before adding in a slightly sterner tone, "Chrissie, is that understood?" Subconsciously our relationship was changing by the second. It scared me, yet I loved it! "Ye... yes Sarah, I will, I.. I promise" I managed. Why did I add a promise to that? Though now a little confused, asking "May I just ask..." I now almost stuttered, "would you like me in seam... seamed stock... stockings at all times or ju... just sheer black..." my words trailed off nervously. On seeing my nerves she could hardly contain her own joy. Her confidence was growing and her level of control, seemed to her to be potentially limitless! "Oh bless" she smiled, "Don't you worry my darling..." she said, "...it'll be one of the two and I will simply tell you or instruct you!" Still standing there before her she continued, "But when I say sheer, I do mean sheer! I know you're wearing 'real' nylons right now darling and I know they are expensive, but that's what you'll wear at all times. I noticed the quality of your nylons the moment I walked in your door this evening and it pleased me no end. I love them, not only do they look gorgeous on you, but they even give off that lovely little 'rasp like zip' sound as you walk..." she smiled, "... I like that and I'll want to hear that at all times as you move around!" She smiled again, clearly noticing the glazed look in my eyes. "Oh, don't worry..." she smiled, "...I know exactly how it all feels my darling..." she smiled, "...especially when your legs rub and brush against each other as you take your delightful girlish steps!" she said as I caught her eye. "Oh yes..." she said, "...you know exactly what I mean!" she continued, "I am a woman you know and they can turn us on to!" she laughed. "You know..." she said, "...sometimes I used to nearly make myself cum when wearing them and rubbing my legs together!" she laughed, adding "So I do know what exactly it's doing to you my darling down below!" "Oh don't look so surprised Chrissie..." she laughed, "...I know you've only ever seen me in trousers, but I used to wear all of this sort of stuff years ago" she laughed, "But I can't be bothered with all of that nowadays" she added, "I simply want to be comfortable and maybe boringly practical!" she laughed. Sitting back on the bed she continued "You know most men have got no idea what it takes to be tightly laced into a corset all day..." she then laughed, adding "...actually probably most women haven't either..." she said, "...and it's not easy having to wear nylons for hours on end. I mean, just keeping your seams straight for a start!" she laughed. "On top of that, all of those little buckles and straps, all of those slippery silky sensations and lacy bits, the ribbons and bows, not to mention the wearing of heels all day!" she smiled, finally adding, "And to do it all with a smile!" She paused momentarily and looked hard at me, "No, none of that's for me now my darling!" she said, "I want that to be your job now!" "Mmmm..." she muted without taking her eyes off of me. "That's if you want it of course..." she said, pausing briefly before adding, "...would you like that Chrissie?" "Mmmm?" she added. "To wear all of this..." "...for me!" she gestured around the round at piles and layers of femininity, "To be my girl, Mmmm?" I truly don't remember formulating the words and of course I gave no thought to what I was saying, but in my haze I heard myself say "Yes Miss" back! "Good..." she smiled, watching me carefully, adding, "...though I do hope you mean that?" I had no time to begin to answer as she continued, saying, "You know Chrissie..." she said, "...dressing like this used to make me feel a little helpless and restricted in my movements, a bit like a constant unseen bondage..." she smiled, adding "...and you've already told me you like bondage" she smiled. Again, I wasn't given time to answer, but I heard every word as she carried on, "Tightly trussed up from the inside out..." she watched me closely as she carried on, "...to be constantly restricted by heels and perhaps a tight pencil skirt, all sexy, frilly, slippery and silky..." she smiled. "All of that restriction!" She smiled knowingly, continuing "Regardless of how practical it was, regardless of the tasks set, even regardless of all of those around you." she smiled, adding "All of that silky femininity and restriction, even if I was wearing trousers, flats, loose cool fitting tops and so on...", "...even at night time in bed, they'd be no let up!" she smiled, verbally drowning me in everything femme! "You know exactly what I mean darling" she smiled and she was right, I did. She was rattling off almost word for word many discussions we had where I'd told her of my dreams, urges and fantasies. "Imagine..." she continued "...all of those lovely sensations you get as you move around...", "...perhaps without any choice, Mmmm...?" She watched face closely, as she then threw in another twist that was sure to ensnare me, "And then imagine wearing all of that and being tied up and bound helplessly!" Oh shit! My head was going into absolute overdrive! "I mean..." she said, "...as you've already told me some of your fantasy's!" she paused, "So picture yourself strapped down, tied, quite helplessly, wearing all of those lovely silky, tight and restrictive things and then left to wriggle, with real ties and bonds". "Only with ties that you can't undo or just slip out of!" she could see my eyes glaze over slightly, lost in erotic thoughts, adding "Stuck..." she added, "...quite literally, with nothing but silk, satin and nylon caressing your body, Mmmm?" She smiled knowingly "There's no denying it young lady..." she said, "...this is deep down what you want and crave and so do I!" she laughed. I heard myself say 'Oh gosh', "Oh gosh indeed" she said as she smiled. At that moment no further words were needed and that thought was left hanging for a good few silent moments until she spoke again. Both of us acutely aware that I hadn't objected anything so far! But all of this was just talk, wasn't it? Again before I could try to process fully all that was being suggested, she moved back to my clothing. As with her request for me to wear only sheer stockings, she reiterated that with my corsets, of which I owned several. "Along with that rule about you only wearing sheer black nylons and higher heels, I also want you wearing a corset at all times!" she smiled, "...and I'll expect them tightly laced!" she then added, "I can see you're tightly laced now, which I love. But there'll be no slackening off or loosening the laces!" "Indeed..." she continued, "...I know a very capable, discrete seamstress who should be able to adapt them to make them 'lockable'..." I could see her momentarily drift off into thought, before she added excitedly, "...it'd certainly be worth the investment! I mean..." she said almost huskily, "...just imagine not only being tightly laced in, but then having your corset actually padlocked shut..." she smiled, adding "...all day and utterly unable to loosen, release or remove it!" What the fuck was I hearing and yet, I stood there utterly lost in what was happening around me! "This will also include bedtime!" she said as our eyes briefly met. She smiled adding "I wouldn't have thought of that if you hadn't told me that you slept all nicely trussed up last night! You see young lady; your own honesty is slowly trapping you!" She laughed, adding "So bed time would mean your corset, stockings, chastity of course, your panties and all under a silky slip or night dress!" Her 'rules' were now being piled on me at an alarming rate. Maybe even sensing my overload of information, she simply smiled at me, saying "Sorry my darling,..." she smiled, "...maybe my imagination and my little 'rules' are starting to pile up aren't they..." she laughed, adding, "...but I did tell you a few weeks back that I like rules...", "...and these would not only be non negotiable, but most definitely enforced!" she said, "Indeed, the only time I'd expect you out of your lingerie will be for bath or shower times only!" She again looked hard at me, adding "Do you understand me Chrissie?" Our eyes met momentarily, I knew that I didn't dare refuse, not that I wanted to and somehow she knew that to! Seconds later she said "If you were mine, I'd need you to promise me all of this?" My eyes were almost glazing over with her suggestion, as she repeated, "Would you promise to wear what you're wearing now as an absolute minimum for foundation wear, at all times if you were mine?" Without even thinking an in an almost detached state I heard my own voice say, "Yes Mistress, I will, I promise!" She looked flushed and excited, though clearly in control. Fuck what had just happened there? What was I doing? What were we doing? This was all just talk, this was just the moment and we were both getting caught up in that, weren't we? Regardless of the run up to this evening, this was my first time of her seeing me dressed as Chrissie and yet here I was agreeing to and even promising promises (I think?) that I could have never imagined! Was any of this 'binding'? Was this just all a game and we were both just getting carried away? After all the evening had also been fuelled by a little wine. What about tomorrow? Would it simply be as if nothing had happened? Was that what was this was? Or was any of this actually going to happen? Either way and despite all of these thoughts, in that moment I loved and wanted this so desperately! I had no idea how or indeed if any of this was going to happen and even if it did, how would it be policed or indeed enforced? Sarah's mind was also working overtime and she tried to maintain her own control. But whatever was happening, she was staggered at the ease of her dominance and indeed the ease that I was acquiescing and submitting. Inside she was actually jumping for joy at just how easy all of this had been and her ideas were now growing and forming with confidence at every step! Keeping the momentum, she continued, "It's not just about 'dressing' as a girl Chrissie, as beautifully as you do it! But it's also about a mindset and that mindset needs to be 24/7..." she smiled, "...or at least as near as possible" she said as I stood and listened. The dynamics seemed to be fast changing, for both of us as she somehow slowed down the pace, but kept the position clear. "I can see that you are most definitely a 'girl' who not only needs direction, but one who thrives on it!" she said, "Which is good" she said, "And I think you're beginning to understand that I like to give direction and I expect my direction to be followed!" She paused, before adding "We could be the 'perfect' match!" I wasn't given an option to answer as she instructed me to carry on dressing in my French Maids uniform as she carefully watched. As I methodically donned my uniform completed with a mass of ice white frothy petticoats that stood out almost at right angles due to their sheer fullness. It all fell just below the welts of my stockings, but of course it didn't take much movement for my stocking tops to be on show with every bounce or step! Aware of her previous comments, I mentioned that due to my petticoats and indeed the shorter length of this whole outfit I didn't wear a full slip with this particular get up. Crikey, I now had enough petticoats wrapped around my waist and caressing my legs than I could shake a stick at! It was a point that she agreed, but still reminded me that a slip would be required for all other attire! I then placed a heavily frilled black and white silk and lace garter on my left thigh, which was met by yet another approving smile. Likewise, that was clearly visible with the slightest of movement, as the 'bounce' of my petticoats and the shortness of the skirt of my uniform barely covered my stocking tops. My fitted bodice hugged my corset and around my waist I'd tied an ice white satin half piny, leaving a large bow in the small of my back. Then using the full length mirror, I attached a small half crescent white satin head piece to my wig, with two thin black satin ribbons hanging down rather becomingly! "Well put them on" was her response when standing there still in my sheer stocking covered feet I told her that I normally wore a pair of 4 inch black patent locking heels with this particular dress, complete with two padlocks to each ankle strap! Added to that I even told her that my dress could be padlocked at my collar and cuffs as well! News that made her smile widen even further! "Oh my!" she said, "Well I suggest you're not properly attired unless you're properly heeled and more importantly, securely locked in my girl!" she continued, adding "You really are quite a find Chrissie!" as I reached for a series of solid brass padlocks. A total of seven padlocks in all, in fact eight if I counted my chastity, maybe even nine if she opted to have my corsets adapted for padlocks to! "Go on then" she smiled as I paused nervously. Then one by one in my trembling fingers I slowly and meticulously padlocked myself into this incredible creation of femininity and obvious subservience! With one last padlock to go at my collar, I struggled several times to reach the clasp and lock it shut. I could normally manage it on my own, but on seeing my nerves, she teasingly added, "Let me my darling..." as she slid off the bed towards me saying,"...I'd be absolutely honoured to close the last padlock of your pretty uniform my girl!" Her words and indeed that final 'click' almost made me jump as she soothed, "Try and relax Chrissie..." her hands then momentarily rested on my satin clad shoulders, "You're doing ok!" as she gently squeezed my shoulders as if in reassurance! "I take it you have the keys somewhere safe?" she asked, as I told her I did, but on seeing my hesitation, she smiled saying "Don't worry Chrissie...", "...I'm not going to be demanding the keys from you..." she paused, leaving just the right time, as she added "...at least not tonight anyway!" She smiled, adding "This all makes so much sense young lady" she said, "After all, you had told me that you loved the idea of feeling 'stuck', well..." she smiled, "...if we get locks fitted to your corsets and if I supply a complete set of new padlocks for this lovely dress and your shoes..." she smiled, "... well..." she looked at me, "....you really will be well and truly more than a little 'stuck'!" "I really like that idea she said, watching me closely, "Think about it..." she smiled, "...knowing that you'd be utterly unable to remove any of this without help. Up 'til now you've had choice haven't you..." she smiled, "...but imagine if you didn't?" She watched me closely knowing she was hitting all the right buttons to my submission. "You'd certainly need permission to change whether padlocked or not of course..." she paused "...but imagine actually being locked in knowing that it would be down to me whether I granted you that permission!" She smiled, still watching me closely before saying "Looking at your reaction Chrissie, I think you like that idea too!" "Anyway, back to these heels..." she said, "...4 inch heels with those locking ankle straps, in this gorgeous uniform..." she smiled as she looked down at them, adding "...they will most definitely be a requirement..." as she said laughing "...so I do hope you can work and walk in them my darling, as you've just committed yourself to them now!" Oh shit, I had! I could walk in them and indeed work, but for how long would be the problem? Before I could dwell on that she reminded me "And let's not forget, it'll be your 3 inch heels for everything else!" she paused, finally adding "Is that understood?" Again, I heard myself say "Yes Miss" as she now stood moving back slightly and looking me over again and somewhat fixated with my legs, "Yes, I love that look and that height does wonders for your legs and I personally love the way your nylons are stretched taught over your elevated ankles and calf muscles..." she smiled, adding a seductive "Mmmm..." as she watched me hungrily, adding "...and I also love the way those padlocks jangle slightly at your ankles as you move around!" I felt myself blush as she laughed, "Maybe you're beginning to realise what it means to dress for someone else's pleasure Chrissie and not just your own...?" She smiled, adding "...I mean just imagine..." she said, "...having to dress just like this for possibly hours on end, but to do it when I decide and not when you just feel like it!" Oh fuck, this, all of this felt so amazing. I was still trying to work out if any of this was real! But there I was, standing there before her in the most gorgeously of sexy uniforms, fully padlocked in and now teetering in my higher heels. I couldn't believe this was happening! I glanced at her quickly, though lowered my eyes almost instinctively to her presence. Equally I sensed that she was becoming more than turned on by the vision before her. As I did this, she continued to take several more photos of me, though now that barely mattered to me! I tried not to think about it, but just went with the flow as I stood there in my own bedroom, not only having tried endless outfits on, but now before her in such a uniform! I caught a look of myself in the full length mirror. Fuck, I looked sexy! This uniform clearly said sex! In fact, it screamed SEX! I was now the epitome of the classic, fantasy French maid! Down below I was also straining beyond belief. I had been all evening and for that matter and for most of the previous day as well! But now, my desire for release and urge to cum was phenomenal! I caught a glimpse of myself in my mirror. I was an absolute erotic vision of submission and naughtiness! Still in my wig and full make up, I'd never looked and felt so good. The change in height of my heels made my legs look amazing encased in sheer black nylon. I'd dressed in this exact get up many times before, but in front of Sarah now, it took those senses to new heights. If she liked my last uniform, she was almost ecstatic with this one as she slowly walked around me. "Well..." she said, "...I think your first uniform is truly the one for everyday duties, but..." she smiled heavily, "...I'd be prepared to make exceptions!" She laughed, "Though, I'm not sure who would lose concentration first!" Standing back again, she then asked me to turn slowly for her, she took yet more photos and added, "Housework or not Chrissie, this..." she paused almost lost for words, "...this is absolutely..." she laughed, "...it's stunning! You look absolutely amazing. I mean, this is perfect for 'serving' and wow, it'd be absolutely perfect for putting you on show!" She smiled heavily, as she asked "Would you like that?", adding, "Mmmm?" she smiled, "Would you like to be put on show wearing all of this?" she paused, before adding, "For real!", "you know, opening the front door to my friends and visitors, serving drinks, aperitifs etc..." "...having to curtsey...?" she smiled "...and with all of those petticoats and padlocks clearly visible for all to see?" Oh my god, this was surely just fantasy, just part of the game, this surely wasn't actually going to happen? And caught up in the day, the evening, indeed this whole past few weeks with Sarah, I heard myself stutter "...I...I'd be scared" I said with genuine fear, but with clear excitement! "That's not what I asked!" came her quick reply, "Well?" she waited. Gosh that would be my dream, but a dream is one thing, oh gosh "I'd love to" I somehow managed to answer, though almost in a whisper. She clearly heard my words and our eyes momentarily met, which left me nervously none the wiser! Was she actually planning to do that? "Tell me Chrissie" she said, "Do you think you'd feel submissive enough and committed enough to want to serve a lady as her maid, maybe for real? Dressed just like this or in your other uniform, having to be submissive, part time, or..." she paused, "...who knows, maybe even more?" as she now fussed with imaginary specks of fluff on my shoulder, "Mmm...?" she added. "Yes Miss, I..." I almost stammered, "...I'd like to try, but..." I somehow got out, quickly adding, "...but it scares me..." my words trailed and of course I genuinely hadn't taken on board or realised the enormity of the suggestion. She paused before saying, "Yes, I don't doubt you would be scared. But that's ok. Anything new can be a little scary..." she smiled, adding "...though of course 'scary' can be exciting..." she said, "...for both of us I mean". "As I mentioned just now, I like to see a degree of fear in you my darling. I also know deep down inside what that fear does for you, the anticipation, the..." she again paused, perfectly timing her words "...not knowing, it can be a huge turn on!" She paused for a few seconds before adding "And you are turned on, aren't you Chrissie?" I think I nodded, but it didn't really need an answer. Again, barely giving me time to think she continued as she now stood very close to me, "And then of course there's what do I get out of this?..." she smiled, "...after all it's not all about your pleasure you know. You see..." she smiled, "...the build up, tonight, watching you dress, seeing you follow my every command..." she smiled, "...seeing you nervous, all of that turns me on hugely!" The air felt charged as she spoke, "You see Chrissie, my pleasure comes from knowing that you would be submitting to me and that I would be controlling you. It's not just the exchange of role, with you as the 'girl', though believe me feminizing you and seeing you like this is my kink and trust me, I will want you utterly feminine at all times..." she smiled, adding "...but it's the fact that I get to be in charge of you totally, both physically and mentally." She paused, adding "I can't explain why I enjoy that anymore than you can probably explain why you want to submit, but..." she smiled seductively "...I'm glad that we both do!" "At times I will no doubt want to push your limits and you know full well that you'll want me to that..." she smiled heavily, adding "...even if you'll never actually admit it!" "Yes I'd want to take you out of your comfort zone and I'll tell you now that I would enjoy immensely seeing the fear and anticipation in your eyes. Not to hurt you in any way, but to take you quite simply into areas that deep down you want to go but are too scared to go yourself." She continued "You've mentioned so many times Chrissie that you want to feel a 'little stuck', well..." she laughed, "...if you were to serve me, I could ensure that you were stuck and you could finally experience all of these things!" Somehow I listened as she spoke pushing every one of my buttons even if I was too afraid to admit it aloud. "And the important thing is, that at all times I will have the upper hand. I would be the dominant, the one in charge and you would be the submissive 'girl'!" She carried on as my eyes glazed over; "I suspect you've dreamt of this for years, Mmmm?" she smiled, adding "Because I know I have!" "So don't run from it. Potentially we could both get what we've both always wanted from a possible arrangement. The exchange of power is a huge aphrodisiac for me Chrissie and it clearly is for you." "Knowing that you'll be surrendering your will to me, giving me the right to dress you up in whatever I desire..." she smiled, adding "...though don't worry, you've already told me enough of what you like to wear, the styles, the quality and the image and believe me Chrissie, all of that ticks my boxes!" she laughed. "But more importantly..." she continued, "...I'll also get to do with you whatever I desire..." she said almost throatily, "...right down to whether I decide if, when and how you have sexual release!" She paused watching me closely as my eyes darted up to catch hers. On seeing my reaction she continued, "Oh yes my darling, I will use you sexually and control you sexually, there's really no need to act surprised!" Oh fuck she was right as she smiled and I just listened, "You're already wearing chastity for me Chrissie and if you were to agree to being 'my girl', then believe me chastity will remain!" Unbeknown to me, Sarah was almost flushed with her own excitement as she carried on calmly. "Outwardly my darling I will want you to look very inch a girl..." she paused, "...and a very convincingly one!" "But down here..." she said as she took hold of me with one hand around my corseted and uniformed waist, her other hand eased her hand into and through my petticoats, finding my panties and caged 'bits', as I gasped slightly and found myself trying to steady myself in my heels. Fortunately her other arm steadied me as I reacted instantly to her touch. This was the first time such intimate contact had been made and without ceremony; taking hold of her goal through my knickers she simply began to move my cage slowly from side to side! Oh fuck! As her manipulations continued, she carried on watching me. My body sagged slightly into her as I now openly groaned in pleasure, unable to get erect, but swelling now to bursting point at her actions. One of my arms was effectively clamped tight by her body as she held me firmly to prevent me from pulling away. My other arm simply fell to my petticoat and stocking encased thigh. My stocking clad legs clamped together tightly and rubbed against each other as I close my eyes to her assault on me. "That's it..." she watched me, as her fingers still worked away below, "...you've wanted me to do this to you all evening..." she smiled, adding "...so just let it happen!" My whole body sagged as my eyes closed and as I succumbed quickly to what was happening to me. Slightly leaning into her as supported me, my legs began to twist and buckle slightly. Without stopping she hungrily said "Yes Chrissie, rub those nylons together, sssh..." she cooed, "...this is you my darling!" Oh gosh, my mind and body felt lost, but in the glorious helpless way. "Your role will be to submit, to acquiesce and defer to whatever I desire or want of you, physically, mentally and..." she laughed, "...sexually!" Watching me she carried on, "It's a rabbit hole of desire for you isn't it Chrissie, Mmm...?" she said, "...and the more you fall helplessly down that hole, the more you want it!" "On one hand you want to cum, to ejaculate hard, but on the other you don't..." she said, "...you know that by having that release, you'll come down and want to run, but you deep down you don't want to run..." she continued, "...no, you want me to frustrate and sexually. You want me to 'edge' you for hour upon end" she laughed as she did exactly that and so expertly. "It's a paradox of sexual need and surrender for you. I've done my homework darling and I am drawn to 'girls' just like you! Deep down you need me to control you sexually and..." she stopped her hand actions, though firmly held onto my cage though my knickers, adding "...and I will!" Oh shit. Her hands moved away and she stepped back watching my closely. I was visibly out of breath and physically shaken, though so was she, not that I noticed! "You see..." she said "...that's the beauty of this. I can stop and start just as I please and there's nothing you can do about it..." she laughed, adding "...but it feels good though, doesn't it?" Leaving me standing there, now very shaken she sat back down on the bed saying "Deep breaths Chrissie, let yourself come down, you're doing so fine my darling" she laughed. "In fact, you are doing brilliantly well!" she smiled. You see Chrissie..." she said, "...down there, that stays. It stays locked and nicely tucked backwards beneath all of your wonderful silky lingerie. So whether you're wearing all of your lovely petticoats like now, or whether you're wearing a nice tight pencil skirt, there'll be no unsightly bulge visible, but it will be there!" "But..." she said, "...if you become my girl, what's down there will belong to me!" She smiled as our eyes momentarily met. "That's what you what and what I want!" adding, "Oh, I know that need in you cuts to the very heart of your submission to me and to my dominance of you and I will simply control you by it!" "Will you ever get to cum?" she said rhetorically, "Yes..." she smiled, "...but only when I deicide!" she took a deep breath herself as she carried on, "And will I get to use you for my own sexual release?", she smiled, "Absolutely I will and you Chrissie..." she smiled, "...will simply acquiesce on my command, but always with you dressed as my girl!" Before I could even think any further or take on onboard this latest physical development, she continued, "However..." she smiled, "...this has been quite an evening!" No shit I thought, standing there still perhaps a little unsure of just how I was still managing to actually stand upright! I listened as she spoke, "And of course there's so much more to discuss and we will, but it's getting late. I think we both need to take a little step back and maybe have a nice cup of coffee...!" She smiled, before adding, "...and as you're already in uniform and rather appropriately attired..." she laughed "...I think that you should head back downstairs and put the kettle on. You're about to be the perfect little maid and make us both a cup of coffee!" She smiled, adding "I'll be down shortly". Still with very wobbly knees and without even thinking I automatically 'bobbed' a quick curtsey, with a "Yes Mistress". Her look and further smile said it all, "Oooh..." she beamed "...I think I could get used to this..." she smiled, quickly adding "...now get your tush downstairs my girl!" Somehow I managed to get down the stairs in my 4" heels. However, with the added height of my heels and of course with me now wearing the sea of petticoats underneath my uniform, negotiating the stairs was a great deal trickier. On top of which, my legs were still almost jelly like from what had just happened! She followed me down maybe five minutes or so later and although it worried me as to what she might be doing as I tried to focus on my task. Unbeknown to me she had rifled through further draws and cupboards and of course never expecting anyone to do that everything was pretty much on show, including my easy to find 'bondage' stash! Amongst those straps, bindings and harnesses were my 'toys'. Several butt plugs, gags and nipple clamps etc, etc... ! All of which was quickly photographed and aiding her ideas and plans for me! What was more, before she reached the kitchen; she'd stopped by my under stairs cupboard. A quick glance inside was all she needed to see that it would indeed be big enough and she clocked the key hole just below the door handle. Nothing was clear in her mind, but she knew she had time to think on possibilities! On hearing her come into the kitchen diner, I quickly turned and being dressed as 'the maid' I dipped into a wobbly curtsey. She took a seat at the table and I presented her coffee on a small tray; she took several more pictures as I served her. I was acutely aware that with every move and with every step, not only did my heels clicked on my kitchen floor, but even the padlocks securing them did indeed give a little jangle, as if to remind me further. My petticoats rustled and bounced non-stop, my stockings rasped and my corset even creaked. Fuck, I felt almost over come with femininity, extreme femininity and yes, I was still padlocked in! I must have 'bob curtseyed' several more times before finally being given permission to sit with my own coffee, again a quick 'bob' and a "Thank you Mistress" much to her pleasure. As I sat my petticoats squashed upwards and outwards creating a sea of soft nylon which I tried desperately to get under control. She smiled watching me, adding "That is probably why maids are meant to stand my girl..." she laughed, "...but I think you've earned a seat for the moment, though..." she smiled teasingly, "...don't get used to it!" Amazingly we chatted quite loosely, although I was clearly in uniform and remained constantly submissive, not that I think I could ever be any other way with her, at least not now! I loved the exchange of power and the sheer elevation of her status to me and my position and as we chatted with our coffee I told her so. All of which was actually making her jump for joy inside, though outwardly she somehow maintained a 'cool' and controlled appearance. She told me that she had picked up throughout the whole evening a very natural and almost unconscious change in me from each situation we'd been in, from her arrival to right now. "Well I'm glad that you feel very naturally submissive to me Chrissie, because I will tell you that I feel perfectly at ease with the idea of maybe being your dominant and I'd be very keen to take charge of you..." she smiled, adding "...and I think it's taken this evening for this to become acutely apparent to both of us". "Chrissie..." she said, "...I've no idea if anyone has ever told you this, but having seen you outwardly in your male get up before this evening, I will say that I truly believe that you look far better in skirts!" She smiled, continuing "And I mean that! What's more..." she said "...I actually suspect you're far happier dressed as you are not just now, but the whole evening and day and night beforehand!" She paused watching me closely, before adding "I know that you might be nervous, which I do love in you by the way..." she smiled, "...but nervousness is only a temporary thing. Dressed as you are I know that deep down you've probably never been more content in your life..." she smiled, adding "...and it isn't just the clothes..." she said, "...is it?" The question didn't need answering as I somehow shifted awkwardly in my seat. At that point I had no idea if I was blushing or not, but I did feel an enormous sense of pride at her words and of course she was right! I tried to take on board all that she said. She carried on, "I appreciate that before this evening we hadn't talked or planned for anything in particular, but let's be honest with each other and accept that this evening's developments have been simply waiting to happen!" Again she was right. For me to verbalise that may have been too much. But the reality of what had happened this evening was inevitable, but I was still too scared to try to think on what any of this might really mean. Smiling at me and clearly recognising the need to take control, she spoke "In fact I'd almost say without a shadow of doubt..." she said "...that putting the 'genie' back in the bottle is going to be impossible now if we carry on seeing each other?" She paused, but didn't want to broach that question fully right now. This was all part of her constantly having the 'upper hand' as it were. "I think we should certainly sleep on things for now..." she said, adding, "...but I do want to thank you for allowing me to meet the 'other' you..." she paused again, "...personally I think this is the real you Chrissie, or at least it really could be!" she smiled. She was probably right. It scared me silly, but it made me feel incredible, again I told her and the fact that all evening I'd so wanted so desperately to please her! "And you have my darling..." she said with a smile, "...but with that in mind Chrissie..." she said, "...lets liaise tomorrow and chat further. There's no need for you to worry or panic, let's just go with the flow and enjoy this." Sarah very effectively making me wait and she knew full well just what that would do to me. Her control of me was only just beginning and to keep my mind occupied and focused she decided to set out a series of instructions to for me to follow. At no point did she ask me if that was ok, but equally at no point did I disagree to refuse! "Now..." she exclaimed "...coffee is over, so up you pop, you're now back on duty my 'girl'!" Instantly I stood and quickly sorted my petticoats out as she watched on. This felt so right, as she simply said "Curtsey girl" she said, adding "Let's not get into bad habits!" Quickly I dipped a quick curtsey, spluttering an apologetic "I'm so sorry Miss, Yes Miss" as I instantly became her 'maid' again; the dynamic had changed yet again! I listened as she spoke, just a little more formerly again, "Now I know you don't have any particular plans or places to be this coming week..." she looked at me as I glanced up, "...you've already told me my darling, so don't try to deny it!" she said smiling in triumph. "So it would really please me if you would stay completely and fully feminised tonight and through tomorrow..." she watched me closely, adding quickly, "...and I mean fully feminised day and night..." pausing before adding "...and I'd want you to keep your 'cage' on as well my darling!" She smiled, knowing she was reeling me in. "...you've already done so since Friday lunchtime, so this shouldn't be a problem?" she raised an eyebrow expecting an answer. Shit, despite having just drunk some coffee my mouth felt parched. I guess I hadn't considered what would happen after this! "Will you do that for me Chrissie?" Fuck I thought, but of course I knew I would and I told her so. Though surely this would be down to trust alone, but I agreed and dipped into another curtsey for her. "Thank you'" was her simple response as she rose to leave, though giving me yet more clear instructions. I was to remain in fully my uniform until everything in my house was put away, neatly and tidily from the bedroom to the kitchen. "Please send me a text when you've done that and I will give you further instructions. I will expect you to follow them to the letter!" She looked at me, adding, "Is that understood?" Again I dipped, only now into a full curtsy whilst agreeing and thanking her as followed her to the front door whilst helping her into her coat. "I don't want you to worry or dwell on silly thoughts. Just do as you are told and enjoy this, we're both adults and I will take care of you, but you must stay dressed and you must stay in chastity!" I gave a "Yes Miss" curtseyed once again. "Good girl" were her parting words as she turned and left me there. Those simple words made my heart skip as the closed the door behind her and my first full encounter with her ended. Somehow I knew I had to get on with my tasks, first the coffee cups and then back up to my bedroom to put everything away neatly and tidily. I worked almost in a numb like state, trying almost not to think too hard about what had happened not only this evening, but the whole last few weeks! It must have been nearly an hour later when I very nervously sat down, still so unbelievably aware of everything I was wearing and every sensation that came with that, as I texted to say that my home was now tidy. Minutes seemed to pass as I stared at my phone, clutching it tightly. Scared of a response and what it might entail, or worse still - no response! An agonising five minutes or so must have lapsed when my phone 'bing'ed' causing me to physically jump. Again such control certainly hadn't been considered by me before this evening, in fact I don't really think I'd considered how the evening might even end! But sure enough, an unspoken game of control now seemed to be happening as her reply simply said:- "Good girl, change out of your uniform and get ready for bed. Remember what you promised. Keep your corset, panties & stockings on. Wear a silk nightie or slip. Cage stays on. Also bind your legs tightly together at ankles & knees for the whole night. Send me a photo. Further instructions in the morning. Sleep well and don't worry, I'm very pleased with you Chrissie X" Fuck. That simple text made my heart jump even further, but equally tremble with fear! In that one evening our relationship had changed and the dynamics had clearly shifted! I knew that I could have simply ignored her request, but everything in me wanted to comply and obey. I was under her control and I knew it! As instructed, once out of my uniform and having brushed my teeth and gone to the toilet, I sat on the edge of my bed and bound my ankles and knees tightly together. Swinging my legs onto the bed, I carefully arranged myself and raised my satin slip high enough up to take the required photo. It took several goes with my arms outstretched until I captured enough of the image she wanted. Pulling the duvet over myself I nervously sent her my text with the attached photo and very quickly received a simple text back:- 'Good girl. Night night X' I don't know just how well I slept that night and must off gone off at some point. But I woke at 7am with a start as my phone signalled a text. Trying to open my eyes I instantly felt my sheer nylon encased legs sliding and rubbing tightly together. Still bound by the two black soft leather straps as I remembered all that had happened. My satin nightdress had ridden up somewhat and my corset seemed to bight just that little tighter. Fuck. It wasn't a dream!!! Reaching for my phone I read the simple, yet direct message from Sarah:- 'Hi girl. Time to get up. I want you fully dressed in your 'day / domestic' uniform until 1pm and get some housework done. Further instructions will follow. Send me pics at regular intervals, shower first, but remember corset, black stockings (non-seamed), slip etc & cage locked on at all times. X' Oh shit! This was happening. It was real! Sitting upright and looking down at my tightly bound legs. Under their bindings my stocking seams had twisted round and I tried to gather my thoughts. Was I going to do this? But before I could think, a follow up text came through:- '1st pic required at 7.30am sharp. Ensure time / date feature is on. No cheating girl and no old photos - as I'll know!' How I managed to be ready, I really don't know. I did a slight cheat and decided to shower after the first photo. My make up wasn't at its best, but I knew that I could re-do and touch up afterwards. All I knew that I was now being controlled. The time / date feature certainly ensured that I could just pull out an old picture of me, she'd clearly thought of that one and although it scared me silly, it also turned me on immeasurably! Just in time I sent my reply. I'd actually sent two photos, one full length, which helped to disguise my lack of makeup and one with the skirt of my uniform and slip pulled up and my panties pulled aside to reveal my cage! She hadn't asked for that, but I knew that I wanted to please her. Again, a simple reply came back:- 'Good girl. I'm hoping that cage has been on all night? Remember, I want regular pics, have some fun, but remember you are a working girl now! x' Fuck, I actually felt lightheaded and I absolutely loved the fact that she'd again used the words 'good girl' and also 'working girl'! Those words not only turned me on, but actually made me feel strangely proud. I was now her girl, at least I think I was!!!! I actually undressed fully at that point and took a proper 'close' shave and shower, before re-applying my makeup and dressing in my lingerie, Jaeger dress and apron as instructed. I felt good to be free of my corset during my shower, but I knew that my respite would be brief. Once ready, I finally set to work with what housework there was, the truth was that I'd got the place spotless over the previous few days. But as I somehow busied myself I set up each photo as I went along. They were posed, but there was no other way around that and hopefully I looked natural and feminine enough in that role. Making the bed, vacuuming, dusting, washing up, a posed shot of me ironing etc... I couldn't even take several to have ready, due to the camera time / date feature. She hadn't specified, but I decided to send one on the hour, every hour, as I sent a photo off. I received no further reply, despite my regular updates until 1pm, five and a half hours of maids' duties in my uniform. I didn't realise, but again she was teaching me the importance of patience and although I didn't know it, she was overjoyed at what I was sending her and of course she loved the photos! The lack of texts back did worry me, but ultimately kept me on my toes, so much so that when she did respond, that I almost cried with relief! What the fuck was happening to me? The text was as follows:- 'Prepare yourself a light lunch or salad. Remember us girls watch their figures! Then change into a skirt / blouse / dress your choice. But feminine & pretty. Full underwear, same stockings, corset & cage & heels, slip etc. The time is your own until told. Keep the lovely pics coming. X' "The time was my own until told!" Oh my gosh! 'Until Told!!!!' Fuck, I must have read that several times!" So there I was, doing exactly as she said. She was controlling and dominating me from a distance and I complied, fully! I prepared a light salad whilst still in my uniform, then changed into a lovely fully lined knee length black pencil skirt, a very pretty short sleeved fitted silk blouse in white, covered with tiny mauve flowers and a pair of three inch heeled plain black elegant courts. My corset, bra, panties, full black satin slip and my seamless black nylons remained in place. I finished the look with a wide black patent leather belt, which served to further accentuate my nipped in corseted waist, a matching bangle and necklace and a pretty delicate ladies watch on my left wrist. I quick re touch of makeup and a further light spray of perfume - gosh I felt so unbelievably feminine! I owned numerous pencil skirts and had always loved the look of a smartly, sexily, but tastefully dressed secretary. I also liked the fact the Sarah had mentioned about having 'no visible bulge' whilst wearing such a skirt. Well, sure enough there was no bulge and I could only feel my cage by pushing my fingers into my groin. Fuck, I was so turned on and desperate to cum! I possessed the key, yet I knew that I wouldn't unlock it. I had to force myself to eat a little and even decided on a tiny drop of wine to relax myself, although aware that it was still only early afternoon and I had no idea if more tasks or requests might be set. Again as the afternoon moved on I knew I was tired having barely slept for the last couple of nights, so slipping my heels off I curled up on my sofa to watch an afternoon film. I was grateful that I wasn't wearing my 'lockable' heels and I could at least allow my feet some much needed rest. With the television on I barely focussed as the thoughts of the last few days, my clothing and my current situation were barely from my mind. Curled up as I was left me only too aware of the tightness and unrelenting rigidity of my corset, part of me desperately wanted to remove it but equally the other part of me relished that inescapable grip around my torso and I loved that! My wide patent belt also added to that incredible sensation of restriction, as did my tight, fully lined pencil skirt which when curled up as I was had risen a couple of inches above my sheer nylon encased knees. The skirt also ensured that my nylon clad legs had little choice but to remain permanently together. Little compared to that sensation of sensual silky nylons, gliding, twisting and sliding against each other constantly and it caused me to feel lightheaded and lost, but so very permanently turned on! I kept the regular photos going, just so grateful for my phone tripod and of course the camera feature captured the time precisely to her liking! Again they were all posed, one with me having a cup of tea, another standing in my bathroom, from the rear and slightly side on, whilst re-applying some lipstick, another sitting prettily on my sofa, another in my hallway and I finally dared myself to send a further somewhat sexier one, having eased my skirt up a little and pretending to re-attach a lose suspender! It was 6.30pm in the evening and it dawned on me that I'd been fully feminised without any break since lunchtime Friday afternoon, nearly 54 hours! But then out of the blue my mobile rang which nearly made me jump out of my skin. It was Sarah and her simple words to me were "Put the kettle on we need to talk. I'm outside and walking up your garden path. I'll be there in 30 seconds!" Oh fuck! Fortunately I had obeyed her every command and I was indeed fully feminised. Slipping my heels on I ran into the kitchen to switch the kettle on and rushed back to hallway. Quickly checking the mirror there, I looked ok, but had no time to touch up my makeup. Fuck, she certainly knew how to keep me on my toes! What an incredible weekend this was turning out to be! With no time to think the doorbell rang and I tried desperately to calm myself down. Stupidly I was even worrying about the state of my house and I just prayed that I'd left it tidy enough! Seconds later she entered and as I closed the door turning to face her, without warning she pushed up against me and in one swift movement of pinning me with my own back now up against the inside of my own closed front door, her right hand pushed straight into my skirted groin and fumbled intrusively until feeling the outline of my 'cage' through my skirt and underwear. With nowhere to go and simply being subjected to what was quite frankly a blatant sexual assault, she fumbled around my skirted groin as her fingers felt through my skirt, its lining, my slip and panties! Seconds later she found her goal, she rapidly began to manipulate the casing of my cage in fast small circular movements. Instantly I gasped aloud, but with nowhere to go she simply ignored my helpless state and rapidly continued her ministrations. Stunned, our eyes met for a split second. In that split second I was being forcibly groped and sexually assaulted and there was nothing I could do! Without her hand actions momentarily stopping she gently "Ssssshed" me almost soothingly, "Hands by your side". As I complied, she then continued to freely grope my imprisoned sex through my skirt, slip and panties. "Ooooh" she breathed sexily and smiled, as she watched my every reaction. But of course now I was responding sexually back as my own desire took over. My eyes closed and I could hear my own heavy breathing. I could feel and indeed hear my sheer stocking covered legs twist and glide together, rasping as they did within the confines of my skirt, that very sound she liked. "That's it..." she encouraged, "...rub those nylon covered legs together, you know I like that!" Though to be fair, my tight skirt barely gave me much choice! Biting my lip, I let out the tinniest of audible whimpers as her fingers continued their unopposed ministrations. Again I caught her eye as she clearly studied my reactions as she smiled heavily. "Yes..." she said, "...just enjoy it" Despite being unable to achieve an erection, at that moment I felt about as close as I'd ever been to ejaculation and she knew it! "This is what so many real girls have had to put up with over the years my darling..." her own panting voice said "...now it's your turn to be that sexual object, only now for me to use and exploit just when I want!" She smiled watching me as I looked at her through my now glazed eyes. "Oh yes Chrissie..." she said, "...you not only want it, but you crave it, don't you?" Somehow I heard myself moan back the words "Yes, oh gosh yes..." and I did mean it! Then just as quickly, her ministrations finally stopped, though her hold remained in place as she looked into my eyes saying, "Yes..." she breathed heavily, "...I love that damsel in distress look in your eyes my darling!" her eyes crawled over me, still trapped by her body, "And I fully intend to have you as my very own damsel!" Still holding me she smiled, adding "I love that look of dishevelled helplessness and submission in you..." she breathed heavily and clearly turned on herself, "...a sense of quite literally being 'taken' even!" "You know Chrissie..." she said, "...you look absolutely fantastic..." she smiled, "...you should never have been put in trousers!" she smiled, "And you certainly shouldn't be allowed them now!" Still holding me and looking into my eyes, she finally added, "You really should stay as a girl!" and then with barely a moment's pause, she added "Right..." she said as she pulled away and leaving me utterly shell shocked, "Pull yourself together and make me a cup of tea, we need to talk!" Stepping back, it was clear that she was also highly aroused at that moment, not that I knew, but her knickers were dripping wet with excitement as well! Barely able to walk, my heart thumped within the restriction of my corset as I somehow I followed her now with wobbly legs and somewhat out of breath to the kitchen and restarted the kettle. Just as I steadied myself up against the work surface and before I could think, she was right behind me, only now effectively trapping yet again and this time gently pushing my feminine form into the hardness of the units and kitchen worktop. Perhaps not quite so blatant, but she knowingly and very clearly used her body to keep me there and one hand caressed and squeezed my right buttock and then moved down, sliding to my skirted thigh, clearly feeling for and following the outlines of my suspenders beneath! Fingers then moving my hair to one side she then began to kiss my exposed neck all the time whilst caressing my thigh. I heard the kettle 'click' off again as her subtle pushing and rocking movements of her own hips caused my skirted groin and in particular, my cage to be pushed up against the hardness of the work surface. An act that clearly got the continued reaction that she was after as my 'sex' was again being moved back and forth. I gasped gently seeing my own hands with their neatly painted nails now flattened and stretched out before me, almost in a spasm on my kitchen worktops as I tried to steady myself. Again her movements stopped as they finally rested on my nipped in corseted waste, but remaining close, her body kept me trapped where it was. "That tea won't get made on its own!" she whispered in my ear, as I yet again re 'clicked' the kettle. Somehow gasped "I'm sorry Miss" as I shakily prepared two cups all the while with her still pinning me into position. Finally the water was in the cups when she slowly moved back just a little and turned me to face her. She smiled, though quickly I looked down. As I did, one hand again pushed into my groin, though this time it simply found and held my cage. "Have you enjoyed being a 'girl' for me today my darling?" she smiled, trembling I said that I had, as she continued to slowly ease my cage one way then other through my skirt, adding "And what about right now?" Gasping and through my now audible pants of breath I told her yes, but that I was scared. Unbelievably happy and excited, but scared! As her hand actions continued she reminded me of the numerous conversations we'd had when I'd told her just how I wanted to feel and that being a little scared was one of those feelings. "So it's ok to feel a little scared Chrissie..." she said, "...as I've told you, you being scared turns me on..." she soothed, "...greatly!" Watching me, her eyes glanced up and down me briefly as she spoke "And I love this look on you" she smiled. "You're the perfect clothes horse young lady!" she said, "One minute a gorgeous dinner host, the next a sexy maid and right now as you are..." she paused, "...I'd say even a very sexy secretary!" She laughed, adding "You know I could see you as my little office girl cum PA!" "Ooooh" she smiled, "In fact there's so many things I'd love to see you dressed up in!" she added in an almost desire ridden voice! But somehow stepping back Sarah realised that she had to work hard to calm her own self down and focus. Now was the time for control, her control. She'd come in this evening with the sole intention of taking charge and she knew that was all that was needed right now. Despite wanting to ravage me, she took her tea and gestured for us to both sit at the kitchen table. Shakily I did as requested and amazingly I managed to relax a little. She began to tell me just how pleased she had been with the text messages and photos that I'd sent and in particular she mentioned the one with me attaching or playing with my suspenders! WE chatted back and forth for a short while, but of course any chat was now ultimately waiting on the BIG question. What next? "So..." she looked hard at me, "...where should we go with this now Chrissie?" She paused, quickly adding "I think it's safe to say that things have definitely turned a corner!" she smiled. "Last night, today and indeed right now tells me that we're on the verge of something quite special" she paused, "Now we can either leave it at that and walk away from it, but that would be it. End of, not further contact!" she said somewhat starkly. "Or..." she continued, as our eyes briefly met, "...we could find a way forward and use, enjoy and indeed develop on this, I think very exciting relationship!" She paused, leaving just long enough before saying "And if we're being honest I think that we both want to take this forward!" I don't recall how many minutes ticked by, but watching me carefully, she could see that I needed to be directed, "Look..." she said, "...I think its best if I take the lead here and tell you what's going to happen!" I didn't reply verbally, but I think my head nodded in almost embarrassed agreement. "First things first" she said as she reached for her handbag and delved inside. Moments later she produced a small brass padlock and placed it on the table before me. There were no keys attached and the clasp was clearly left open. "When we've finished our tea, we're going to go upstairs and swap over your chastity lock for this one". She continued, "You will have no access to the key from then onwards. I will be the only holder of the key." she said, "As I mentioned last night, you will only have release if and when I decide..." she said, adding "...and I won't tolerate any discussion on the subject. You will need to understand that!" Amazingly I think I nodded as I heard her say "Good girl", "Controlling your sex will be instrumental in your submission to me..." she paused, "...and I will control you by that, along with your desire to dress!" She was now in full flow and growing in confidence "And with your desire to dress very much in mind it's clear that you need to be kept fully feminised for as of now..." She watched me closely as not only did I not object, but I kept my eyes lowered. She carried on "...it's imperative Chrissie that you remain in skirts and fully in role, there'll be no half and half!" she said. "You've set your own dress code young lady..." she smiled, "...and you also know my requirements from last night, so there'll be no complaints and I as already mentioned..." she said, "...I am a stickler for rules and you will follow those rules!" She went on, "Now I'm not oblivious to real life and the practicalities that will need to be put in place; after all..." she said "...this will be a big change for you..." she smiled, "...but you will cope and you'll soon get used to your new status. We'll cross any hurdles as they come along and you will need to trust me..." she said, finally adding "...as of now I will simply be making all of the decisions for you!" "Where are the keys to that cupboard under your stairs?" she asked, as I went to the kitchen drawer and found the key and the spare. They'd never been used before, but I quickly passed them to her as I sat back down. Not wishing to lose any momentum, she carried on "I think you know what's coming next Chrissie..." she said "...so as soon as we've changed your little padlock over, you'll empty that cupboard under the stairs. That should take you no more than ten minutes. Then everything 'male' that you have in your box room is going to be placed in there and then that door will be locked!" "It will be a temporary measure for now until a more permanent plan and arrangement is put in place" she smiled as she rattled off her directions for me. "Likewise, I'll work out a programme for you for this coming week and you will simply do as you're told..." she said, "...but it will be with you as Chrissie, day and night!" "Is all of that understood Chrissie?" I felt numb and almost drunk like. I was in freefall as I nodded yet again! I wasn't gagged, yet it felt as if I'd lost the power of speech, or maybe I just didn't want to question all that was about to happen. This was surely madness, but I did nothing to stop it! She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and clearly expected a verbal answer at that point. Although not in uniform and still seated opposite her, I uttered the two simple words, "Yes Mistress!" Within the hour, not only had my new chastity lock had been clicked shut, but every item of my male clothing that I owned had been neatly placed and securely locked into the cupboard and Sarah now held the only keys to that door. Even the laundry and airing cupboard were emptied of anything remotely male. I didn't even have one sock left! Sarah had actually been planning for this for some time and had recognised a deep submission in me from the earliest contact we had. She was careful not to get too excited by the possibilities, but she has seen something very different in me from any other submissive she'd met! The finite details admittedly weren't finalised, but this was no sudden 'off the cuff' decision on her part. It may have been propelled from having spent the evening with me the night before, but that was just the final decider. She knew that there was plenty of work to do, but she had done her homework and was mentally streets ahead of me on what was going to happen. The fact that I was lost in utter submission and was clearly putty in her hands at that point just made her final decision all the more easier. Also Sarah wasn't reckless; she took her planning very seriously. She knew that her control over me came with great responsibility. She was quite literally about to take ownership of me and although that turned her on beyond all measure, she remained clear and focussed. What pleasantly surprised her even more was that even at this point, I didn't even question! She had anticipated a degree kick back from me, maybe tears, or more worryingly even an outright 'no'! She'd barely slept that night and throughout the day she was preparing for and wondering just how she might handle a refusal, but it hadn't come. This was all just so easy. Sarah was ready for this. The question was, was I?