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The Start-up - Part 3
By Faye Croft
Chris spent the first hour reading through Arabellas web site, and he was
both shocked and aroused to see that she was offering her services as a
Dominant Mistress, and she was offering great flexibility as to what
roles she might take on. She also advertised that she had a fulltime maid
and submissive who was available to dominant customers to provide
services they might enjoy in the confines of the fully-equipped dungeon.
He never realised that she had other employees, and wondered when he
might meet them.
So far, the website only featured Arabella, and it was obvious that she
would need to get more graphic images of her in action, and with her maid
and submissive. He checked out the software used for the site, and looked
at how he could build the GIMP software into the process. He was fully
absorbed in working out a way forward when Arabella appeared with a mug
of coffee, and asked how he was getting on. "Well," he began, "your
business was a bit of a surprise, very enterprising, but is there demand
for all this domination stuff in Leeds? And you really need to get more
pictures of live action, so you need to get your maid and submissive in
for a photo shoot, and set up some attractive images."
"So, my chosen career doesn't scare you?" she asked. "Nooo, not at all,
we all have the right to choose our career paths, mine is computing,
yours is being a Domme, and I guess your maid is some chance for a young
lady to train to become her own Mistress. And I suppose your submissive
likes being paid for enjoying his own nature? When am I going to meet
them?"
"Oh soon, I think. They don't live here yet, but I am expecting to have
them up and running and in residence quite soon," she commented. "It may
be as soon as tomorrow that we can start to take pictures, if all goes
well. So, doing more work on the website probably needs to go on hold
until we have pictures, am I right?" He nodded. "Yep, so I can probably
head back home until you have things ready for the shoot."
"Oh slow down, Christobel, there is other work to be done, I think you
should drink the rest of your coffee and I'll show you." He knocked back
the last of the coffee, and stood, but wobbled rather, as the effect of
the second packet of powders she had put in his coffee started to kick
in. Her friend had said that only three doses should be enough to induce
obedience, at daily intervals. This was the second dose, and she was
hoping for great improvements.
"Curtsey now," instructed Arabella, and the trigger word worked
immediately. He dropped a deep curtsey, but found his shift dress was too
tight to allow him to hold the skirts out wide like she had explained was
a key part of curtseying. "That dress isn't very pretty, would you like
a prettier dress? If you wear a really pretty dress, I can let you have a
matching apron. Would you like that? Just like a proper maid uniform,
hmmm? Tell me what you would like, Christobel."
His sub-conscious told him he longed for a pretty dress, and he looked
down at his plain shift dress and thought it was a poor thing. He really
needed to be pretty, he needed lace and satin and bows, his dress needed
to be really pink and ditsy, and then he might be given an sissy apron,
so he could feel like a proper maid. Would she let him have a pretty
dress? She might if he was good...
"I would really like a pretty dress, Arabella," he said in a a quiet
voice, blushing as he spoke. She replied haughtily. "My name is Mistress,
you must not forget that, my name is Mistress, your name is Christobel,
and you are a sissy maid. Correct?" "Yes Mistress, correct."
"Well, I'm not sure you have been a good enough girl to have a really
pretty dress, but if you promise to be a good girl the rest of today, and
do your work like a good maid, then I will give you a fairly pretty
dress, and quite a nice apron, and see how you get on." Now, "release,"
she intoned. Chris dropped to his knees and kissed her feet, which he
rather enjoyed. "Done for now," and he rose looking rather confused.
But his mind told him that he needed a fairly pretty dress, and so he
asked for one. "Well, yes, I think I can help you with a fairly pretty
dress, Christobel, and it will be perfect for you to wear as you do some
housework. I have a long list of maid duties, and if you work hard, I
will reward you with a really pretty dress." She led him back to the
bedroom, and brought out from the wardrobe a satin dress decorated in a
muted fashion with narrow lace trim, and bows at the throat and on each
puff sleeve. A matching apron finished the uniform. And to crown it all,
a lacy beribboned cap which she pinned onto his hair. "There, you look
like the perfect housemaid. Would you like to be a housemaid?" she asked
grinning. She led him downstairs and they sat on the chaise longue.
Chris pondered her question, and knew that the right answer was yes, but
he still had doubts, he thought she already had a maid, why would she
want two, and did he really want to be a maid? "I don't know," he
mumbled, trying to break free of the effects that had settled on his mind
after that cup of coffee. "Maybe just for a while, but not forever?" He
looked up and the crystal pendant gleamed from her cleavage. She removed
it began to swing it back and forth. "Watch my crystal, Christobel, and
obey. You need to be pretty, dresses will help you be pretty so you can
be a pretty maid, it's important that maids are pretty, and you will make
a very pretty maid." She continued for another ten minutes before
breaking him out of the trance.
"Now, Christobel, I want you to hoover the ground floor and dungeon, and
dust all shelves and furniture. We want it looking good for the photo
shoot, don't we? I've arranged for a photographer to come round tomorrow
morning. Off you go, and make a good job of it, hoover is under the
stairs cupboard. If I'm happy, we will allow you to wear a really pretty
dress...."
Chris realised that it was his job to clean the house, and set to with a
will, although he had little experience in such matters. He enjoyed the
feel of skirts around his stockinged legs, and the swish of the built-in
petticoat. He glimpsed himself in the hall mirror and stopped to admire
his looks. It was a shame that he didn't have a more feminine face, but
maybe he could ask Mistress if he might use some make-up. He glanced down
at his chest, hoping to see some cleavage, but was disappointed. In fact,
what he could see was some hairs peeping out from under his bra. He
really needed to shave, and make his body smoother. Strangely enough,
that was exactly what Arabella was thinking. She decided that this would
be done ahead of this evenings introduction of Christobel to his alter
ego, whimp the gimp. And she decided that it would be a baptism of fire.
No more Mistress Nice Guy, she would turn the screw on her employee and
see how he reacted to stick, rather than carrot.
Christobel reported back to her at the end of the afternoon, saying she
had finished all the tasks, and Arabella commented that she would be the
judge of that. She picked a leather collar from the coffee table, and
slid it round her maids neck, locking it closed. Chris began to feel a
little worried, as she then clipped a lead to the collar, and led him
round each room, where she wiped surfaces with an aristocratic finger,
and started to find faults. Dust on the door tops, smears on a mirror,
cobweb behind curtain rails. The ground floor was rated unsatisfactory.
They went down to the dungeon and saw even more faults. Whips hung on
hooks meant for canes, ropes hung on a rack but not colour coded, bench
not fully folded away. "This is appalling, do you call yourself a maid?
Hmmm, do you?" she spat, tryng hard not to laugh when she saw his
crestfallen face.
He stuttered a reply, apologising, and looked miserable. "I've been
watching you, spending too much time in front of mirrors admiring
yourself, and not enough time working. Well its not good enough, and I
can see we need to encourage you. Now get upstairs, shower, and report
back to me naked. And in case you don't understand how cross I am, bend
over this chair immediately. Chris rushed to obey and bent over the back
of the chair. Arabella lifted his skirts and petticoat, and pinned them
to his back. She then picked up a wooden paddle and gave him 6 whacks
without stopping. He squealed and cried out in surprise as much as in
pain. She then unpinned his skirts and told him to get out of her sight,
and clean herself up.
The effect of this punishment on Chris rather subdued his desire to look
pretty, and he grudgingly went upstairs and stripped naked, regretting
having to remove his satin undies. He got in the shower, and enjoyed the
hot water coursing down his body. Suddenly the shower door whipped open
and Arabella was standing watching him. "Turn it off, sissy, the water is
going all over the floor." He turned the shower off. "Step outside and
stand still," she commanded. She then snapped a pair of handcuffs on his
wrists and hooked them onto a rope which dangled from a ceiling hook. He
had to stand on tiptoes. She then took a tube of hair remover and spread
it all over his body. "I'll be back in 15 minutes, and I expect you to
have devised a full apology for your poor work this afternoon." She left
him dangling, and went to prepare his evening uniform.
It was thirty minutes before she returned, and the ointment was getting
very itchy. She unhooked the handcuffs and removed them. She pushed him
back in the shower and told him to wash himself clean of the ointment
and his ugly body hair. He did so, and finally stood, naked, pink and
hairless as a baby. Even his pubic hair had gone, but not the hair on his
head. That would have been a step too far. "Now, Christobel, apologise
for your poor housework". He took a deep breath. "I'm ever so sorry,
Mistress, for not getting stuff clean enough, and promise to try harder."
And just as he finished, a flash of clarity came to him. He didn't have
to do housework, he could just walk out of the house and go home. Is that
what he wanted to do? But his brain kicked in. He was stark naked, and
couldn't walk out like this, he needed clothes, pretty clothes, yes, that
would make it easier to get out....
Arabella inspected him, running her hands down his legs and arms and
nodding in approval. He felt himself immediately begin to erect, and she
noticed and grasped his hardening penis. This accelerated the growth of
his dick, and made him fear that he might cum in her hand. Perhaps he
didn't need to go home straightaway, he thought. "Now sweetheart, its
time that I introduce you to your evening wear. If you are a good boy, I
will finish off this massage later this evening, but there are things to
be done before then. Do you promise to be a good boy, or do I need to
take additional measures?" Chris was dizzy from the residual effects of
the drug she had given him earlier, and his mind told him to trust her,
especially the promise to finish him off by hand. That would be
lovely.... And going home would be boring. So he let her lead him by his
dick down stairs and into the lounge. He was stark naked, and felt very
vulnerable. She motioned him to sit on the chaise longue, and she sat on
her side facing him. His eyes were drawn inevitably to her bosom, the
deep cleavage pushing through her silk blouse, with the crystal pendant
nestling there. She lifted the chain over her head and dangled the
crystal before his eyes, and his gaze immediately began to follow the
stone. Arabella was pleased that he was taking to the hypnosis so
quickly, and put it down to her amazing skill (no modesty for this girl,
she believed in herself!).
When she was satisfied he was in a deep trance, she began to talk to him.
"Tonight you will become my gimp. Your name will be whimp the gimp, and
you will always obey commends addressed to whimp. You will love to wear
rubber, you will beg to be turned into a pathetic servant, a skivvy who
does as he is told, a rubber maid. You will dress as I command, you will
be incapable of undressing once you are in your rubber uniform, you will
plead for rubber dresses and corsets. You will beg to be caged so you
cannot play with that tiny little dick that hangs between your legs. You
will become my submissive, and assist in my client work, doing everything
you are ordered to without argument. This role will last all evening
until I decide it ceases, and then you will be returned to your pink
sissy house maid duties. Your desire to be gimp will be triggered when I
say "grovel". You will end your gimp service when I say "time for
housemaid," and then you will desire to step back into your housemaid
role. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress," he replied from his deep
trance. She repeated the messages twice more before ending the session
with a satisfied "Done for now."
He blinked and looked about him. Why was he naked and sitting here?
Arabella stood and gave him a helping hand to stand. She led him down to
the dungeon, and turned to him. "Grovel," she hissed fiercely. He fell to
his knees and looked up at her beseechingly.
"What is it that you want, whimp?"
"Please Mistress, let me get dressed in rubber panties. And a rubber
dress pretty please?"
"Are you going to be a good boy this evening?" she inquired.
"Of course Mistress, I will do anything you say."
Well that was good enough, and she took him to the rubber cupboard. First
a pair of rubber panties, tight, with an open crotch at front and a
second aperture at the rear. She powdered his body and eased the panties
up his legs, snapping them in place round his waist. She reached into the
open crotch and pulled out his dick and balls, which were rapidly
expanding. Next came a rubber corset which she slid round his waist and
hand tightened it. He had asked for a dress as well, but that would just
get in the way.
She then cuffed his wrists and attached the cuff to a rope hanging from a
pulley on the ceiling. She hauled him up so he was standing on tiptoe,
and then applied her full strength to tightening his corset. He screamed
like a little girl as it closed like a vice round his stomach. She then
fitted a rubber hood over his head, fitted with flaps over eyes and ears,
and a rigid round aperture at the mouth, designed to take a variety of
gag options. Just a ball would do for now, she thought. She switched on
the hearing device in the hood, and clipped a microphone to her blouse,
so he could hear her.
She then lowered him to the floor and moved him to St Andrews Cross,
where she stood him facing the cross and strapped his wrists and ankles
in place, so he was spread eagled. She wanted to see what his pain
threshold was like, and how would react to different implements. She
rolled the top of his rubber panties down, exposing his bottom. Perfect,
a lovely unmarked pale pair of cheeks for her to create some artwork.
She began with a flogger, a multi thonged leather cat, which she was sure
he would manage without any fuss, and she was right, even when she used
it at full stretch, it produced only a small cry of pain, as the force
was spread over so may thongs. His bum had turned a nice even pale pink.
How appropriate since he loved that colour most of all.
She went on to the birch twigs, which created much more reaction, and the
sharp irregular sticks stung badly. He sounded like he was begging her to
stop, but she couldn't be sure. She removed his ball gag, and asked him
how the whimp was feeling. He replied truthfully. "My bums on fire,
please stop, Mistress."
"I'm sorry, whimp, I can't stop yet, I need to calibrate the cane and the
whip against the flogger and the birch, so we know how to choose
punishment in the future. You will manage, I'm sure, and just remember
after the pain comes the pleasure, as long as you behave well, and are
brave and tell me when it hurts too much."
She took up the whip, and placed one medium-paced stroke on his bum
cheeks. He squealed, partly in surprise, partly in pain. She laid on
three more strokes each getting harder, and his cries became more
intense, with him blubbering for her to stop after the fourth lash. She
believed him, she knew the whip was hard to take. Finally, she took the
cane. She knew this was the ultimate weapon in her armoury, and she
decided to just go for one stroke of maximum effort. She pulled her arm
back and laid the cane across his buttocks with a terrifying stroke, and
whimp howled with pain.
"Oh dear, did diddums whimp not like the cane? Well, its good that I know
that because if whimp is ever a naughty boy and disobeys Mistress badly,
then she will go straight for the cane, and she will beat him as hard as
she can. Just like that last stroke. Do we understand that, whimp?"
Whimp gabbled a heartfelt reply. "Oh yes, Mistress, never again, please,
I will do my best."
"Good whimpy, and now, so you know that pleasure can sometimes follow
pain, I am going to have a little game with your peenie." She unlocked
him from the cross ands led him, still blindfold, to the "examination
table". She laid him back on it, and strapped him across the arms and
chest, and then slid his ankles into stirrups. This table was straight
out of a gynaecologists office. She strapped his knees to the stirrup,
and wound them up so his legs were wide open, and his bottom raised off
the table. She lined his bottom up with a small aperture in the table,
and screwed a medium sized dildo into the aperture. She added some lube,
and then lowered him down onto the dildo, talking on a soft gentle voice.
"There we go sweet whimp, a nice friend for your rosy red bottom, she
said pressing down on his hips to aid the penetration of the plug past
his rosebud. It slid in neatly after some resistance.
So now he lay there, bound, blindfolded, but able to talk, listening for
her voice. She began by emphasising his role in life. "You are my gimp,
your name is whimp, and your dick is limp. But I would like your dick to
big and happy as a reward for helping me calibrate my punishment
equipment." She lightly caressed his dick, stroking it up and down and
watching it swell to several inches long - her whimp was no he-man. "You
will grow to like your friend up your bum, as well, he does lots of
interesting things," she promised, picking up a remote control. She went
through the usual cycle of low to high levels of vibration, variations in
pulsing, and the final programme was....Chris waited in expectation of a
super vibration... she pressed the button, and an electric shock hit him.
He lurched against his constraints, and his heart thudded from the
unexpected pain.
"See, you should always expect the unexpected with me. Isn't it a fun
toy?" She returned to his dick, and scooped up a pair of satin panties
and wrapped them round his dick. "Time for squirties," she giggled, and
her stroke rate went up, the plug pulsed and vibrated briskly in his bum,
and she measured her timing with the pulsing, and within twenty seconds
whimp was firing gobbets of cum out into the satin, and he was groaning
and wailing with pleasure.
"Now, did I promise you pleasure after the pain?" He nodded. "And was it
worth waiting for?" He nodded again. "So are we going to become a good
obedient gimp?" He nodded, and wished he could speak but the ball gag
just made him gibber. She slowly released him from the table, and eased
him up off his dildo. She bent him over the table, and told him to just
rest while she sorted stuff. She took a medium sized butt plug from the
cupboard and and lubricated its end and screwed it into his bum, until it
slid past his ring, which contracted and held the plug nicely in place.
"There, there, now, whimp, you're never alone with a butt plug, enjoy."
And she pulled his rubber panties back up, and slapped him playfully on
the bottom. "Oooh yes, and one last thing, your rubber dress, I know you
are dying to have a rubber dress to wear." And she brough a short-skirted
pretty little minidress out of the cupboard, and helped him step into it,
before she zipped it up . It was black with white rubber frills and
pretty rubber puff sleeves. "Mmmm, sooo pretty, my Angel whimp. Now we
have a little time to finish the housework and make this dungeon
presentable for tomorrow, and then we can go to bed."
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