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He awoke to the sound of the alarm and struggling to get himself going he
had his breakfast wearing his baggy tee shirt, nightie like. It was
chilly that early in the day and the only dressing gown that he possessed
was a Disney thing that his mother had bought him from a charity shop. It
was meant for a young girl, but she had insisted that he wore it and
thanked her for it, she was adamant that he needed it to keep warm. He
wore it now, as if by habbit, over his baggy tee shirt, as he had when
she was alive, he had never been able to argue with her, her commands
were somehow still instilled within him.
After showering he struggled for an age with the blouse, his fingers
groping and slipping as he tried to do the buttons up behind his back. Of
all things the ones at the back of the collar were the worst and in the
end he had to give up on them. With the blouse tucked into his trousers
and the jacket zipped up over it, he was ready, five minutes later than
the day before. He cycled hard to catch up with his delay and arrived at
the back door of the mansion at ten to eight. Once again the sound of
the barking, aggressive sounding dogs unnerved him, but this time he
hurriedly opened the door and went in to the corridor.
To his surprise she was in the kitchen as if waiting for him, but for a
moment he didn't realise that it was her. She was wearing tight black
trousers, they looked like jodhpurs, with knee high black riding boots,
on top she wore a white shirt, in a man's style, buttoned down the front,
with a grey tweed jacket over it. In her hand were two dog leads, one a
chocker chain and one a wide leather leash, she was looking at him
arrogantly.
It took Robert a minute to take in her appearance and to find his voice
"Uhh, good morning Mistress."
Her reply was curt. "Yes, good morning Rosie, I am going out with the
dogs, I've left a list of today's jobs on the kitchen table."
Robert answered as he took his coat off and changed his shoes for the
slippers that were where he had left them.
"Yes Mistress."
She watched him delighted that he was doing as he had been told and was
wearing the blouse she'd made him wear the afternoon before, then she
noticed the collar.
"You haven't put on your blouse properly; I will not stand slovenly
behaviour." Her voice was suddenly aggressive.
Robert blushed. "I, I'm sorry Mistress, I, I couldn't do it right up."
"Then you should ask for my help as soon as you come in, do I have to
dress you? It seems I do! Now come here and bring your apron with you."
He did as he was told, as she dumped the dog leads on the kitchen table
and in seconds the blouse was once more fastened tightly around his neck,
then tugging it up around his waist, she pulled it out of his trousers.
Did she mean to smooth it down at the front, to rub her hand over his
nipples as she did so? He quivered at her touch, blushing profusely, the
blouse now prettily resting outside his trousers and covering his
waistband.
"Hand me your apron."
He gave it to her and she noticed the quiver in his hand as he did so,
she didn't supress her smirk this time, a little humiliation would do the
sissy good, she thought as she pulled the apron's ribbons tight behind
his back again.
"From now on, every morning you will present yourself to me for
inspection and if there is anything you have been unable to do you will
ask me for help doing it, do you understand?"
He nodded, almost bowing, nervously, he hated being told off. "Yes
Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress."
She noted his reaction, she felt elated, in full control of this
submissive sissy, it made her feel more determined to push him further.
"In future, you will bend your knees and dip your body, holding the hem
of your apron and lifting it slightly as you say 'Yes Mistress',
understand Rosie?"
She was desperate to call him girl, but she knew that, that would have to
wait until she had reeled him further in.
"Do it now, show me."
Robert was trembling all over, the action was alien to him and he knew
that it was demeaning and effeminate, but he was terrified of annoying
her, it was more than his job was worth and he needed this job more than
anything.
He bobbed in his best attempt at a curtsey, lifting the hem of his apron
as he did so, the "Yes Mistress." A barely audible whisper.
She openly smiled, a smug smile. "That?s better, you will improve with
practice Rosie. Now get on with your work, I will be going out again as
soon as I have finished with the animals and I probably won?t be back
until five o?clock. You will wait until I return before you leave,
understand?"
She finished with a question to test his curtseyed response. For a second
he almost nodded instead, but with a hasty change, he did his best to
dip, holding the hem of his apron once more.
"Yes Mistress."
She picked up the leads and without a backward glance, though her
adrenalin was pumping through her veins, she walked arrogantly out of the
back door.
He watched her go, nervous that she would return, outside he heard her
shouting, a powerful aggressive shout, calling the dogs for quiet, which
they immediately seemed to. He was still trembling from the altercation
with her, his heart pounding at the sound of her distant voice. Oh my god
she is such a hard frightening lady, he thought, yet he at no time did he
consider resigning from the job, that thought never crossed his mind. He
looked around the kitchen. The worksurface was once again piled with
dirty dishes from her meal the previous night and from her breakfast that
morning, a pair of pink rubber gloves were by the sink, which she had
obviously placed there ready for him. Without further thought, he put
them on and began his day?s work, concentrating on the tasks ahead of
him. She arrived back by mid morning, she looked hot and sweaty, her
boots muddy. She hung the leads on one of the hooks in the corridor and
walked into the kitchen without a care. Pulling out a kitchen chair, she
swivelled it around and sat on it.
"Help me take my boots off Rosie."
It was an order, barked by her, no please or thank you. She held up her
right boot and Robert hurried around from the sink bending to try and
pull it off her.
"No, you can?t do it like that you silly thing, get on your knees and
grip it properly."
Robert dropped to his knees and she smirked at the immediacy of his
reaction. He put his hand around her heel and pulled gently.
"Harder girl, harder."
Robert didn?t take in the word girl, it didn?t register, not until he was
going to bed that night did he remember and think. He tugged hard and the
boot slid down leaving him sitting on his bottom with a bump.
"Come along, now the other, I haven?t got all day."
Robert knelt back up again and heaved her other boot off, the smooth
black leather cool against his hand as he pulled on it. Once more he
plonked onto his bottom as the boot came free. She immediately stretched
her foot out as if to ease it, resting it on his apron clad lap, her heel
pushing against his groin as she stretched. He gasped at her thrust
against his most intimate part, then she stood looking down at him still
sitting there on the floor her boot in his hand.
"Clean my boots after you?ve done your work, Rosie."
Was all she said as she looked down at him. She knew exactly what she had
done to him, known how she had demeaned him and she smiled to herself, oh
yes, she was going to own this little subby, she couldn?t wait for the
things she had already planned for him. A half an hour later she had
showered and changed and she was gone, slamming the front door behind her
before she drove off in her big car.
The rest of the day was fairly straightforward, he was glad to be alone,
but he found it difficult to relax because he kept thinking of what had
happened that morning, but he tried his best to concentrate on the job,
slowly working his way through her list. All the work was downstairs,
after finishing the kitchen, he had to vacuum the hall again, then the
sitting room, the vast lounge, it was as big as the total ground floor of
his house and of course the huge dining room. The study wasn?t on the
list and when he tried the door, he found that it was locked, it
frustrated him a little, he wished he could go in there, he wasn?t sure
why, it just seemed like the bastion of her world somehow.
He took little more than a half an hour for lunch, he didn?t plan it that
way, it was just that sitting eating his sandwiches doing nothing seemed
wrong, it was probably due to the indoctrination of his mother, she used
to lecture him, a person doing nothing is a lazy person, she used to say,
keeping him on the go all the time.
After lunch the vacuuming was followed by dusting and polishing, he took
his time, being extra careful, terrified that he might break something.
He had finished by quarter to five and she still hadn?t arrived back. It
was then that he remembered her boots, glancing at his watch he rushed
back into the kitchen and out to where he had left them in the corridor.
The mud had dried which was something. He searched in the cupboards for
shoe polish and brushes and eventually found them in the cupboard at the
end of the corridor. Sitting on the floor there in the corridor he
started, first brushing the mud off them, then using a leather cleaner to
wipe them clean before polishing them. As he did so he slid his hand
inside them, the action made him remember, imagining her legs encased in
them, remembering kneeling there, looking up at her. For some crazy
reason that he couldn?t explain he suddenly wanted to actually put the
boots on, wondering what they felt like. With a fluttering heart and
listening carefully for her return, he slipped one of his slippers off
and began to slide his foot down into one of the boots. Insanely his
little penis, for it was small and quite underdeveloped, unbeknown to
him, his mother had seen to that, began to tingle stupidly. He pushed his
foot into the boot a little further, his heart pounding now, terrified
that she would catch him, yet feeling a feeling such as he had never felt
before. He was almost swooning as he pushed his foot deeper into the boot
when he heard the front door being unlocked. In a mortal panic he
immediately struggled out of the boot, luckily it came off quite easily
and in near terror he got his slipper back on and jumped up, almost
running out into the hallway to greet her. Almost panting in his exertion
he did his best to take a deep breath and stand primly, waiting for the
door to open.
"Good afternoon Mistress." He did his best to do the curtsey she demanded
as he spoke.
She put down her several crammed shopping bags and looked at him,
pleased, but suspicious. "Have you finished Rosie?"
"Yes Mistress."
He did the curtsey again and she noted that. Such a sissy, she couldn?t
wait to get him in a skirt so that he could feel the heat of her hand on
his bottom.
She took her time looking around the rooms to check on his work, but in
reality she knew exactly what he had been doing. The almost hidden CCTV
was in every room including the kitchen and hallway, it was primarily
there as an intruder alarm, every movement was recorded and the system
was linked to her mobile phone. By accessing the ap, she could view each
room in turn to see what was happening when she was out. The one upstairs
in her ex?s bedroom had been a particular favourite there she had watched
her ex in bondage, submissively struggling not knowing when she would
return to set her free. She would be using that again of course, she
smiled to herself at that thought.
"And my boots, did you clean them Rosie?"
Robert curtseyed yet again, he didn?t want her to have any reason to
dismiss him. "Yes Mistress."
He showed her and she grunted her satisfaction.
"Have you any short sleeved shirts Rosie?
Robert thought for a few moments. "Umm, I have tee shirts Mistress." He
said.
"I asked about short sleeved shirts Rosie." She sounded stern.
"Umm, no, I, I don?t think so Mistress. I, umm, do you think my shirt and
jumper is dry now Mistress?"
She ignored his question, yet she turned and walked back through the
kitchen, into the hallway and up the stairs, he was confused, but
hopeful. A few moments later she returned, but instead of his shirt and
jumper in her hand she had a bundle of peach coloured material.
"Wash out your blouse tonight and wear this one tomorrow. Remember what I
expect and make sure that you are here on time."
With that she ushered him towards the back door, pulling the bow on his
apron loose as he went. He slipped it off, unable to think of anything to
say, hung it up, swopped slippers for shoes, put on his coat and with the
peach item in his rucksack he found himself back on his bike. It had been
a curious day indeed, he was tired, but that would be another hundred
pounds in his bank account and hopefully another gold star. He tried to
forget the boots affair, but there was a nervous confused feeling that
flittered inside him and more confusing still a tingling arousal that was
flirting with his mind.
Getting home, he changed his clothes and wearing his baggy tee shirt and
Disney dressing gown once more, he tried to relax and settle, focussing
on making his supper. Inside the cupboard where the rice and seasonings
were kept, he immediately noticed the rows of pots of tablets that his
mother had made him take. A new delivery was still arriving monthly from
some sort of supplier she had and which he hadn?t been able to locate to
stop. She had been insistent about them, he couldn?t argue with her, not
that he ever would. She said that they would do him good and that they
were some sort of vitamins, he couldn?t remember the names she had said
and the pots were not labelled, only colour coded. He had kept on taking
them for a month or so after her passing, but without her there to
permanently remind him, he had lapsed. He looked at the rows of the three
different coloured pots now, perhaps that was why he was feeling so
nervy, he thought, she must have been right all the time. She had been
insistent and well, Mummy knew best, didn?t she? He could almost hear her
voice now. He took one pot of each colour out of the cupboard and put
them on the kitchen table with a resolve, he?d better start taking them
again, after all she had ordered them for his health and well being,
hadn?t she? He opened all three and shook out a tablet from each, he
remembered that they were supposed to be taken once a day, but he?d
missed for a few months, so he?d better build them up again, perhaps once
every morning and once every night. With that thought he swallowed the
three tablets with a glass full of water, remembering what she had always
said, drink plenty of water when you take them.
Finishing cooking his supper and with the TV on as a distraction, he ate,
doing his best to put the job and the events so far that week, out of his
mind. He succeeded in part, perhaps the pills made him relax, certainly a
tiredness soon overcame him. However, when he plodded up the stairs to
bed, much earlier than usual, he was, much to his bewilderment, once
again drawn as if by magnet to his mother?s closed bedroom door. The
thought of the contents of those drawers gnawed at his very soul, it was
almost too much to bear. For some reason, which he couldn?t think or
explain, it seemed that the job with Miss Harries had kicked off feelings
which he hoped had died with his mother.
Miss Harries ate her dinner in the study sitting at her desk, a glass of
wine to one side, the computer to the other. At first she had examined
the CCTV recordings, she watched herself as he kneeled pulling off her
boots, her hand straying between her legs for a moment as she did so. She
more or less skimmed through the rest of the recordings, it seemed like
he was being a busy little cleaner, she smiled as she watched him work,
her mind on overdrive. The recordings became mundane however, there is
only so much watching someone clean that you can do and she fast
forwarded the video. She saw him try her study door, that wasn?t on the
cleaning list, but it suggested that he was curious about the room, she
would leave it unlocked and set him a little trap next time, she thought.
Nearing the end of the recordings she watched him appear in the kitchen,
then go out to the back corridor. She was confused by his intentions for
a moment, then remembered that she?d told him to clean her boots and so
he did, but what was this, what was happening. She carefully watched and
rewound, watching again, studying his body language, a close up of his
face as he slipped his foot into her boot. She could see the hidden
excitement and it excited her in turn, perhaps she wouldn?t wait long
before she got him into a skirt after all.
Over the rest of her evening she slowly drank the bottle of wine as she
researched and chatted on the internet. Advice was coming at her from
various sources, others seemed almost as excited and enthusiastic as her.
Eventually she ordered on line, the maid?s uniform, together with a
selection of different underwear and with a variety of toys that had been
suggested by her new online friends. Without realising it she had been
masturbating off and on all the while as she planned and chatted, she
couldn?t wait, yet she knew she had to. Contrary to suggestions that were
being offered, she knew that a slow subjugation, a slow yet forceful
persuasion would groom him so that he would never be able to escape from
her control.
It was getting late and she knew it was time that she usually retired to
bed. She closed the chats and the feminisation sites that she had been
glued to, but still sipping her wine, she realised that she wasn?t tired
enough, her brain was still on overdrive. It was then that she thought
about researching him, or to be exact, his mother. There was something
there in his background that intrigued her and she was determined to find
out what it was. The internet didn?t reveal much about her, though in
fact what she did find was odd. When she had dug deeper following up on
his mother?s name, clicking on it brought her to a link which, when she
followed, kept jumping to a sissy and forced feminisation site. At first,
she felt a little frustrated thinking that it was caused by her own
browsing history, but then when she compared the site to the ones she had
been looking at previously, she realised that it was very different. In
fact, she hadn?t found this site before, it didn?t come up on any of her
usual browsers and it seemed hidden from her normal searches. She
wondered, her intrigue deepening, this forced feminisation site had a
series of tabs across the top with different headings, one of which lead
to a whole section on hormones and included an order link with
recommendations, she hadn?t seen that before! She studied the tabs
carefully, reading their suggested contents and she discovered that one
of the main tabs particularly dealt with the subject of mothers and their
sons!
It all set her mind racing, she knew she would have to find out more. She
saved the link to the website and went back to trying to find out more
about his mother, she drew a blank, only coming across a short obituary
following her passing. Well at least it gave her full name, her age and
her address, that was a start. It was gone midnight when she sent the
email to an old acquaintance, she was a retired doctor who had worked in
the local hospital. She asked her to find out anything she could about
the woman, whatever it costed, she wanted to know all her history
including any gossip that she could dig up. Miss Harries had an inkling,
but she needed to prove that she was right.
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