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Two o'clock Robert found himself in the kitchen again, this time she was with him. On the kitchen table was crockery, old, expensive, bone china crockery. She was instructing him on what was required for tea with her visitor, how to lay the table in the conservatory and which table cloth and serviettes to use. Outside the window there was the sound of a vehicle driving into the back yard. The sound immediately made Robert stiffen, his heart was suddenly pounding, thinking about the two rough refuse men and their lorry. He heard the vehicle come to a stop, it sounded close to the back door, she didn't seem to notice anything, she was too busy taking out the appropriate cutlery. Robert heard footsteps and then the backdoor bell rang, it made him jump, he hadn't even realised that there was a backdoor bell. Miss Harries looked up, then looked at him. "Go on, what are you waiting for? Answer it." Robert hesitantly made his way down the corridor to the back door and nervously opened it, just a fraction as he hid behind it. Standing on the step was a man in a brown overall coat, in his hands was a large wooden tray covered with tissue paper, a hand written invoice pinned to it. "Order for Miss Harries." The man hardly looked at Robert, he seemed in a hurry. Robert opened the door fully. "Do you want me to bring it in for you love?" Robert blushed, god did he think he was a girl or something. "N,no its ok thank you." He mumbled. The man shrugged and passed the tray over to Robert, it was heavier than Robert had realised. "Got it, love?" Robert nodded, turning to bring it in to the kitchen, he wanted to get it onto the kitchen table before he dropped it. The man eyed his bottom as he walked away from him. "Tell her it's on her account, I'll come back for the tray on Monday love?" then with one last leering look, he reached in and closed the door. Robert slid the tray on to the table, glad to put it down, the sound of the van starting up and driving off, at least easing some of his nerves. She was smiling, as much as she was glad to see the things arrive for the afternoon tea, she was even more delighted to see the way the bakery delivery man had reacted to and treated Robert. Either he had really thought that Robert was a girl, or he liked the idea of seeing a little sissy boy, whatever, seeing Robert's embarrassing reactions was worth it. She lifted the tissue paper off the tray revealing an assortment of dainty cakes and sandwiches cut into small triangles, the bakery had done her proud. "Go and do as I told you Rosie, lay the table in the conservatory, make sure that the tablecloth is neat and tidy and everything is in its place." He headed off through the lounge and into the conservatory. The sun was shining brightly outside, it was making it hot in there and what with going back and for, to and from the kitchen, he was starting to perspire. She noticed and followed him to check what was going on. The table was laid neatly, my maid is learning, she thought, but she also saw how hot it was in the conservatory. It was ideal for her sexy afternoon's tea and chat, but she didn't want the cakes, clotted cream and milk to over-heat, so she decided that they would have to stay in the kitchen until they were needed. Robert had thought that after he had set up everything in the conservatory, then she wouldn't want him anymore and he could just leave her to it with her visitor. Perhaps he'd do a bit more in her study and go home without anybody else seeing him. That was not to be the case however. "In the cupboard you will find a serving stand, place the cakes and sandwiches neatly on it and leave it here in the kitchen until I tell you to bring it in." She went back into the hallway a second and returned with a little brass bell, showing it to him, she gave it a tinkle. "When I ring this bell, you will come into the conservatory to see what I want. Wait until I tell you when, before you bring these things in." She pointed at the items on the table. "In the meantime, I want them to stay here in the relative cool until they are needed. Do you understand Rosie?" Robert paled, he didn't think he would be actually waiting on her and her visitor. "Do you understand Rosie?" she raised her voice, an assertive dominant tone. He blushed, "Y,yes Mistress." He gave the stupid little curtsey again, every time he did it, it made him feel horribly humiliated. She looked him up and down. "You look an absolute mess," she made an obvious point of looking him over. "I will not have you show me up in front of my visitor." She pointed at his apron. "For a start, that apron is filthy, take it off at once and put it in your bag, you can wash it over the weekend." He trembled under her beratement and nervously removed the apron. Folding it carefully he slipped it into his little rucksack which he had left on one of the kitchen chairs. She watched him intently, continuing to look over him. It would not do, it just would not do, she wanted Jane to see what he was like and what he had on did nothing to show what she had seen in him. "Look at you, you're a shambles, how many days have you been wearing your blouse? This will never do, have you no thought as to your appearance?" Robert blushed, glancing down at himself, he did feel moist and sticky, he had worn the top for a few days now and the leggings were sticking to him. He had to admit, he didn't look clean and tidy, his mother would have been annoyed seeing him like that. He could almost hear her words now "You don't make any effort Bobbie, I can see I'll have to sort you out, you need a good spanking." Robert stood there looking down at his feet, contrite and embarrassed. Miss Harries, supressed a smile, a buzz of excitement flowing through her. "Hmm, I suppose I'll have to go and see what I can find for you to wear. Go and take off your blouse and leggings and go into the servant's toilet, use a flannel to freshen yourself up whilst I try and find something to make you more presentable." Robert trembled in nervous reluctance, yet he did as she said, leaving the blouse and leggings on the same chair as his rucksack. He washed carefully using the flannel to wipe away his perspiration before eventually returning to the kitchen, wearing only the baby blue panties. To say that he was feeling acutely embarrassed was to put it mildly. His heart was in his throat and his nerves were getting the better of him. A part of him thought that he should just quickly dress again and go, run for it, say sod the job, sod her, yet he didn't, he was too afraid of the consequences and instead he stood there waiting, in that state of extreme nerves. She took her time, she wanted to build up the tension, break down any thought of disobedience. She finally arrived back in the kitchen and she saw him standing there in only the baby blue panties, seeing his obviously agitated embarrassment. She noted the little hair on his body, easily removed for good, she thought to herself. Her eyes ravaging him in an obvious movement. His were down cast, the embarrassment eating into him, just as it used to do with his mother. "Hmm, have you used the flannel?" The dipped curtsey seemed even more stupid considering he was only wearing the panties. "Ys Mistress." He mumbled softly. "Good, here now use this." She held out a perfume aerosol. "Spray it all over yourself." Robert nervously took the canister and gave a little spray under his arms, as he was used to with his deodorant. "No, come along, spray it all over yourself, I said." Her voice was sharp and assertive, a flash of anger in her eyes. She made him spray it fully over his body, encouraging him to keep going until the flowery scent enclosed him in a perfumed cloud, clinging to his skin. "That's more like it, in future that is what I expect, I don't want a filthy sweaty smelling person in my house, you will use this as you have now and I will order more of it so that there will be no excuses, understand?" Robert stood there feeling odd, bathed in the perfume a weird submissive feeling developing inside him. "Ys Mistress." The silly knee dip making him feel even worse. She stared at him, supressing her feelings and keeping that haughty glare, "I should think so." A small handful of clothing was in her left hand and she deposited them on the table. All Robert could see was a few shiny items, the pile of clothing looked small...... too small. She picked up the top one. "Here put this on." It was another blouse, it was soft pink in colour and it was made out of some sort of shiny satin. It was worn a little like a shirt, buttoned up the front and it had a wide rounded collar. It was patently feminine with the pretty little buttons, which enforced its femininity only coming up so far, designed to leave the top in a wide open vee to show off the wearers cleavage. Robert took it from her in a mixture of horror and humiliation and he looked at her, appealing, pleading with his eyes. She stood tall, arrogant, prepared for this fight, that flash of anger flickering already. "You knew what I wanted Rosie and you were still willing to go ahead and take the job." Her words hung in the air. "You can choose now, either you put it on and do as you are told, or you walk out of that door!" She pulled an envelope stuffed with money out of her pocket and threw it on the table beside the clothes. "There's your wages for this week, you can keep your panties as part of your wages and you can put on your coat and go as you are." The silence was painful as she let her words sink in. "Or you can continue to work for me and do as you are told." Her stare was an aggressive threat. "Make a decision girl, I won't ask you again." Robert blushed brightly, he hated confrontation and his entire body was trembling, the blouse was still held in his hand and his head was throbbing. He needed the job, he needed the money, if he walked out, he'd have no benefits and no income. And all the time his mother was in the back of his mind, "Pull yourself together, it's only a shirt, behave and put it on." Quivering he slipped his arm into one sleave then the other, pulling it around him as he slowly buttoned it up. The material clung to him and once again the top part of his chest was bare, every bit of the blouse was screaming sissy. She nodded sternly. "That's more like it girl, now put these on." She picked up a pair of sheer tights from the little pile of clothing and handed them to him. His heart fluttered madly at the sight and when he took them from her, their touch sent rapturous memories through him. Thoughts once more of his mother, when she made him wear tights, he could hear her voice in his head even now. "You can only learn how a girl looks after her tights by wearing them yourself, you must learn how to put them on and not to ladder them. Treat them carefully, do what I tell you and do as you're told." Miss Harries was curious to see if Robert knew what to do with the tights and her suspicions were once more correct. She watched as he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, rolled the tights down to the toes, putting them on, one foot at a time and carefully unrolling them up his legs. That wasn't the first time he'd done that, she smirked to herself. She watched his every move eagle eyed and with growing excitement. Eventually he stood up once more, the tights neatly covering his bottom, the seam tidily central. Again, he could hardly look at her, yet for some obscure reason, which he couldn't explain, his little penis was tingling stupidly with the humiliation that was bubbling incessantly through him. "Good girl, now these." The next item was the same colour as his panties, baby blue and once more it was made from some sort of shiny material. He was terrified that it might be a skirt, that would be the ultimate shame and humiliation, but no. When he unfolded it, he could see that it was a pair of shorts, though perhaps the name shorts gave the wrong idea. It was a pair of hotpants and they appeared to be tiny. He glanced up at her again, just a quick submissive glance, the words unsaid, but she saw it, the flash of aggression unmistakable in her eyes, it gave him no room to plead with her. He gave in as he had given in many times with his mother and he bent, slipping his feet one at a time into the shorts. Pulling them up his legs, he realised that they were made from a pliable, shiny lycra, stretching elastically as he pulled them up and further up, over his hips. The material was almost growing translucent as it stretched, clinging to him, gripping every inch and tightly enclosing his tingling little penis imprisoning it in its tenacious grip. She could see the effect herself and see the effect it was having on him, she couldn't supress her gleeful contemptuous smile this time. He noticed it, memories once more of his mother flooding back, a smile she often used when she had made him dress. "Here, put on your clean apron girl." Miss Harries broke the screaming silence and handed him the tiny white satin half-moon, waist apron. It smacked of French maid without the rest of the uniform, though what he was wearing with it now, was enough to make him melt in submissive mortification. She smiled, her smile more of a leering smirk now. "Good girl, now turn around, give me a twirl, let me see you." Again, those words, it was like his mother all over again, yet, still blushing deeply, he slowly turned round in front of her. The sight made her moist, the hotpants clinging, showing all, teasing, yet not revealing, that tight bottom she could hardly wait to plunge herself into it, make him squirm, quiver, make him moan and beg. Her heartbeat increased and she had to almost shake herself to get her mind straight once more "There that will do for now." She sounded gruff. With that there was a loud ringing of the bell above the kitchen door, Robert jumped once more, in horrified surprise and looked up at it. "Ah, that will be my visitor, go and greet her and show her into the conservatory, tell her I will be with her shortly." Robert stood there a second, rooted to the ground, terrified of the impending humiliation. "What are you waiting for girl, get to it, chop, chop." So brash and fiercely assertive. Blushing madly, he almost tiptoed out into the hallway and down to the front door. Trembling, he took a deep breath, trying to persuade himself not to think about the way he was dressed and he opened the door, standing behind it as he did so, peeping around the edge. A middle aged woman was standing there, she wasn't as tall or as strongly built as Miss Harries but her face was sharp and hard looking. She looked straight at him expectantly, "Miss Harries is expecting me." Robert, nervily, fully opened the door, revealing himself as he did so, struggling to calm his nerves as he quietly greeted her. "Good afternoon, Miss, please come in." She came through the door into the hallway, all eyes on him, a wide mirthless smile on her face as she did so and he closed the door behind her, still trying his best to calm his nerves. "Please follow me, umm, Miss." She smirked as he led the way, her eyes raking over him, taking in his tightly covered bottom and the smooth silkiness of the sheer tights that were clinging to his legs. The only bit not right was the shoes, he was wearing sandals, it would have looked so much better if he was wearing heels, but she could understand Georgina's inferences immediately. The boy looked like a real sissy and that surprisingly excited her, but what excited her more, was what she had been thinking about since Georgina had spoken to her. The act of taking control of, dominating and feminising the little sissy, so he was trapped with no escape and then using her in ways that she had only ever fantasised about. Her heart was fluttering as she sat down at the neatly laid tea table. "Miss Harries will be with you shortly Miss." He mumbled and nervously left the room. He passed Miss Harries coming out of her study as he made his way back to the sanctuary of the kitchen. He thought that she virtually ignored him as he went, where as in reality she was feeling more and more excited looking at him, her fantasies too, escalating madly. Entering the conservatory Jane sprang up from her chair to meet her and they put their arms around each other in an embrace. Separating slightly, they looked into each other's faces, understanding each other's feelings without speaking and they kissed, their arms wrapping around each other once more in an almost lustful hug. They held their kiss for what seemed like forever before they separated their lips. "Ohh Miss Harries." Jane whispered, the excitement clear in her voice. Miss Harries smiled widely. "You like? Jane." "Oh my god yes." They both smiled enthusiastically, then Miss Harries gestured for Jane to sit again, she did so and Miss Harries followed suit. Sitting opposite her at the small round table she picked up the bell and winked at Jane, before she rang it, it tinkled sweetly, the sound filling the conservatory. In the kitchen, Robert was just pouring the hot water into the teapot when he heard the bell ringing, he put down the kettle and with his heart in his throat he gathered up all his courage and headed out down the corridor to go through the lounge and into the conservatory. "Yes Mistress?" he did the hateful little curtsey dip, blushing profusely as he did it. "Bring the tea in Rosie." She was so commanding, so assertive. "Yes Mistress." Again, the horrible embarrassing curtsey. Jane smirked as she watched him go. "See what I mean Jane?" Miss Harries spoke softly across the table and Jane nodded her head in agreement. Robert returned quickly with the teapot and milk jug on the tray, he slid the teapot onto the table and then placed the milk jug between them. "You can bring the rest in as well now." Miss Harries, seemed to just glance at him as she gave the order, hardly breaking her conversation with her visitor. Robert had no time to think and blush he just scurried off with his tray. In the kitchen he hurriedly loaded it with the tiered cake and sandwich stand, butter dish and individual clotted cream and conserve dishes. He had waited on his Mother and Mrs Thomas their neighbour, before, she had instructed him in front of her and berated him at any small error that he made. He remembered those lessons now, remembered how humiliated he had felt then. Now, however, If keeping his job meant that he had to wait on Miss Harries and her visitors, then he would have to try to do his best and do it without annoying her and embarrassing himself. If that was what she wanted, if it was a part of his job, then he would have to just learn to take it in his stride and do it. He just had to think of the money and how it will let him live his life in his little house, pay the bills without worrying and perhaps even learn to drive. Those ideas, brightened him up a little and almost forgetting what he was wearing, he headed back to the conservatory carrying the loaded tray, with a spring in his step. Having carefully placed the things on the table and poured out their tea, Robert returned to the kitchen to tidy things up, trying to come to terms with his appearance, calm himself because of it and watch the clock, hopefully he could go at five. At four thirty the little bell rang again, Robert took a deep breath and hurried back to the conservatory, at least he'd had an hour free from Miss Harries and her visitor. "You can clear the table girl and after you've done that, take a bottle of prosecco out of the drinks fridge and bring it here with the cocktail dish of morello cherries, cocktail sticks and two flutes. You should know where to find those. Now get along, hurry up." Robert gave the blushing curtsey again, the act such a humiliation, especially in front of that other woman and her smirk. "Ys Mistress." He mumbled. It took three trips with the tray for Robert to clear the table, they had since moved to the wicker chairs in front of the patio doors, sitting side by side chatting together, he was glad, at least he wasn't having to work around them. In the kitchen, to save time, he tidied things away as he brought them in, the dirty crockery piled in the sink ready for washing. Finding the prosecco and the accompanying bits took a little time, but eventually he was able to bring the loaded tray back through to them. She noticed him arriving, saw him wondering where to put the tray. "Put it on the coffee table here girl." She pointed at the long glass topped coffee table that was in front of them. Robert moved awkwardly, he didn't want the bottle or the glasses to fall over, but the coffee table was much lower than the round table that they had had their tea on. In the end he nervously bent down, gently slipping the tray onto the table. Both Jane and Miss Harries looked at his trembling rounded rump as he did so, seeing it tightly enclosed in the clinging shiny material of his hotpants, almost teasing them to react. Miss Harries' hand twitched, but she controlled herself, but Jane, sitting closer to the bending boy couldn't stop herself. The smack made Robert jump, stiffening and swiftly straightening up. Miss Harries chuckled. "That will be all girl." Robert looked stunned he didn't know what to say or how to react. "After you've cleared up in the kitchen you can go, this week's wages are on the kitchen table, make sure that you are here on time on Monday morning." And she reached out for the prosecco bottle. Robert calmed himself enough to say "Thank you Mistress." And then after a slight hesitation he gave the stupid curtsey again before he almost ran back to the kitchen. It only took him ten minutes to wash up their tea things, dry them and put them away in the cupboard, then he looked around for the leggings and the square necked blouse. They were nowhere to be seen! He began to get a little frantic, searching, he couldn't go home like this, oh my god he couldn't, he couldn't, he'd die of embarrassment, but they were gone, she had taken them away somewhere. In the end he remembered his joggers in the gatehouse and of course he did have his short coat, they would hide him, he thought. He took off the apron and picked up the envelope of money. Putting it in his little rucksack, he put on his coat, zipped it up to his neck and nervously headed out of the back door to his bike. It took him only a few minutes to get down the driveway to the gatehouse and he abandoned his bike outside the old door, heading in to get his joggers on and at least regain some sort of respectability. His heart beat soared as he saw the joggers were not on the table where he had left them, but then he noticed them on the floor, however something didn't look right. It didn't take long for him to discover the ripped pieces, the joggers were ruined, they were nothing more than a pile of old rags now, something had got in there and torn them apart. It left him in tears, what was he to do, how was he to get home dressed like that? A half an hour later he had managed to calm himself enough to make the decision, after all, he had no alternative, he couldn't just hide there indefinitely. He just had to get on his bike and get home as quickly as possible, and pray that no one would see him on the way. He cycled madly, cycled as he had never cycled before and all the time looking out for the man in his rusty van, looking out for anyone, his head down, doing his best to make himself invisible, doing his best not to be seen. A boy on a bike wearing tights and hotpants, the embarrassment was eating into him, his heart didn't stop pounding all the way home. He finally turned in through the garden gate, up past the garage and behind the little house, he'd made it, he hadn't been seen thank god. But he had. The old builder had parked up waiting, he'd been in the layby for half an hour eating sweets and exchanging sex chats on his mobile phone. The boy had excited him, he looked so fucking feminine and sexy, he looked like a real sissy and he urgently wanted to get his hands on him. Then he saw him pass, his head down and peddling as hard as he could, it made him smile as he pulled out to follow. Quickly he could see what Robert was wearing, he slid his hand down over his grubby trousers, between his legs, rubbing himself through them as he watched. Fuck yes. But he didn't stop him or call out to him, he had to think and he really needed to wank. He had to work out exactly how he was going to get his sissy without scaring him so much that he ran off, yes, he had to plan, to think, how to befriend him and then draw him in. Cycling along the road and turning in through his garden gate, Robert, only too glad to get home, didn't see Mrs Thomas looking out of her front window waiting to see him return. She was curious about where he was going each day and even more curious about the clothes that he wore when he left and what he wore when he came back. She was more than a little intrigued, frustrated and wanting to know more. Robert didn't see the fat builder in his van either, but she did, she saw him slow almost to a stop, watching, she saw the expression on his face and she chortled at the sight. Thank you, Rosemary Jones, thank you for bringing some excitement to my days, she murmured to herself. Jane sat down opposite Miss Harries, her eyes gleaming. "Tell me all, please Georgina." Miss Harries smiled back, unable to hide her excitement, where to start? She thought for a minute, then decided to start right at the beginning with the need for a cleaner and the job advertisement. She told Jane of her scepticism and then her intrigue at a young man applying for the post of a cleaner. She told her about the interview and how she had decided to test him by alluding to the need for a maid. She told her how she had asked him if he would be a maid and she described how he had agreed. Jane listened in fascination, Miss Harries was a brilliant story teller. Miss Harries carried on, telling her how it had all fascinated her and strangely excited her and as a result she had spent hours on line researching as much as she could about wimpy boys, that research led her to web sites and discussions about sissy's and then following a natural progression she came across the subject of forced feminisation. She told Jane how, when she had read about it the idea had excited her intensely. She explained that she was a naturally dominant and authoritative figure, though Jane knew this already, but apart from dealing with school children, she had only used her dominance on her various lesbian girlfriends. Frustratingly, those had often acted submissively at first, but it was just a silly game to them and as soon as her dominant fantasies had got too much for them then they had run off. Jane nodded her understanding. "I know what you mean Georgina." Miss Harries openly explained to Jane, that, what she wanted more than anything, was a submissive that wouldn't or couldn't run off, when faced with her increasing sexual fantasies. Jane nodded her head in agreement again, her eyes bright with hope. "I would never have thought that that submissive could be a man," Miss Harries continued unabated, that idea had never interested her anyway, men, yeuch! But now. She paused looking into Janes eyes, now the idea of having not a man but a sissy completely under her control, unable to escape and slowly force feminised. "Oh god how exciting." Gasped Jane "I want to turn her into my complete submissive, Jane, having to do whatever she is told. I have to admit, that the excitement of that fantasy is almost too much to bear." Jane's eyes were gleaming. "You've already got him looking and behaving like a sissy Georgina, what do you plan to do next?" Miss Harries calmed herself. "I wanted you to understand my feeling before I continue telling you what I have done so far Jane. I want to see if you have those same feelings?" Jane nodded her head vigorously, giving a breathless gasp. "Oh my goodness, Georgina." She took a breath, "Miss Harries, I have been excited about this since you alluded to it in the caf?. Miss Harries beamed, it was what she had hoped. "Then I will continue Jane." With that she told Jane about having him wear an apron and then went on to tell her about the feminine clothing that she had made him wear with it. She explained that the web site advice had said to take it slowly, but she was unsure. It seemed quite easy at the moment, he appeared naturally submissive and was accepting what he was told to do, why? "I have to find out more about his background Jane and I am convinced that his mother is key to that." "Well, you've arranged to meet his mother's friend, that Mrs Cotton, haven't you Georgina? Perhaps she will shed some light on things." "Hmm, yes, I'm meeting her on Sunday afternoon, but I'm not convinced that I will get the full story out of her. Is there no one else who knew his mother, Jane? Who else might she have confided in?" Jane sat thinking for a minute. "You don't think that he would tell you Georgina?" Miss Harries shook her head. Jane was deep in thought, then she thought of an idea. "Is there a neighbour?" Miss Harries' eyes widened. "I don't know, how can we find out?" "You have his address, Georgina?" Miss Harries nodded. "Yes, yes of course." Jane took out her mobile phone and loaded google maps, "What's the address?" Miss Harries told her and Jane slipped out of her seat to kneel by her, showing her the screen as she tapped in the address. It was like opening a curtain. He lived in a semi detached house! They noted the neighbour's address and then searched for a name and phone number. They found it, a Mrs Thomas and from the electoral register she was a sixty five year old widow with no children. Miss Harries looked at Jane. "Can you pay her a visit? I don't want to be seen near his house." Jane could see the glint of excitement in her eyes. "Of course, I'll make some sort of excuse and call to see her tomorrow, Georgina." They both smiled, it was the thrill of the chase and their adrenalin was running. "What are your plans then Miss Harries." Jane kneeled up and whispered in her ear. Miss Harries put her arm around her, "You know that I went to see my solicitor? Well, I made the little worm sign some forms for me." Jane listened intently, leaning in towards her. "A deed pole application for a change of name and the two applications for lasting power of attorney, both assets and health." Jane's eyes widened, a tingle growing between her legs. "Will he sign them?" Miss Harries looked into Jane's eyes with a cruel smile on her face. "Oh yes Jane, I'll make sure that he does." Jane couldn't help herself, she kissed her. "Are you staying with me tonight Jane?" Miss Harries spoke softly, their eyes glued to each other. "Yes Miss Harries." Jane's whisper was full of lust.