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Chapter I
i stood on Detroit Avenue for a few moments looking at the century home then
walked slowly up the narrow drive, it was a short walk of only thirty meters but
a journey back in time of over one hundred years.
The side door held a placard above the large wrought iron knocker that
read “servants and deliveries”, within moments the door was opened by a very
young red haired woman with a delightfully freckled face and dancing green eyes. She
wore a floor length maid’s dress made of black cotton with a pleated top and
pinched waist, but the uniform contained no apron and i knew this meant that she
was Head of House and someone to be reckoned with in the future. “Mistress
is expecting you,” she said, “wait here”, then left me standing in an
elegantly decorated foyer. The
floor was highly polished mahogany as was the beautifully detailed baseboards
and crown molding. A series of bright ornate mirrors lined the walls and
reflected the light from a huge crystal chandelier. “So much cleaning and polishing,” i thought, “the staff must be huge.”
i
studied the contents of a divine curio cabinet that featured a leaf and scroll
motif. The tempered glass shelves mirrored the beauty of the gem encrusted
porcelain eggs and intricately carved music boxes. “Someday
i’ll own beautiful feminine things too,” i told myself, not really
believing the lie.
i
examined two life size bronze statues of Greek origin, both genders were
wickedly naked. A
pretty boy with a small flaccid penis and rounded buttocks seemed to be cowering
before a taller woman that had a look of majesty about her. i looked closer and
could see that her nipples were erect and the lips of her sex swollen with
excitement by her power over the man.
i
understood completely. An
umbrella stand next to the door contained neither brolly nor parasol but instead
was filled with canes made from ash and willow and rattan. A
group of birches had been fashioned into a bundle and tied together with a red
velvet ribbon and the sight of it caused my hands to involuntary move to my
backside.
“No stranger to the rod, are you?”
i
turned to see the red haired woman approaching me.
i lowered my eyes sheepishly, “no Miss”. i still carried the stripes from a
recent public birching by the town’s Magistrate for an indiscretion with a
handsome sailor. “No,
none of us are,” she replied rubbing her own bottom and smiling at me. “Discipline is a way of life in this household, three strokes before breakfast, three more before bedtime. Were all the better for it.”
“Come along now.”
i
followed her down the long corridor past a series of hand painted urns filled
with flowers, pedestals holding bowls of fresh fruit, and a series of Amaris
candleholders. “It’s
all so elegant,” i said, and she replied, “it all pales next to the Mistress.”
Then opened a large set of double doors. Louise
sat in front of a cherry wood roll top desk peering at my application through
small gold spectacles that rested on the front of a small perfect nose. i was
unprepared for such beauty, poise, and utter femininity.
The
Mistress was
dressed in a rust colored afternoon gown decorated with black satin and accented
with steel buckles. The bodice had a high collar, a large front yoke, and
sensible ¾ length sleeves that wouldn’t interfere with Her work. i could see
the dress was heavily boned in the custom of the day yet could tell this was a
feminine figure that required no shaping or corsetry.
She
modestly crossed a
leg allowing the long skirt to settle against two graceful ankles and looked
into my eyes. “Sadly
in need of direction aren’t you?” She
asked in a voice as soothing as velvet.
i
knew my life had changed forever. Chapter
II “This
household is dedicated to the celebration of female values and founded upon a
traditional sense of discipline and polite formality that i find is sadly absent
in the world today.”
She
spoke with a quiet authority and i leaned forward from my seat, anxious to hear
every word. “i
understand from your application that you have come to grips with your
submissive nature and now you’re convinced that yours should be a life of
servitude and feminization?” “Oh
yes, Miss,” i replied. “Your reputation is unparalleled and i’ve been told that only You are capable of the transformation i crave.” “i
dream of being a dainty and demure maid. Most of all Miss, i want to serve
Your
every need”. “This
is a huge undertaking,” She mused. “Vain and silly gurls like you think only about fussing with your garters, smoothing your stockings, and having your pretty manicured toes stuffed into dangerous high heels. But there is far more!” “It would require a disciplined approach to grooming, attire, and deportment.
There would have to be a program of constant discipline to punish disobedience
and failure.”
“Are
you gurl enough to experience such demanding training?” “Are you gurl enough to earn your knickers?”
i
answered with every bit of feminine guile i could muster by tossing my head,
fluttering my eyes, smiling demurely and suggestively. “Oui
Mademoiselle,” i answered in my best feminine contralto. “i’ve
been working for months already. my body is tanned and shaved completely smooth.
i douche every morning, work on my posture, voice, and walk. i really really
think i can make You proud.”
Mistress
Louise handed me a large stack of papers then rang a small golden bell that
summoned the red head once more.
“Agnes, please show our visitor to the Reflection Room.”
She
turned to me. “Read and understand every sentence of that contract. If you commitment there is no turning back.” “i can make every fantasy come true for you, i can make you beautiful.” As i followed Agnes out of the room Louise added, “And you’ll suffer dearly for your beauty."
Her
haunting laugh followed me all the way down the hall. Chapter
III Agnes
led me down the hall and into a luxurious dressing room and bath filled with
wonderful smells from potpourri placed in small china bowls. When she lifted the hem of her long skirt she exposed a pair
of open leg cotton knickers that allowed me an immodest look at her charms. She
had a plump freckled derriere with a delightfully wide cleft that gave me a
fleeting view of a little pink treasure and the pouting lips of her sex. Agnes
sat demurely on the commode, pressed her knees together, and in a divine and
feminine act passed her water with such an erotic musical tinkling that my male
member rose inside my trousers.
She laughed at me. “Never seen a woman pee before, have you sissy?” Then
reaching out with her hand she slapped my crotch where a small tent had formed
sending the offensive member fleeing into hiding. “None of that sissy,” she added, “Not in this household.” “Point that just once at the Mistress and She’ll snip it off. Now get undressed, freshen up as needed, and enter the Reflection Room through the door to your right.”
i
quickly undressed, hung my clothing up and took the seat that Agnes had just
occupied.
i mimicked her every move, pressed my knees together, folded my hands on my lap,
sat straight and perfectly still. The tinkling sound i made was thrilling. “i’ll
never stand like an animal again,” i said to myself, and then moved over to a
freshening bidet to enjoy its tickling waters while i examined the room. The
fixtures were all sparkling gold and the porcelain shined gleaming white. Large
oval shaped mirrors hung above the sinks and again in front of dressing tables
filled with womanly scents and various colored pigments.
i
patted myself dry and took hold of a large puff covered with a heavenly powder
that smelled like gardenias and dusted everywhere, even between my legs although
i felt naughty doing it. “Show
Mademoiselle how pretty you can be,” i challenged myself, and began coloring my
lips, cheeks, and eyes. On
the other side of the two way mirror Mistress Louise was watching and giving
orders to Agnes. “There
are birches pickling in brine in the cellar Agnes, fetch me two bundles of very
limber branches. Limber enough to wrap around our guests buttocks and bite
deeply into hur soft skin.” Chapter
IV
i
pushed open the door that Agnes had indicated and entered the Reflection Room.
Obviously it had originally been built to be a ballroom. The room was
fully thirty feet square with ceilings twelve feet from the floor Every inch of
wall was covered with shiny reflective mirrors that picked up the illumination
from thousands of candles scattered throughout. When i closed the door i
realized that it was a hidden entrance and guessed that other rooms led off
behind other mirrors. In
the middle of the room i dropped to my knees, spread out the contract in my
hands, and lowered my head to the floor to read. The position with head lowered
and hindquarters raised seemed such a natural one for me to adopt. Page
one was a simple definition of who was defined as Mistress, and who as maid. Page two listed the rights of those entering into the contract;
Mistress
infinite, maid non-existent. Page three contained a list of duties starting with
the most menial distasteful tasks and escalating gradually to those of
“personal maid”, that servant who would assist Mistress at bath.
i
went on to a large list of requirements that included the duty of maid to report
bad behavior and weakness in character to Mistress, and a listing of
items that constituted breach of contract by maid. It didn’t surprise me
that after that page a list of training and discipline followed that included
corseting, bondage, and of course a variety of spankings and birching that would
ensure that a disobedient and contrite maid slept with a very sore derriere. Then
a description of uniforms was given with minute detail to their proper wear and
care. i turned over the last sheet just as a door opened and Louise entered the
room.
i
rose to my knees to enjoy Her beauty and was again awed by the vision of
femininity that entered. In
place of Her afternoon gown, the Mistress now wore an evening frock woven from
ivory silk. It was high necked, long sleeved, and floor length. i looked into
Her smiling face then lowered my eyes to Her bosom that was unconfined by
foundation garments.
She
had small exquisitely shaped breasts that tilted upwards to heaven in such a
manner that i almost expected to see an angel arrive to kiss Her plump nipples.
Louise
walked slowly to a corner vase and i followed the Feminine sway of Her hips and
the dance of Her ample, perfect posteriors.
She leaned forward with Her back towards me and adjusted Her stockings.
It was a bold and suggestive move that caused my mind to hallucinate like a
madman.
i
envisioned gently curved calves and dimpled knees. Stockings held taunt with
satin garters and thighs that demanded to be kissed.
i shook myself hard to break the spell. i couldn’t go farther. My manhood had
betrayed me and i knew that if i had one thought of the temple between Her
legs, that i would be wracked with orgasm.
She
removed a blood-red rose with an outrageously long stem from the corner vase and
approached me slowly with measured steps that echoed off the marble floor. Louise raised the flower to Her nose and breathed in the
heavenly scent, the flickering candles made the flowers thorns appear as sharp
and deadly as barbed wire.
“Have you made a decision sissy?”
“Will you surrender to me for the remainder of your days?” Chapter
V
She
walked towards me very slowly and allowed my greedy eyes to graciously enjoy Her
every curve.
Louise
didn’t stop until the fabric of the dress She wore was so close to my nostrils
that i could breathe in a jasmine scent. i could almost feel the warmth and
softness of Her body. What
a voluptuous seduction!
She
lowered the stem of the flower to my chest and slowly moved it up and down so
that the thorns pricked my flesh. In the garden i would have squealed like a
stuck pig, here i just trembled. “What
will it be sissy?” She asked while dragging the stem over my nipples. my moans
pleased Her. “Here
you can wrap yourself in an atmosphere of serenity and refinement,” She
said, then added, “as well as silks and satins.”
i
slowly picked up the pen and leaned forward in that same submissive position
that i had adopted in reading the document. The gesture wasn’t lost of Louise.
She
again lowered the stem of the flower, this time between the halves of my
derriere at the softest, most tend part of my body.
i
could feel my breathing quicken so that i feared i would swoon. my chest
heaved and my thighs shook with fear as the long stem was pulled upward
millimeter by agonizing millimeter till the first thorn reached my anus.
my
body responded with a humiliating pucker that betrayed my sexuality.
i recalled reading Her ad again as i had done over and over in my mind so
many times: “Beautiful,
sophisticated, and refined Dominant Lady is in need of a sincere sissy to
perform household duties and personal services. Applicant should be docile, able
to follow instructions, and have a passion for all things feminine. Devoted
cross dressers with domestic skills will be given highest consideration.
Discipline is practiced in My household. Submit
your application....................................................”
my hand trembled as i wrote. “i
fully understand and willingly accept this contract and all its provisions.
i will dedicate and devote my life to Mistress and willingly accept any
punishment that She finds necessary.”
maid fancy
Louise
turned Her back to me, “good gurl,” She said, “Now kiss My Derriere as a
symbols of your submission to Me and all Womankind.”
my
lips lightly touched each half of Her heavenly posteriors and She
moved quickly to the door without looking back.
“Do what you must do fancy, then report to Agnes.”
my
body began to shake again. my image was reflected back at me in all the mirrors,
little red rivulets dotting me wherever the thorns had punctured the skin.
Her scent filled my nostrils, my lips ached to kiss Her bottom again.
i
moved my hand between my legs unnecessarily. i was already trembling with
orgasm! Chapter
VI The
small staff was housed in a dormitory type room on the third floor. Both the
cook, a Dane named Ursula, and the downstairs maid, a Brazilian called Rikki
were gurls in training. The upstairs maid named Claire was a real girl from
Wales with blond hair and pure white skin. And
of course there was Agnes as Head of House who visited our quarters that first
night of my indenture to deliver the aforementioned “three” that blessed the
beginning and the end of our everyday. “Watch
and learn quickly fancypants,” she instructed as Ursula took hold of the hem of
hur nightdress, lifted it waist high, then assumed that position so well known
to naughty boys and girls in public schools. Agnes
undid the one button fastening, and spread apart the cotton fabric of hur
knickers exposing a generous bottom. “Ouch.” “Ouch.” “Ouch.”
i
at once found myself entranced at the pageantry. i would learn that discipline
was always administered with an uncompromising style and grace that reflected
the character of our lovely Mistress. Of
course that didn’t mean it stung any less. Rikki
shrieked and Claire yelped in their turn, and i, wanting to impress everyone
with my character, gritted my teeth and
remained silent although the cuts bit into my skin like a hot poker. Agnes
yanked me up and stood with her face inches from mine. “i give my daily report to Mistress following this exchange every night,” she said, “And if She doesn’t hear your pretty little voice responding to the cane, I’ll receive six rather than three.”
“Can a little tramp such as you understand that?”
i
was so scared i almost peed.
i
nodded in the affirmative, gathered up my hem, took position, and had no
difficulty this time letting Mistress Louise know that Agnes had done her
job properly. Agnes
took careful aim and delivered each cut on precisely the same spot as the first
three strokes bringing red welts quickly to the surface and causing me to wail
like i’ve never wailed before! “you’ll sleep on your tummy tonight, won’t you miss, and you’ve learned a good lesson." “Now,
hold your gown up,” She ordered.
i
was locked into a chastity device that sealed my fate and altered my gender
forever. She spun me round, and gave each half of my behind a resounding
slap. “Off to bed with you maid fancy.” i
ran off with my gown still up at my waist while everyone giggled at the sight of
the chubby pink cheeks of my posterior bouncing across the room. How
humiliating! my
bottom hurt so much and i felt such shame that i just wanted to cry. Then
Ursula and Rikki joined me in the big warm bed. “There, there darling, don’t cry. Rikki will make everything better.”
She
applied a cooling salve to my scalded hind quarters with soft, beautifully
manicured little hands that brought a soothing relief to my tortured buttocks. The
ointment was cooling and her skillful hands were soft.
i
did feel better.
Her
slippery middle finger explored deeper and deeper.
i
felt a lot better. Then
we heard three yelps and we all realized that Louise had decorated Agnes’s
freckled buttocks with the same pink lines that adorned our behinds We
all giggled and snuggled closer. Chapter
VII
i
was assisted by the other gurls the next morning with my makeup and dress. Under our uniforms we wore simple cotton undergarments: a
chemise, a corset, high-waisted knickers that gathered at the knee, and dark
stockings with elastic garters. Ursula
helped with my corset, “Take hold of the mantle dear,” she instructed, then
began pulling the laces tighter and tighter. “We’ll
nip your waist three inches today,” she said laughing while i gasped for air.
“Five days of each week we wear simple figure enhancing garments such as this
one,” she added. The
corset was fashioned from heavy white cotton with thirty eyelets in the back and
pulled tightly together with a pretty, yet stout lace. “For the remaining days of the week Mistress had ordered disciplinary corsets with lots of boning. i daresay you’ll be taken in four and half inches on those days and will have difficulty breathing in the beginning.” i
moaned at the thought and even in the simple corset had a good deal of
difficulty taking position when Agnes came to apply our morning three.
After the swish and thwack and the expected yelps and squeals Agnes said,
“Mistress is waiting for inspection, follow me.” We
walked single file into Her study, curtsied politely, then lined up in the
middle of the room.
Louise
looked radiant and i noticed the outline of Her body was imprinted on the ivory
satin bed sheets. i stifled a potent urge that told me to bury my face in the
sheet to feel Her warmth and enjoy Her scent. She
walked perfunctorily from staff to staff with little comment except to note that
Claire had a spot on her apron and indeed instead of supper, would receive a
spanking from Agnes. i soon found out this little pageant was an almost nightly
occurrence. That
morning Louise found my appearance acceptable with only a small criticism on my
posture. She ordered Agnes to prepare me and i was again bent over fearing
another three. But
Mistress had another remedy in mind. “Steady
gurl,” She warned, “Get a good grip on your ankles.” Louise slipped
Her
tiny hand into a rubber glove, gathered up a scoop of lard, and commenced to
grease my most intimate area. Then with one mighty push a thick black rubber
plug was inserted, stretching and widening me with such a delightful fullness
that i sighed. A
pretty pink ribbon was wrapped around my waist, pulled between my legs and then
brought back up again to my waist where it was tied snugly into a pretty bow
securing the intruding missile. The effect was dramatic.
i
stood straighter and taller, my shoulders moved back, i could feel my spine arch
pushing my bottom up. As i followed Agnes out of the room that morning i
experienced a gentle frigging from the plug and just had to smile. If this
was discipline, i wanted more! Chapter
VIII The
doorbell rang and i peered out the window to see a handsome Studebaker motor car
with a uniformed chauffeur on the curb. The
shingle outside Her house read simply: Ms.
Louise D. Guidance, Counseling, Education with no letters of degree
following Her name, yet.
i
observed by that first day’s activity that the lovely Louise was engaged
in a prosperous enterprise. There was obviously a large population of handsome
young men that had a need for a confessor, and Louise was perfectly
suited for the role. They
came to talk of their darkest secrets and most twisted perversions, then begged
for absolution that She granted after decreeing and carryout out their penance. As
staff we entered all rooms at any time to perform our duties of the day and so i
had the opportunity to observe any
number of very famous and very powerful men being scolded and spanked on their
bare bottoms like naughty little boys. It was in that sumptuous environment of
beauty and discipline that i began my new life and my new gender. ....................................................................................................................................
i
quickly fell in love with the atmosphere She had created. The
household shouted with the essence of Victorian charm, understated elegance, and
the subtle character of a bygone era. It was the perfect setting for a gurl like
me with a passion for service. Naturally
my first few months of training were dreadfully difficult. Not only was i to
learn all the skills and duties of a competent staff member, but also acquire
those charms and graces that separates the feminine from the masculine. Agnes
supervised my every moment and even gave permission to Rikki and Ursula to
correct my errors. These corrections were usually just a reminding swat on the
buttocks that something was awry. More
formal disciplines were administered by Mistress Louise Herself usually thrice
weekly after digesting the copious notes that Agnes provided to Her concerning
my progress and my failures.
my
first suppertime punishment came only a few days into my indenture when during
inspection Mistress noted my stockings were not properly gartered. For
fully forty minutes while staff ate that night i stood in the corner of the
kitchen with my hands clasped behind my neck and my skirts pinned up at the
waist while all the other gurls giggled at my position. When
Louise arrived and announced that discipline should commence, i apologized to
everyone for my carelessness and proclaimed that a sloppy gurl such as I
deserved no less than a thorough spanking.
i
turned to face Louise but kept my eyes respectfully lowered.
“Could You find it in Your kind Heart to give me a thrashing Mistress?” Where
upon Mistress produced a paddle fashioned from highly polished Maplewood and
took me over her lap. Louise began lecturing me while spreading wide my
knickers, and continued scolding during the entire exercise. In ten minutes
i
was paddled a brilliant pink. It
was a singular experience from two perspectives. For
one, i daresay my stockings have never drooped since. Secondly
it was indescribably erotic. i felt quite comfortable over Her knee and reached
down to steady myself by taking hold of Her dainty ankle. i buried my face in
the hem of Her dress and breathed in deeply
those heavenly scents that always surrounded Her. Then as i could feel my
derriere swell from the assault, i also felt a swelling in that area so expertly
fettered with my chastity device. The
union, that day, of Her Dominance and my utter submission to Her made that the
most romantic moment of my life! .................................................................................................................. So
now dear reader you understand the sumptuous environment and that enlightening
form of education under which i learned my trade. As
the months went by i became good at my job and highly skilled at affecting the
feminine demeanor! The newspapers began writing about the elegant High Teas and decadent pasties served everyday at the house that was quickly christened “Le Studio.” Jane
came from city hall, and Ramona from the broadcast station, along with all the
other “power” women from town. They came to seek Her advise, enjoy Her
company, and of course be properly pampered by the household staff.
i
observed in this assemblage of powerful women a select few who came more often
and seemed quite excited at the prospect of observing a whipping. Still others
whispered quietly to Mistress, lingered after the crowd had dispersed,
then joined Her in the boudoir. It
would of course be inappropriate to make assumptions about those activities that
may, or may not have occurred in that scented room between those beautiful and
powerful women. But
there was not a staff member unaware that within that room demands were
made....... and met. ............................................................................................................................. The
whole staff worked with a new enthusiasm and we proudly created an ambiance of
opulence, refinement and serenity.
i
personally supervised decorating every room with a different fresh flower daily
so that Mistress could be led to the drawing room by the scent of roses,
the bath by lilacs, and so on with every room in the house. We
knew Mistress was pleased when She began rewarding us with appreciative pats and
little hugs, but of course we still went to bed with sore bottoms! Then
one day She asked me a question of such intimacy and candor that i felt both
elated and fearful.
i
was at that moment kneeling on the floor with a gaily decorated porcelain bowl
filled with warm sudsy water about to bathe Her feet in preparation for a
pedicure. “fancy dear,” She said, “do you think of Me as a Lusty Woman?”
i
boldly answered having learned that Louise preferred a gurl that was honest and
straightforward. “Oui
Mademoiselle,” i replied. “i
have watched Your breathing quicken and Your bosom rise and have guessed that
nature frequently visits You with an “itch” that requires a good scratching.
i have seen Your passions boiling close to the surface.” “And when have you observed this phenomenon?” “Most
often Mistress when You’ve delivered a good spanking to one of the handsome
young men who seek Your counseling. i see it when Agnes or another staff member
has been caned and even as i myself am being birched i sense a tension in You
and pray my suffering is bringing You pleasure.” “What
an acute intuition you’ve developed dear, what advice would a gurl like you
deliver to hur Mistress”? Even
though i knew the consequences there existed one and only one answer. “Swing
harder Mademoiselle, choose only well-pickled birches or stout canes.
Don’t stop until the Your fires are extinguished. Then sleep soundly
and i’ll waken You with hot tea and warm biscuits.” “But what of the poor submissive,” She queried, “a whipping provoked by the passion that you suggest would surely leave their backsides scalded and burning for a fortnight.” my voice trembled, “There is no greater joy for a submissive than to bring gratification to their Mistress,” i said, “It is our duty and our destiny.” Chapter
IX On
the fifth day following that momentous conversation at precisely 8:00 PM in the
evening Agnes entered my room as i sat darning a pair of my stockings and bade
me to follow her. We
walked to a seldom used back stairway and descended three flights of well worn
but highly polished wooden stairs into what surely must have been the bowels of
the building. There was a long dark damp corridor lined with bamboo cages no
more than 4 ½ feet square and held together with strong hemp. i could hear
scratching sounds from the animals or men housed in those cages. Agnes unlocked
a door and we entered a room that sent a chill up my spine. In
its center sat a large wooden cube that appeared to have been whittled from the
truck of a large tree. The top of the cube was beveled at a downward angle so
that one’s head would be lower than one’s buttocks when leaning over the
device and this geometry left no doubt in my mind about the purpose of my visit.
i gathered up the hem of my skirt and took position without a word being spoken
while Agnes secured my waist with a wide brown leather strap then tethered both
my thighs to the device with similar yet narrower straps. She unbuttoned my
knickers and spread wide the fabric. The cool basement air sent a shock to my
naked hindquarters.
i
wondered why Agnes had failed to tether my arms till she handed me a small
pillow made of silk brocade. In
addition to Her passion for the rod our Mistress had a darker fetish that
i had
been introduced to during the very first week of my indenture and i remembered
well biting down on a similar pillow with another tucked under my tummy.
i
was left tethered in that vulnerable position clutching my little pillow
wondering whether my glowing Mistress would take me before or after the
beating. i buried my face into it pretending it was a pair of Her
knickers while my heart thumped with fear and anticipation. The creaky door opened and i heard myself whisper, “Please be vicious.” Chapter
X During
that hours wait my eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness and the dim light
from the candles to such a degree that i was able to enjoy every inch of Her
with my eyes and that night Louise arrived wearing only red silk knickers and
shiny black ankle length boots. i knew immediately that She was a descendent of
Venus or Aphrodite. i knew that She was indeed a Goddess.
Her
glowing tawny skin had an incredible luster and was stretched tightly over tiny
perfectly shaped shoulders. Each
small exquisitely sculpted breast jutted out with arrogance to proudly present
lovely apricot colored nipples.
She
walked to me and performed a flawless pirouette. “Reaffirm your submission to ME.”
my
lips moved forward as they did that very first night but instead of fragrant
fabric they now touch skin so velvety and taunt as to defy the imagination. i
kissed each buttock then boldly moved deeper till my tongue brushed Her
anus and anointed it with a warm tickling bath. Louise sighed. “Shall
we begin,” She asked, almost as though i was sharing in the decision. The
bundles of birch that had been prepared in advance were spring fresh and covered
with nettles. i don’t think i began to scream until the floor was covered with
the shattered twigs from the first bunch, but scream i did after that through
another bundle and half.
my
rump was burning, steaming, the branches cut and scraped, left little welts and
marks from hip to hip. She stopped for just a moment and kneaded the
flesh hard, squeezed each cheek while i winced. She laughed and continued
the thrashing. This
room, unlike most in “Le Studio” had no mirrors. i closed my eyes tightly
evoking an image of Her that is imprinted in my mind to this day. Her taunt body
was lathered with perspiration; a demonic smile covered Her beautiful face, and
those sweet breasts dancing erotically with every stroke. She held the birch
firmly in Her right hand while Her left hand danced at Her crotch.
i
arched hard further presenting my buttocks and as the whipping continued
stunning Louise made other-world sounds that i had never heard before.
Grunts and purrs, coos and snarls, that echoed throughout the room between each
swish and thwack. At
some point my memory begins to fade and i can’t say what happened for i
feinted or swooned. i only recall Her growling like a panther, feeling the warm
trickle of blood on my thighs, and waking up in my bed two days later.
i’d
slept for fully twenty four hours afterward and was nursed by sweet Rikki with
her healing salve. Claire came hourly with cold compresses and darling Ursula
fed me her superb chicken soup. Even Agnes sat with me and read from a leather
bound novel. During
those hours i remember experiencing the most surrealistic sensuous dreams of my
life, only comparable to those episodes that can be evoked by a visit to the
opium dens in China Town. In
one i vaguely remember Louise talking to a colleague: “maid
fancy’s perfect,” She said, “i’ll never let her go. Never.” ................................................................................................................................ Epilogue
i
watched the pretty young man in the foyer closely. He had finally sculpted cheek
bones, full naturally red lips, and round little buttocks. When he examined the
umbrella stand his hand went back instinctively to cup the cheeks of his
derriere.
“No stranger to the rod, are you?” i asked.
He lowered his eyes sheepishly, “no miss.” “No,
none of us are,” i replied smiling and rubbing my own bottom. “Discipline
is a way of life in this household, three strokes before breakfast, three more
before bedtime. Were all the better for it.” i enjoyed mimicking the words
Agnes had used so many years ago. “Come along now.” He
followed me down the long corridor past a series of hand painted urns filled
with flowers, pedestals holding bowls of fresh fruit, and a series of Amaris
candleholders. “It’s
all so elegant,” he said, and i replied, “it all pales next to the Mistress,”
then i opened a large set of double doors.
i
turned and began a walk to the parlor with the memory of my first meeting with
Louise bringing a tear to my eye that i quickly stifled. On
my way i witnessed a new gurl named Bebe who was busy polishing the furniture.
She was moving at a snail’s pace so i lifted her skirts and blessed each of
her cubby posteriors with a good slap. “Show some enthusiasm,” i scolded, “You’re in the service of Mistress Louise D. There are few gurls as lucky as we!”
i
continued my march down the corridor, being Head of House can be so demanding,
and such fun! The
End This
is a work of fiction and except for Mistress Louise and maid fancy all the other
characters depicted here are the product of the author’s imagination. This
work was created solely for the amusement of Mistress
Louise D. and
is the property of MLD
Press, LLC, a
wholly owned subsidiary of MLD
Productions, Inc.
Anyone
who reproduces any or part of this work without the expressed and written
consent of its owner will be subject to possible fine, imprisonment, or a jolly
good thrashing.
i
dedicate this work to Mistress
Louise D. who
has inspired me with Her
beauty, Her power, and Her
understanding. And
to my sorority of sisters worldwide who enjoy nothing more than groveling at a
Women’s feet in pretty feminine clothing.
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