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I am a bi-sexual crossdresser with experience in understanding both ends of the lash and the fine line between pleasure and pain. As a submissive I enjoy the role of a sissy maid, whether it be housework or being in bondage to serve a Master or a Mistress as they deem my service necessary. My mouth, my body their's to use...or abuse. I am also a writer of erotica, short stories dealing with dominance and submission. If you would care to read one of my works simply ask. If there is a fantasy you would like brought to life on paper, send me a message and i will try to do so for you. Hope to hear from you soon.











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12/9/2011 5:15:01 AM

The voice at the other end of the phone brought a smile to my face. Very few knew my secret, it wasn’t something that came up in polite conversation. Luckily one of those who did know favored a facet of the scene which drew me in like a moth to a flame. As I answered the phone, I heard Lisa say, “Hey, I think I might have something that you would find of interest. Mind if I come over tonight and discuss it with you?”

I was always happy to see Lisa. She was a curvaceous blonde, with sparkling blue eyes who embraced life to the fullest. She came in the door, a wide smile on her face as she took my hand, leading me to the couch where we sat down.

“Mistress Candy asked me about you today.” I couldn’t help it, my eyes opening wide as she laughed saying, “She’s thinking about throwing a party next weekend and wants some specialized toys for her guests. She asked me if I might know anyone and your name happened to come up.”

Lisa’s Mistress was very well known amongst the darker side of BDSM. Her parties were the story of legend but she had never shown any interest in someone like me to my knowledge. I tried to keep my voice level as I asked, “May I ask what you spoke of Lisa?”

I could see the look in her eyes, the mischievousness, as she toyed with me saying, “I’m not sure my Mistress would like me divulging our conversations with a slave such as yourself, hun. I’m not sure that would be in good form.” The look on my face must have resembled a puppy who had been swatted with a rolled up newspaper and she couldn’t help but laugh when she said, “I told her you’re a CD, a submissive sissy maid who enjoys her role very much.”

I couldn’t help it, I felt myself blushing like a schoolgirl as she grinned, my eyes instinctively lowering. I almost jumped out of my seat again when the phone rang for a second time that night. Lisa looked at me innocently saying, “Now, I wonder who that could be?” My eyes must have grown as round as saucers. I was frozen to the spot knowing she was up to something. She shook her head, getting up and answered it. “Samuels residence, who may I say is calling?”

It was like watching a light switch being turned on, her eyes immediately cast downward, her voice turning softer saying “Yes Mistress, he, I mean she is here”, as she handed me the phone and I picked it up like it might possibly bite me.

“Hello?” My voice actually quivering when I heard an unfamiliar voice on the other end begin to speak.

“I believe you know to whom you are speaking gurl, so I suggest that you not only mind your manners but remember your place.” It didn’t sound like a reply was necessary as she continued, “I will be holding a get together of quite a few people who will be joining me for an evening of, shall we say, debauchery a week from tonight. The girl who is there with you now told me of you, and on her word I am inviting you to come and serve as a maid for that evening. If what she has told me about you is found to be untrue, the circumstances shall prove to be costly not only to you to, but to her as well. Do I make myself clear?”

I tried to speak, I truly did but the words wouldn’t pass my lips. “The proper response is either Yes Miss or Yes M’lady. You do not wear my collar as that little slut sitting next to you does. You do not have the right to call me Mistress…yet.” With that the phone went dead and I turned to Lisa, a look of horror tinged with fear in my eyes.

As funny as it sounds, I put my head between my legs, finding it very difficult to breath. I felt a cold compress on my neck. Lisa was standing over me, her voice no longer as playful as before. “What did she say to you?”

I managed to gain my composure and repeated the conversation. Lisa’s smile turned into a nervous frown as she said, “That means if you fail I fail and we both will be…” the answer hanging in the air when I finally found my voice.

“Perhaps it would be best if I were to call her, to thank her for the opportunity and say that I’m not able to attend?”

“No! You do that and not only will you never have a chance like this again, I’ll find myself down in the catacombs.” She paused, her face turning pale. “I went there once, I never want to go there again.” Lisa was visibly shaking, my mind running wild with the thought of what she had once experienced.

She looked at me, her voice a bit urgent as she said, “Do you trust me?” I must have looked confused as she repeated “Do you trust me Jonathan to do what I think is best for you?” I nodded and watched as she picked up the phone, dialing a number before walking into the next room. I could only hear a muted conversation and wondered what precisely was taking place.

When she returned, she was pacing, her eyes deep in thought. I went into the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. As I began to pour two glasses I heard a knock on the door and heard Lisa calling out she would get it. Lisa’s question still on my mind I went to see who it was. To my surprise a dark haired beauty walked in, hand in hand with my blonde friend. “Jessica this is Jonathan, my friend I spoke to you about on the phone.”

I held my hand out to the green eyed woman but she simply stood there, looking me over, her eyes taking me in as my hand slowly fell. I couldn’t help it, my eyes did the same. With that she walked over, moving in close, her mouth directly next to my ear, her breath warm and I shivered as she said, “I am a switch. Do you know what that means?” I nodded. “You are a sissy, correct?”

I looked at Lisa, knowing she had to have told my secret. Jessica took me by the throat, squeezing hard, getting my attention, her voice cold and strong. “When a better asks you a question you will answer, now answer me boy.”

She let go of my throat, my voice choking, sputtering forth, “Yes Miss.”

With that I got a smile, Jessica lifting my chin saying softly, “That’s what you need to do when a dominant asks you a question. You answer quickly, you speak succinctly and most importantly, you speak with respect.”

“Yes Miss.“ I turned with shaking hands offering the two wine glasses to each of the ladies. Jessica smiling at Lisa, shaking her head slowly.

“We have a lot of work to do.” Jessica handed her glass to Lisa, motioning toward the living room as the blonde obeyed immediately and without a word spoken. Then, the stranger in my home once again turned her attention to me.

“Lisa would not have called me if this were just a game. From what I’ve heard you’ve been simply playing to this point at being what you desire to be. This is real. You have to show me you know what you are doing, why you are doing it, what the consequences are.”

I felt my face flush with anger but she simply ignored me saying, “You have a choice. You can do one of three things. You can refuse the offer you’ve been given and in doing so doom yourself and poor Lisa will suffer dearly if you do so. Secondly you can present yourself as you currently are, fail miserably and once again Lisa will suffer though I’m sure you will feel Madame Candy’s wrath as well.”

With that she moved in close, standing directly in front of me, her eyes staring deeply into mine as I stood with fists clenched. “Or third, you can accept the fact that Lisa here obviously cares about you and wants you to succeed. She knows that I’m the one person who, given only one weeks time, can turn you into that which is required for the party and”, she paused, lowering her voice, “what you desire, most of all.”

I closed my eyes, my body shaking. “It’s okay to be who you are Jonathan“, she whispered, “the shame is in not being true to yourself. I can help you but you have to ask, you have to want this. Not Lisa, not me, you…have to want this.”

Sighing, I opened my eyes, looking at the dark haired woman whose face was kind, not judgmental, simply accepting. I fought to keep my voice straight, “Will you help me Jessica, please?”

The smile on her face lit up the room as she said in a mock stern voice, “That’s Mistress Jessica to you sissy”, as I lowered my eyes. She broke out in laughter and I couldn’t help but smile. She took my hand in hers, pulling me into the living room where Lisa was waiting.

“Okay, as I said, we have a lot of work ahead of us. Now you need to show Lisa and I what you have.” I must have blushed a bright shade of red because she said “No Jonathan, what you have to wear.” I ran up the stairs, once again their laughter following me and I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

It was a week later that I found myself in a car with the two women, sandwiched between them like a prisoner on the way to his, I guess I should say “her” execution. Both of them were dressed beautifully, though scantily as their Mistress had demanded of them. As for me, I was dressed as I normally did, a bit confused but neither girl was willing to discuss the matter, having said it was out of their hands.

We arrived early. Mistress Candy had issued a command that all of her slaves must pass muster by appearing before her. As we got out of the car, I garnered a few curious looks, dressed in a simple shirt and slacks, certainly out of style based on the others I saw. I felt Jessica take my left hand, Lisa my right pulling me up the stairs. Lisa whispered in my ear, “Take a deep breath Jonathan. Relax and remember your lessons. Jessica has trained you well, you’ll be fine.”

I wish I had her confidence. I certainly didn’t feel like I would be fine, disaster seemed to be right around the corner as we stepped into the main entryway. Before us was a long staircase. At the top, looking down upon us was the grand lady herself. Once we were all in our place, she began descending towards us we all fell to our knees. It took every amount of courage I had not to get up and run. Instead, I remembered what I had been told. Their Mistress stopped before us her eyes on me as I made sure my eyes were cast downward. ” Stand up, boy!”

“What is your name?”

I kept my voice calm, but spoke softly saying “My name is Jonathan, Miss.”

I stood there, the seconds passing when I heard “Present yourself to me, boy.”

This was my first real test. I kneeled as fluidly as I could, certainly not anywhere near the style or grace of the women who were on each side of me but I allowed my knees to slightly part, my hands palm down on my thighs, my back remaining straight and as always keeping my eyes to the ground.

I was rewarded with a single word, “Adequate.“ I remembered that I had been told by Jessica that any compliment from the lips of Mistress Candy was one to be treasured.

“Lisa, Jessica, rise, now.” The women did so, still maintaining their submissive poses as she said, “Both of you, look at me.” The two stunning creatures obeyed, keeping their gaze respectful as I knelt, listening. “Lisa, you told me that this individual has a desire, one that you assured me could be beneficial to my service this night. Do you understand the consequences of failure whether by you or by your charge?”

“Yes Mistress Candy, I do.”

She nodded before turning her attention to the dark haired woman, “Jessica, I have heard you have been tutoring this boy in the ways of service. Are you aware of the possible ramifications if the service is found unacceptable? If my guests are displeased in anyway? Two will not suffer, the number will be three.”

For Jessica, she had been brought into this challenge by her friend. By choosing to help us she had put herself into a very difficult situation, the literal rock and a hard place. But all I heard was, “Yes Mistress Candy, I am aware of all of that and I gladly welcome the challenge.” My heart swelled and for the first time I felt confident. Both my friend and this relative stranger believed in me and I was beginning to believe in myself.

I didn’t see it, the flash in the red haired woman’s eyes and the smile that played on her lips as she stepped closer to Jessica, her eyes locked into hers. The woman who had worked so diligently with me didn’t turn away, returning the stare as I heard the Mistress say, “One day that switch side of yours is going to come out at a very inappropriate time and you will pay dearly child.” With that Jessica finally let her eyes slowly fall.

“Rise boy.” I did so as the three of us stood before her when she began to speak. “You have two hours to make this happen. By instructing you that he was to be brought here precisely as you have done I have not made it easy for you. Now, you will go to the third guestroom on the right. I have left another set of instructions for my two slaves based on the information you have provided me with. Two hours from now we will see if you three will sing…or scream. You are dismissed.” With that, she turned her back to us, walking away.

We stood still until she disappeared from view and then you would have thought there was a sale at Bloomindales as we scampered up the stairs, moving quickly toward our destination. When Jessica opened the door, all three of us saw the dozens of boxes and items on the bed, and a single envelope waiting to be opened. I stayed back, letting the two women move to open it. Holding it between them they began to read.

“I’m sure you know how much I enjoy a challenge, especially when it’s two of my girls who are put to the test. If you’ve gotten this far I admire the faith you have in your student but I’m not going to make it easy for you. You will say nothing of this to him, not a word until you are finished and I come to the room. I have purchased everything you will need for him, you will find it all in the boxes and in the bath. I do not want a simple maid, I want a submissive sissy fetish maid, with appropriate makeup and I promise based on the clothing I have had made specifically for this event, your “gurl” will look the part. The clock…is ticking.”

The two women looked at one another and it was like watching a finely trained pair of soldiers as Jessica said to Lisa, “I’ll take the boxes, you take the bathroom. Jonathan, strip. Now!”

It was obvious the dominant had returned and I did as I was instructed, hearing Lisa call out, “Get your ass in here Jonathan, now!” I almost tripped over a pants leg, sprawling to the floor as I looked into the bathroom, the blonde holding up a pink bottle as I pulled my final bit of clothing off and she said, “Arms out, legs wide” and I obeyed as it all began.

It can only be described as a blur, being moved from one activity to the next. Both women shushing me every time I tried to ask a question. They simply shook their heads and put their fingers to their lips to show they only needed my silence. I finally accepted the inevitable. Strings were tugged, makeup applied, hair styled as the minutes passed, both women intent on their task. We all jumped when there was a knock on the door and a voice announced, “Mistress will be joining you in five minutes.”

My two hand maidens used every second of it, not even allowing me a glance of myself,, there was no time. Soon we heard the sound of heels approaching and both women grabbed me by the hand, pulling me to my feet as I balanced precariously on the heels of the shoes Madame Candy had purchased. The ones I had practiced in were nothing like what adorned my feet now. Both Jessica and Lisa barely got to their knees in time, their project standing between them as the door opened. All three of us held our breaths.

I felt her presence and inhaled her scent. “What is your name gurl?”

Keeping in mind how Jessica had taught me, my voice softened as I replied, “My name is Gabrielle Miss.”

A second or two passing, “Look at me Gabrielle.”

I slowly lifted my gaze as I saw what I swore was a woman trying to suppress a smile as she said, “Have you seen yourself in the mirror gurl?

“No Miss, I was instructed that honor of bestowing that gift was allowed only by you.”

“As it should be. Close your eyes Gabrielle.” She took me by the shoulders, walking slowly. I took careful steps, the stiletto’s on my feet locked on, insuring they would not come off until the time was appropriate. She led me across the room to the mirror, her hands still on my shoulders when she said, “You may open your eyes gurl.”

I did so and for a brief moment I thought I was looking at a picture, not into a mirror. The woman whose reflection I saw had an hourglass waist, courtesy of the heavily boned corset I wore. The maids outfit had been specially made, patent leather and lace, the skirt, petticoat and ruffled panties all easily seen. The stockings allowed quite an expanse of smooth, white alabaster skin to show above them. Black lace fingerless gloves, a matching lace choker with the single initial C on it. I was not collared but marked for at least this night.

My makeup for my eyes had been done in smoky, almost gothic like colors of grey, black and purple and my lips were colored a matching purple, outlined in black. I saw the sparkle in the woman’s eyes as she stood behind me, her hands roaming over the material as I blushed. She laughed saying, “Delightful, you are delightful little one.”

“Lisa, Jessica come to me.” Both girls rose, moving quickly as I heard her say, “For you there are three challenges you have to meet for my approval. You have successfully passed the first one. I would never have known this…this…” her head shaking in amazement when I saw the look in Jessica’s eyes and I took a deep breath.

My voice soft, almost a whisper, “Miss, may I please have permission to speak?” It was a calculated move, one we had discussed but I felt it was appropriate and luckily I received a nod as I tried to turn as elegantly as I could, moving smoothly to kneel before her, presenting myself before speaking again.

“I wish to express my thanks to you for all of the wonderful gifts you have bestowed upon me this evening. You have honored me by allowing me this chance. I pray in turn, I honor you this night, in my actions, in my words and in my service.” At this point as I bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on each of her heels, making sure not to leave a smudge.

For a moment there was nothing but silence and I feared my actions had been a breach of protocol but instead I heard her laughter ring out, as she turned to my two companions saying, “You two are just full of surprises.” They both smiled as well, though keeping their eyes lowered as she took her leave, her parting words, “To the kitchen with this wench, her second challenge awaits her there.”

After she left, I felt both hands reach down, helping me to my feet. I must have surprised them both when I pulled them in close, my voice visibly trembling as I said, “I thanked her but in reality, I was thanking you, both of you. Please, please know that.” I was rewarded with hugs as well, Lisa with her brilliant smile and Jessica looking like she was the proud mother of the prom queen.

It was Jessica who spoke saying, “You did beautifully Gabrielle, you handled yourself with grace and presence, I could not have been prouder of you.” I must have blushed again as Lisa giggled and Jessica just rolled her eyes before saying, “Just remember, Mistress is well known for her “challenges” and we’ve only completed the first one. We still have two chances remaining. Let’s see what’s in the kitchen.”

With that we moved to the door at the back of the room, a lift taking us down to the kitchen. What we saw surprised us all. Everyone in the room was male, all with their skins glistening, oiled down, bowties and nothing else. All of them were servers and it dawned on me that I was the only maid.

One of the men walked up saying, “You must be Gabrielle” as he bowed, presenting me with an envelope with the single initial G on it. I shyly smiled at him as I opened up the envelope, two blue pills inside, a single envelope saying, “You will take these without question and you will await the sound of the bell. At that time you will enter the hall alone and bring me the glass that I will use to propose a toast to start the festivities.”

I showed the note to the two girls who read it, shaking their heads, knowing my presentation would be tested and they would not be allowed near for support or to assist. I walked over to the sink, poured a flute of champagne down the drain, filling it with water, knowing I needed a clear head. I quickly took the two pills and waited. It didn’t take long. The sound of the bell rang out and I tried not to freeze. The tray was presented to me, the door opened and I walked out of the kitchen and into the hall.

The word she had used was debauchery and it was not a word she had been used lightly. The people who milled about were in various stages of dress and in some cases undress. There was leather, there was lace. There were Dominants and submissives. There was literally something for everyone but it was the lady who stood in the middle of the room, ringing the bell that drew everyone’s attention. I strode toward her, hearing, “Ah, here comes my new toy with my libation.”

I heard soft murmurs and whispers as I remembered my training, going smoothly to my knees, holding the glass up high, making sure though I kept my voice as feminine as I possibly could while being insured it was heard. “I pray this offering is as pleasing to your palate as my service is to your eyes Miss.” I held the drink high while kneeling, my eyes lowered. She took it, taking a sip when I heard.

“Rise little one.” I did so, keeping my eyes cast downward as she announced, “This is this dear gurl’s coming out party. I present to you…Gabrielle.” I felt the flush rise to my face, once again simply me being me, her laughter ringing out as she leaned in close, her voice in my ear saying, “You will follow behind me and then you will kneel beside me after I have sat.” With that she turned and I followed like an obedient pet, waiting on her to rest on her throne, kneeling on her right side, presenting myself, my eyes as always remaining to the floor when she announced, “Let the festivities begin!”

People then began to come forth, greeting their hostess as I would hear snippets of conversations, comments made, some of them causing me to blush anew. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Lisa and Jessica had been brought into the mix and it took all I had not to look their way and smile. Instead I remained in place, feeling the hand of their Mistress every once in awhile reach down, stroking my hair, touching my face while I made sure to remain still, accepting her touch as a gift she had bestowed upon me.

It was quite awhile later when I heard, “Gabrielle, look at me.” I raised my eyes, seeing the red haired beauty smile, her voice soft so that only I could hear her as she said, “If someone would have told me that such a transformation was possible I would have laughed at them. But I must admit, you and your friends have surprised me.” I didn’t hear a question, so I knew a response wasn’t necessary though I could not help but smile at the woman, the sincerity in her voice telling me that the words she spoke were true.

“The second challenge was met successfully. You served as well as many that have been in my care for more years than I can count. Now, the final challenge awaits and for it, we must reunite you with the two who have made this all possible for me and for you as well. You will rise, you will curtsey to me and you will join them. There is a final envelope awaiting the three of you which has just been delivered. Follow the instructions to the letter and this night will end well…for all of us.”

I had questions but I knew it would be useless to ask and it certainly would have been inappropriate. Instead, I rose as gracefully as I could, curtsied to the Lady and walked over to the staircase where Lisa and Jessica were waiting. Both of their faces showed a bit of confusion, Lisa holding the envelope that her Mistress had spoke of, whispering that she had been instructed that she was to be the only one to read it and that we should follow her lead or else the challenge would be considered a failure.

All three of us looked over at the red haired woman who sat regally, raising her glass our way. Lisa took a few steps up the staircase, opened the letter and began reading it. Both Jessica and I saw her face turn pale as her eyes opened wide, her fingers trembling causing the paper to flutter to the floor. Jessica started to speak but Lisa shook her head, her eyes pleading with her to remain quiet. The dark haired beauty curbed her tongue as we saw four men pull in a large, wrought iron four poster bed.

Once again you could hear the sound of the guests words slowly turn into quiet murmurs, wondering what might be about to transpire. I felt Lisa behind me, her voice quivering, below a whisper saying, “Trust me?” I didn’t allow my head to move, nor my lips to part as I felt her hand take mine, leading me out onto the floor. She tried to smile at me as she took me to the bed, her hand directing me to lie down. I did so carefully, moving so that my skirt remained in place. Two Madame Candy’s slaves attached shackles to my wrists, pulling them to the top two corners of the bed, the other two slaves shackled my ankles together.

With that Lisa turned, walking over to Jessica whose hand she took, my dark haired Trainer trying to keep her face neutral but I knew she was as lost as I was. She was brought out onto the floor, a soft gasp escaping her lips as a blindfold was placed over her eyes and then her hands were bound behind her as her scant costume was ripped from her body.

Lisa placed her hand between her companion’s legs. Another gasp, then a moan, her arousal already intense. It was then that her Mistress’s voice sounded out. “There is something you should all know about…Gabrielle.” I don’t know why but I knew what was coming, and I was afraid for Jessica it would prove to be a difficult, shall we say, “pill” to swallow.

She was forcibly lifted up, her legs forced apart. Lisa reached between my legs, the blue pills having worked their magic, my “clit” hard, swollen as I heard the level of conversation, the uproar begin as she was literally impaled on me. Her head snapped back as I filled her sex, mewling like a kitten as her body grew accustomed to the intrusion.

It was then that I saw two of the men advance upon Lisa, her eyes lowering as they blindfolded her. They bound her hands like her friends, her clothing soon lost as well as they lifted her over my face, forcing her to straddle me. I drank in her heavenly essence.

None of us was able to see as the two men took three sets of clamps, attaching them quickly to both of their nipples, their clits and most cruelly to each other. Whimpers and moans filled my ears as their bodies pulled against the torment, only tightening the clamps even more. Once we were set to her satisfaction Mistress announced, “Now, let the fun begin.“ She flipped a switch, the electrical current soaring through the silver chains and clamps, the two girls screaming as they began to frantically gyrate.

I was trying desperately to breath with Lisa’s sex pressed directly up against my mouth and nose. I feverishly began to try and give her pleasure to go along with the pain her body was enduring. I could feel Jessica moving up and down, seeking the same, knowing the drug that was in my body would insure the torment would not be short lived. Our dance was a macabre one, all of us puppets in the play that their Mistress had orchestrated and if we could have seen her, we would have seen the wicked smile on her face.

I felt it first. Jessica’s body gave in to the relentless desire which was coursing through her body, her scream animal like as her orgasm washed over her. It was only seconds later that I was given a choice to either drink or drown as Lisa joined her. Grinding down on my face, her delicious nectar flowing like a waterfall as these two amazing women provided those in attendance with quite a show, though it was not anywhere close to being over.

Screams of ecstasy were soon filled with cries of agony as one felt the flogger, the other the crop, their bodies being whipped harshly. The two men had been instructed that they would find themselves on the other end of those painful implements unless they forced the two helpless women to strain against their bonds, against the clamps, against their bodies even more. Both Lisa and Jessica would ride through one wave of an orgasm when another would begin and those in attendance watched in awe of the sexual frenzy on display before them.

Time lost all meaning, for all three of us as we were helpless pawns in the game, the crowning achievement to their wicked tormenters gala. Finally exhaustion took hold of the two women, their bodies slowly coming to a halt, their movements sluggish even as the lashes would fall almost unfeeling, their minds and bodies shutting down.

Mistress Candy signaled enough, switching off the current and the two men dropped their weapons. Our hostess strode onto the floor, first walking up to my dark haired Trainer, pulling the blindfold from her eyes. Eyes which had glazed over, the pain having taken her to places she had never been to before. “I told you that your switch tendencies would get you in trouble one day my dear”, as Jessica’s hands were freed, her body pulled over to rest pressed up against me.

From there she moved down to Lisa, the blindfold removed, the girls eyes bright, almost shining as Mistress smiled, knowing that Lisa was a pain slut and the gift she had been given was the greatest her owner could ever bestow. Her voice cracked as she whispered, “Thank you Mistress Candy, I am honored“, as her red haired owner put a finger to her lips, smiling at her as she too was freed, the two women now draped over me.

I felt a hand caress my cheek, my eyes looking up to see the woman who had made all this possible, the smile on her lips as she said, “Well, well Gabrielle, whatever shall you do for a encore little one?” I couldn’t help it, I did what I always did, I blushed as she laughed heartily and I wondered if this were the end…or simply the beginning.


11/23/2011 8:02:56 AM

I stood in front of the imposing door, my hands visibly shaking, my mind running rampant, my thoughts a jumble as I opened it. The front of the building had only the number of the business adorning it, no letters, no writing, nothing to indicate what it was. Now that I think back on it, I can understand why.

Walking in, there was a single desk, a very attractive woman sitting behind it. As she looked up she gave me a warm smile and for a brief moment I felt hope. “You must be Jonathan” as I simply nodded my head in reply, my eyes immediately looking downward. It was a motion not missed by the individual who had spoke as she smiled anew, picking up a phone while saying simply, “He’s here.”

She listened before a moment later putting down the phone then looking at me saying, “Mr. Charles will see you now.”

Once again I couldn’t trust my voice to speak as I looked at the door, suddenly unable to move from the spot as she stood up, walking slowly over to me. She lifted my chin, making my eyes look into hers as she said kindly, “He is strict but his bark is worse than his bite. Answer his questions truthfully, quickly and most importantly with respect. If you do that you will be fine. Now, go in there before we both get into trouble.”

What else could I do? I knocked gently, waited for permission and when I was bid to enter I did as I was asked. The man behind the desk was dressed in an obviously expensive hand tailored suit, his eyes remaining on the papers before him. The words on the pages which I quickly saw were those I had sent to “The Illusions”, outlining my desires and my wish for the lifetime which until now I had only dared dream of.

“The Illusions” was a mostly secret society of individuals who favored not only the BDSM lifestyle but a particular niche. A select group whose desires ran to what my nightly dreams were fueled by. I stopped before the desk, with no chair to sit in I stood, knowing well enough to simply curb my tongue until I was spoken to and a question that required my response was needed.

He continued to peruse the papers laid out before him before saying in a calm, confident voice, “I must admit, your words are passionate, your desire obvious, it is articulate, well thought out and speaks to the heart of your requirements.” I felt my spirits rise, the words spoken making me feel that perhaps there was an actual chance and then I heard, “It speaks about you but it says little about the requirements of your owner. If we are to train you and find you a position, it is their needs, not yours that truly matter.”

My excitement quickly turned to doubt, wondering how I could have possibly been so foolish. I once again simply felt my own natural personality take over, my eyes lowering. There was silence until I heard two words spoken rather harshly, “Present yourself”. I immediately dropped to my knees, slightly parting them, my hands palm down, my back straight and of course my head bowed. He walked slowly around the desk, stopping before me so that only his gleaming shoes were in my line of vision..

“The people who come to us do so with a very specific purchase in mind. The type of individual they require is a rarity, we only accept the very best, usually one in a hundred who requests an interview. Only one in ten actually find their way into a household, a contract binding them to their new owner or in some case owners.”

I listened, knowing I had come so far only to fail but instead heard, “You have rudimentary skills, you obviously have manners, you’ve kept your silence though I know you have many questions. It shows patience and patience is a rare trait. Now, lift your eyes to me boy.”

I obeyed, looking into a pair of steel gray eyes orbs as he stared at me, never blinking. I tried desperately not to lower my own until finally he said, “You obey even under my scrutiny, I see no challenge in your eyes, only acceptance of my dominance over you. You realize that under different circumstances that your owners preference over how you interact with your betters is his or hers to control. It is not as simple as you read in a book or see in a movie.”

Once again I saw no reason to reply, there really was no question, simply a statement as he continued. “You are older than most who I interview but I see something. You have more than a burning desire, you have a need which is worse than any addiction, drug or drink, a call to serve in a special way, do you not?”

I felt the tears fill my eyes but I managed to make my voice say softly, “Yes Milord, I do.”

With that I got a smile and for a brief moment in time I didn’t think my world could get any better, but I was wrong. “Lower your eyes pet.” I did as he walked back behind his desk, picking up the phone and I heard, “Kendra, will you step into my office please?”

A few seconds later I heard a familiar voice say, “Yes Mr. Charles?”

“Jonathan, stand and remove your clothing, now.”

I did so without hesitation, carefully folding each item of clothing until they were neatly stacked, standing as I felt the presence of the woman draw near. Her scent filled the air as the man said, “What do you think Ms. Anderson, are there possibilities?” I couldn’t help it, I shivered as her hand slowly caressed my shoulder, trailing down my back, over my cheeks. A soft moan escaped as she walked in front of me, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“The body is adequate, the legs are his best feature, his face is younger than his actual age. I think he could be molded into someone a client would find most enjoyable though he will need formal training and also will need to have his limits tested. Who are you thinking of to be his Trainer Mr. Charles?”

“Well, to be honest I was thinking of you.” I felt the beautiful woman come to a halt, just to the side of where I stood as she listened to him say, “I think it’s about time you showed me what you are capable of. You’re wasting your time behind that desk. I think you have it in you to be a Trainer, perhaps an exceptional one and it’s obvious the boy likes you.”

To my dismay my arousal was indeed evident as she walked in front of me, that same playful smile on her lips as she lifted my chin saying softly, “Is this true Jonathan? Do you…like me?” I couldn’t help it, the blush that I felt rise turned my face scarlet red as she laughed, reaching down, taking hold of me and without warning, squeezed the base of my cock as hard as she could as my mouth opened in a silent scream.

I fell to my knees, curling up into a fetal position as she moved quickly to open a cabinet. Before I was able to regain my senses my ankles and wrists were bound, my mouth held a ball gag and she had insured that no further arousal would be allowed, not without her consent. A chastity device locked in place as I saw her put the key to it around her neck. She turned and said calmly, “Will you make arrangements for the boy to be taken to my home Mr. Charles, I have a few matters I must attend to.”

He nodded as she left the room and the elder gentleman chuckled. “Perhaps you should be careful what you wish for Jonathan, it could be far worse than any fantasy or nightmare you have ever had.” With that all I could do was moan as he picked up the phone and within minutes, two men walked in. They picked me up like so much laundry and unceremoniously took me out the back door. A van waited there, where I was tossed inside, a blindfold put in place as the vehicle pulled into traffic.

I know not how long the drive was, the twists and turns leaving me wondering to where it would lead but by the time it was finished, I was once again hauled like so much dead weight, taken into a door and then dropped to the floor. A masculine voice said coldly, “You will present yourself as best you can for your Trainer. She shall return shortly.” I managed to roll myself into a kneeling position, difficult as it was as I heard the door shut and I was left alone, helpless, unable to see or speak, only able to hear the silence.

Seconds became minutes, minutes became…I’m not sure as I was left with only my thoughts. I struggled to hold my pose, not wanting to displease, unsure why they would entrust me to someone who had never trained one for a position such as this. I was startled with the sound of her voice saying, “Most impressive” as I jumped, not having heard a door open or anyone approach as the blindfold was pulled from my eyes. “You moved, you will be corrected for doing so.”

I trembled as she strode into view, having changed into more casual attire. She walked over to a long table, picking up a thin cane before returning, pulling up a chair directly in front of me before sitting down. “Look at me Jonathan.” I did so, peering up to see the woman now with her hair pulled back, her face washed, cleared of makeup, without the smile I had witnessed earlier as she continued, “We…have a problem.”

I could only kneel and listen. “When we met earlier today we set a dynamic between us. I encouraged you, treated you with kindness and then complimented you on the possibilities I saw. Now, things have changed. If I am to be your Trainer you need to understand from this moment forward. I am not your friend, I am not your lover, I am not your Mistress, I am your Trainer. I am to turn you into what you not only desire but an object of desire by one of the individuals who purchases slaves from “The Illusions.”

Speech wasn’t possible, an answer not really required as she continued, “I have two weeks to train you and it is a huge responsibility. The contract if you are purchased will be for a period of one year, with an option for your owner to add an additional year if he, she or they wish to. If you fail to sell, I will have failed as a Trainer and that will not be acceptable. This is as much about me as it is about you.”

She stood, walking around me, circling me almost like prey as I listened. “The first week will test your ability to learn. Failure to learn will have consequences such as this.’ With that the cane lashed my back, the thin rattan material bringing forth a muted scream from my gagged lips of which she paid little heed. “That was for jumping when I announced my presence, a proper slave always maintains their position awaiting their Master or Mistress’s use or command.”

The pain was intense, like nothing I had ever experienced before as she continued to circle me. I bit down hard on the ball gag to keep from whimpering as she spoke again. “Some owners desire their slaves to be not only proficient in domestic service but also as sometimes bondage and even pain sluts. The life you are looking to enter can be very tough, you have no say in anything anymore. No control over your body, over who views it, over who uses it. Your owner does just that, they own you, body and soul.”

She stopped, my head having hung down again, lifting it with the end of the cane, seeing the tears which threatened my eyes. The smile she gave me now was different than before, almost a cold look as she said softly, “Some slaves embrace the pain, they accept it as they welcome any attention their owner might bestow upon them. It is a gift to wear their marks. Others strive to obey quickly, no matter the task because they simply wish to please and hate the thought of punishment if they fail. I wonder what kind you shall be?”

I blinked back the tears as the sound of the doorbell announced the arrival of guests and for a brief moment the look of fear in my eyes of having others see me this way brought a frown to her face. “Yet another transgression, you seem to be the type of slave who will require constant correction little one. Together we will find out.” She turned, walking over to the door as she went out of my view and I heard the sound of laughter. The conversation was muted and then as I kept my eyes downward, I felt the presence of others in the room.

“So, this is your first Kendra? Nothing special about him that I can see.”

Once again I couldn’t help but blush as I heard my Trainer say, “Lift your eyes Jonathan, let them see you.”

I obeyed as I saw the woman whose voice I heard and a man standing over me, looking down like I was some kind of science experiment as he spoke. “The facial structure shows promise, he will never be a beauty but there is as always a chance he could be made into something.” He walked over to where Ms. Anderson stood saying, “You’ve been given two weeks, such a transformation normally takes at least six. They are either setting you up to fail or perhaps see something special in you.”

To my surprise her response was, “I would like to think they saw something special in the boy.”

I couldn’t help but issue a muted sigh as the other woman looked saying, “I see he has already felt the cane, are you training him or just testing him?” Her answer was to walk back over to me, my eyes immediately lowering as she pushed me forward, my head forced down hard against the floor, the cane slashing across my bum. What would have been a horrendous scream if it had not been for the gag came forth as my body jerked and spasmed.

She dropped the cane in front of me as I heard her say calmly, “I see no reason it can’t be both, do you?”

The other woman’s laughter rang out as they left me, going into the kitchen, the sound of a wine bottle being opened, drinks being poured and then they returned to the living room. Sitting down they began speaking of me as If I didn’t exist, as if I weren’t right there in the room. For a couple of hours I heard the two strangers giving her pointers, they were obviously experienced Trainers in their own right and then she bid them goodnight, the door closing as she walked up to me.

“I am going to remove your gag and I will allow you three questions. If I feel they are presented with the proper respect and it is information that you truly need to know I will answer them. If not, for each question I do not answer you will receive a lash. If that is understood, nod your head once.” I did so, obeying quickly and I felt the gag be removed, drool escaping my mouth, trailing down my chin as she said calmly, “First question?”

I swallowed, trying to insure my words would be taken in the proper context saying softly, “May I please ask as to how I am to address you?”

She nodded saying, “An appropriate question. You will call me either Miss or Milady.”

“Thank you Milady.”

“Next question?”

I gave it a moment of thought and then simply said, “I have no further questions Miss” and I could have sworn I saw a bit of a smile creep into her lips as she nodded.

“A quick learner, I like that. It will serve you well.” She then walked over, pulling what looked to be an animal crate with a minimal blanket inside, a bowl of water as she pointed inside. I hung my head, doing my best to move until I had crawled inside, heard the lock click and her voice say, “Sweet dreams Jonathan, from this moment forward, your world will never be the same again” and the room was plunged into darkness.

She was right, time was a blur, the first week teaching me proper protocol, how to stand, how to present myself, how to speak, even how to listen. With each mistake or as she called it “inadequate” presentation I felt the touch of the flogger, the crop, the cane, each day a different weapon, a different sensation. Each mark though not permanent was a reminder of how I must strive for perfection something which she constantly reminded me I was far from.

It was the seventh day that I found myself in the kitchen, being taught a crash course in serving a meal, the man standing beside me dressed in a butler’s uniform. The look on his face was a sour one as for the fifth time he scolded me as I tried to imitate his movements. I had followed behind him like an obedient pet as he served the opening course to removing the final plate to what he called, “The lady of the house”.

Finally he announced I was as good as I was going to possibly get under such time constraints and sent me out into the dining room. It was not a full presentation, simply the after dinner drink that Ms. Anderson would take and as I tried to carry the tray without trembling, without spilling the brandy I knelt. Raising the beverage while speaking softly, “I pray Milady finds this service as pleasing to the eyes as she does to the palate.” She took the offered beverage as I sat there, awaiting a chastisement but instead to my surprise I heard the following.

“Nicely done Jonathan, you may kneel at my side.” I did my best to move fluidly to do so and was rewarded, her hand finding my face, stroking it slowly. I couldn’t help it, I felt like purring. Instead I knelt obediently as she called my teacher in, thanking him for his tutelage as he gave a formal bow and departed. She took her drink, with a single hand motion I followed behind her, crawling, presenting myself as she sat in her chair, regarding me before speaking.

“You have accomplished much in seven days boy, I am impressed with your progress though you are still far from ready for auction. We only have seven days remaining and you and I both have much work yet to be done. I told you our first night together I would allow you three questions, you used only one. Tonight I will allow you your other two questions without threat of recrimination but first there is a matter we must discuss.”

I knelt quietly, maintaining my position as I listened to her say, “I have read your complete file and I know you had one very bad experience which I believe has been difficult for you to get over, to move pass. Do you know of which I speak?”

It was difficult at best but I managed to say “Yes Milady.”

She nodded saying, “I wish to hear of it in your words, feel free to speak.”

I closed my eyes, the memory flooding back as I began to speak softly. “My first experience in trying to obtain what I desired most came via contact with a dominant woman. We chatted at first over the internet, then by phone until finally she convinced me that I was exactly what she had always looked for in a submissive. How she could make my wildest dreams come true if I was to only meet her. Finally, I agreed.”

I felt myself beginning to feel the tears threaten but I continued. “I got a room, a second floor room as she specifically requested and at the appointed time I was as she had instructed, naked, kneeling away from the door, forbidden to look until she told me to. She entered and after what seemed like an eternity I heard her say “It’s fools like you who enable me to listyle I do” and with that the sound of the door closing.”

“By the time I got up, wrapped myself in a sheet and ran out onto the balcony she was driving away after throwing my clothes out into the parking lot. She took my wallet, my watch, my ring but most importantly, she took a part of me that day. A part that I’d never dared express again until I knocked on the door at…” and with that the tears began to fall.

She didn’t lean down to comfort me, she simply sipped at the brandy while I struggled to regain my bearings before speaking to me again.

“First of all, she was not a dominant, she was a con artist. Secondly, you learned a valuable lesson. Third, and most important, she no longer matters. She is an unwelcome memory, one which we are replacing with what has transpired over this past week and what is yet to during this coming week. She stole nothing from you but material possessions. You remain here, with me, your mind, your body, your heart, your soul intact and ready to embrace your dream.”

I tried valiantly to recover from my lack of composure before simply saying, “Yes Milady, thank you.”

She nodded. “Now, you have two questions, what is your first?”

I spoke clearly saying, “Do you truly believe someone will purchase me at auction?”

I got a bit of a smile, “If not, I will show you there are far worse things than the cane to fear dear boy” and I couldn’t help but shudder.

“Your third and final question?”

“Is being a Trainer to your liking Miss?”

This time I got the full smile, the one which showed me I had performed properly, the smile I had begun to live for that past week as I heard her say, “If all my subjects carry half the potential that you do Jonathan, yes, I enjoy it very much. You may have far to go, but I have faith in you and I see in your eyes, you have the same in me.” That night was the first night I was allowed out of the cage and permitted to sleep on a pallet at the foot of my Trainer’s bed.

She was right, the second week was even more hectic, each day a step in the transformation I had yearned for all my life yet never dared thought possible. As the days passed quickly it was finally the morning of the auction and she announced we were going to be taking a trip. It would by my first time out of the building, stepping foot in the outside world as she handed me my clothing and it felt strange to get dressed. There was a long black limousine waiting and as it sped away, she gave the driver an address. I wanted desperately to ask questions but instead, I knew my place and we drove in silence.

It was an amazing day, one filled with smiles, laughter, many blushes and finally we found ourselves at the auction house, being taken in the back entrance. I had on a long flowing black robe, with a cowl which covered much of my face. As my Trainer signed us in, getting our auction number, I stood quietly. My head remained bowed until she took my hand and we walked to our proper place, the director of “The Illusions” Mr. Charles already standing there, waiting.

Her voice was soft but I had learned to listen and listen well. “You will present yourself on the block, bidders will enter, they will have one hour to examine all of you that are up for sale this night. They are allowed to touch you, to speak to you but you will only speak when a direct question is asked of you. The answer should always be given with respect and with as few words as needed. Is that clear Gabrielle?”

“Yes Milady” as she took the garment from my shoulders and revealed the vision which had filled my dreams and fueled my fantasies for more years than I would care to count. The French maid looked anything but masculine, her features after the visit to the salon earlier that day showing tasteful makeup, her longer hair, cut and styled with layers of curls cascading around her face. The corset she wore underneath her uniform gave her an hourglass figure and the thigh high stockings, four inch heels, black lace fingerless gloves and matching lace choker around her neck completed the ensemble.

I saw the look of surprise on the gentleman’s face and the look of pride on my Trainer’s as I gracefully assumed my position on the block. The announcement came, stating that the showing would begin in five minutes time. Mr. Charles was shaking his head in wonderment as he began to take his leave but Ms. Anderson leaned in, her voice warm against my ear, barely a whisper. “I am so proud of you dear gurl, you are a vision and I am honored you wear my mark”, the choker having the single initial A on it in honor of my Trainer.

Words would never express my feelings so I simply remained in place, as she smiled, knowing precisely what I was doing as she left. Only a couple of minutes later the doors were opened. I was positioned so that my back was to those who strode forth. A book on the pedestal telling of my training, my specialties, my corrections and most importantly, the words of my Trainer. Words which I had been told would carry much weight if I was or was not to be purchased.

The positioning of the prospective slaves was so that their files could be viewed anonymously. Then if someone was interested in seeing more, they would walk into sight. With my eyes lowered unless ordered, the only thing I might see would be a pair of pants or perhaps a skirt or heels. I heard murmurs, snippets of conversation, one person saying, “A first time Trainer, I think not”, and I fought not to allow my spirits to sink too low.

I could see out of the corner of my eyes two other slaves on display, one a rather muscular male, his body shiny with oil, a body builder type On my right there stood a rather statuesque blonde, her body in strict bondage, drawing a lot of interest as hands caressed flesh and her muffled moans were easily heard. Other than that, I was unable to determine how many of us there were and I began to wonder if perhaps my chances to succeed faded with every passing second until I felt a presence of two people near me.

A long fingernail touched the bottom of my chin, almost feather like as I heard a musical voice say, “Look at me gurl.” I did so, my eyes showing respect as I saw the stunning figure, a dark haired, green eyed woman, probably in her mid thirties who said calmly, “Your name is?”

“My name is Gabrielle Miss.”

She smiled, turning to the handsome man standing next to her saying, “You must admit, you have to look very, very close to tell, do you agree darling?”

He walked up, his blues eyes looking into mine as I tried hard not to tremble, to show any movement as he lifted up the front of my short skirt, finding the cage and smiling before saying, “Well, one thing gives her secret away but it does seem to be under control.”

A few more people began to gravitate to where I was as I heard her say, “If the cage is removed are you functional my dear?”

“Yes Miss.”

She smiled again, leaning in closely saying, “And if my husband desires your use, your body, what say you to that little one?”

I only paused for a brief second before replying, “I would say that I would bring honor to my house and to that of my Mistress and my Masters as well, Milady.”

She nodded her head up and down in agreement as others listened in and she said simply, “You may lower your eyes again gurl.” I did as I was instructed and it seemed only seconds later that I heard the announcement that sealed bids must be delivered in the next five minutes. The doors then closed and I felt Mr. Charles and Ms. Anderson draw near as she once again took my hand, helping me to rise, putting the robe around my shoulders.

I stood there, for a brief moment, shivering like I was freezing as she pulled me into her embrace, my head resting on her shoulder. “The worst is over mon petit, now we simply wait, it will not take long.” As I closed my eyes, reveling in her touch I heard the owner of the house tell my Trainer over and over again how impressed he was. He spoke of how she had worked beyond a miracle and that he was raising her compensation to twenty percent of the sale, above that of the normal fare. Meanwhile my only thought was would I be selected, or would I find myself once again found to be…lacking.

The doors opened, the murmurs growing in volume as people returned. The dark garment was quickly removed and I was repositioned, though this time my Trainer and the house owner remained, if there was paperwork to be signed or questions to be asked. I couldn’t help but see the helpless woman to my right as she was quickly drug off by an older gentleman while the hulking figure to my left was purchased by a young woman, a Hollywood type who obviously was in need of a bodyguard and a potential play thing.

As I stood there, my face passive I couldn’t help it. As the seconds slowly ticked by I felt it creep back in, the self doubt, the worry until I almost broke from my position only to hear a strangers voice say, “Are you aware Ms. Anderson you have set many a precedent tonight?”

She answered simply saying, “No, of what do you speak?”

“For a first time Trainer you have set the highest amount paid for a prospective slave. In addition, no subject has been trained in a shorter period of time and been sold not only on her first presentation but with such spirited bidding as I have never seen before. It is a record sale which reflects extremely well upon not only you but also on the house of “The Illusions”, as Mr. Charles beamed like a proud poppa.

“If you will bring the gurl, we have paperwork to settle and then we will present Gabrielle to her new owners.” It was all a daze as I stood by the three of them, signatures required by the auction house, my Trainer, the owner and last by myself as Ms Anderson explained to me again the terms. How, if after my initial service it would be up to my owners to ask for yet a second extension or if I was free to once again go back to the auction block.

As I forced myself to keep my fingers from trembling as I signed my name, I saw out of the corner of my eyes, the bottom of the contract and the figure of $250,000 for me, a staggering figure. After everything was signed, I was accompanied by my Trainer to a small room, as she told me, “Turn Gabrielle.” I did so with dignity and grace as she removed my choker and replaced it with a white collar, a silver heart in the middle with the initials of my new owners upon it.

The door was opened and there was the couple who had treated me with such kindness. I got yet another smile from the two as Ms. Anderson said, “Sir, Miss I present Gabrielle, your new slave.” With that I walked slowly up, keeping my eyes lowered, kneeling, presenting myself and then saying softly, “I pray my service to both of you will bring not only honor to your house but happiness to your hearts.”

I was rewarded with the words “Rise dear Gabrielle. Before we leave I want you to hear something and to know why we purchased you.” I did so, keeping my gaze downward as I heard her begin to speak anew saying, “Gabrielle has shown me through two weeks of training that of all the submissives, of all the individuals who have passed through the house “The Illusions” that through her spirit, through her determination, through her heart she desires to serve with ever ounce of her being and I am honored to be her Trainer. It is signed, Kendra Anderson.”

I could not help it, the tears swam in my eyes, the words more beautiful than anything I could ever have heard and I prayed that my new owners understood the affect they had on me. It was only then I realized how much they understood when the husband said, “Ms. Anderson, a word if I may?”

She walked forward, a beautiful vision as she stood beside me and he continued to speak saying, “We have one request for you. We paid a great deal of money for your first foray into the world of being a Trainer and we want to insure we got our moneys worth.”

My Trainer looked a bit confused as the wife laughed, walking up, her eyes smiling. “What my husband is trying to say is that we want you to make sure for us that everything is in working order. We ask that you take her for one more night and then that you bring us our newest acquisition and join us for dinner tomorrow evening which I’m sure Gabrielle will most adequately serve, won’t you pet?”

“Yes Milady, most happily I will”, and the smiles in the room were only exceeded by the whimpers, moans and cries of ecstasy in the bedroom that night as I showed my thanks to the amazing woman who had taught me that if you believe, all things are possible.

















11/13/2011 5:16:56 AM


I don’t know why, I thought since it was Halloween that it would be the one night I could be assured that I could find myself lost in the shadows. With all those out and about I would not be noticed, that it would be safe to assume I would be a faceless individual in the crowd. Little did I know that was not to be the case.


My fetish is cross-dressing, to be precise, doing so as a French maid. I didn’t have a party to go to, a festive ball to attend but I was determined to still enjoy the evening. I’d spent several hours preparing, from a bubble bath to shaving carefully to dressing, the vision in the mirror now that of a rather sluttish looking maid.


I waited until nightfall, pulling out into the darkness, the cloak of night my safety net. As I passed the small children going about their yearly ritual, the sounds of their laugher echoing as I drove further and further away from my point or origin, the streets turning more gritty, the scenery more bleak. My destination was one of the more seedy parts of town, a fetish club which I had heard was hosting a special holiday night and a safe haven or so I thought.


Parking, I made my way into the club, pulling my identification and entrance fee from my bra, the man behind the bars ogling much to my pleasure, hoping I looked good enough for such. I was rewarded as he looked at the picture on my drivers license and then back at me. I gave him a shy smile and he gave me a wink as I walked in, finding a spot at the bar, sitting down, my already short skirt rising even a bit more.


As time passed my eyes grew accustomed to the minimal lighting, seeing the bevy of costumed individuals, from the mild to the wild and I smiled, sensing I was safe from ridicule, the chance having been worth the wait. I sipped a glass of red wine as I enjoyed the night, the feeling of freedom, the clothing, the heels, the makeup as I noticed the wineglass. I saw my lipstick imprint and thought it was the perfect time to touch it up.


Walking through the throng, once again I enjoyed a few glimpses and looks that went my way, none in disgust, most in approval and I stepped confidently up to the restrooms before coming to a stop, for a brief second unsure. I stood there frozen like a statue only to feel a hand take mine, my lace covered glove grasped, a soft voice saying, “Come on dear gurl, follow me.”


I did so obediently, the submissive part of me quickly rising from within as she opened the door and we were alone as she twirled me, my short skirt and petticoat flowing as I looked at the red headed woman, staring into a pair of beautiful hazel eyes which shone with delight as she smiled and I heard, “From afar I wasn’t sure, up close there are a few tell tale signs but most would take you for a lovely gurl, I’m impressed.”


I must have turned a scarlet red as I was treated to her laughter, a musical sound as she said, “You truly are a diamond in the rough, aren’t you princess?” My eyes were cast downward as she continued, “Your lipstick is smeared dear, you should always look your best, we should fix that.”


As she rummaged through her purse, her voice continued to capture me, speaking confidently yet with purpose as I heard, “A fetish maid such as yourself should always be a reflection of her owners, whether her Mistress or her Master. Lips like yours should tell others that you are not only a domestic servant but a sexual submissive as well. Now, purse your lips like a good gurl.”


Without pause, without question I obeyed as seconds later she turned me to look in the mirror, my lips now a much darker red, almost blood like in color as I felt yet another flush rush to my face. The red haired vixen stood behind me, her body encased in black leather, her hands on my bare shoulders, my body quivering at the touch as she leaned in close, her breath warm in my ear saying, “Why don’t you join me and Master at our table, he’s very interested in meeting you.”


It wasn’t really a question, more a statement as she extended her hand and took me back out into the club, the eyes now even more turning our way at the two walking hand in hand. As we stopped a handsome gentleman rose, his brown eyes looking directly into mine which quickly lowered as he took his fingers, gently raising my chin as I heard, “My wife was correct, you are a special gurl. What is your name little one?”


I managed a whisper, my voice softly saying, “Gabrielle…Sir” and I was rewarded with a smile as he looked at his companion.


“Manners, a lost art in many these days, you have chosen well my dear.” His partner gave him one of her radiant smiles as he held the chair out for her to sit down, leaving me standing before them as the beautiful woman spoke.


“My Master desires a dance with you dear gurl, will you honor him with such?” Once again, less question than simple fact as he took my hand, walking me onto the floor, a slow number beginning to play as he pulled me close and my body simply melted into his. We danced as one, my heart hammering in my chest as lead me easily, nimbly with my head tucked into his shoulder as I heard his voice speak over the music.


“My dear, it is simple to see you are not only a submissive in manners but also in your actions, a rare trait, one which my partner and I greatly desire. We have long looked for a maid such as you for our home, one which would give us her service, both domestically and in the ways of the body as well. Somehow I sense fate has brought you here tonight to us, would you agree?”


I could only shiver as I heard the words, barely able to nod my agreement as the dance continued until I felt the presence of another, a tap on his shoulder. With a bow, he turned me back over to the hazel eyed beauty who took the dominant role, once again leading, her movements confident as her voice whispered in my ear, “I am Mistress Janette, he is Master Anton and you if you desire dear gurl will be our charge. Our Gabrielle, our maid, body and soul.”


I heard the soft whimper which escaped my lips, my legs buckle but she held me tightly, her hands roaming freely, taking liberties as she felt my arousal as once again I heard her laughter, the sound intoxicating as she saw my head drop, my submission deepening with every passing second.


When we returned to the table, once again I stood as her husband pulled the chair out for the lady. His voice was not unkind as he said, “I propose a simple test my dear, to assure us that you are truly desiring this life and to be in our service. I will ask only once, you will answer either Yes Sir or No Sir. If the answer is yes, you will do as I or Mistress commanded you to do. If the answer is no, you will leave us and we will consider this matter finished.”


With that he leaned over, his voice whispering in the woman Janette’s ears, her eyes began to sparkle and with a mischievous look, she began to look around the room until her gaze fell upon a single man, seated across the floor. With that she looked at me, giving me my instructions and as I listened, I felt myself begin to shake but by the time she was finished I said the only thing I could, my voice soft, “Yes Sir” as I turned and walked over to where the gentleman sat.


I stood before him, my eyes lowered, having had a quick glance to see only his dark hair and his piercing blue eyes and I waited patiently until I heard him say, “You have something to say to me gurl?”


Working hard to keep my voice steady I said, “Yes Sir my prospective owners asked that in order to show my potential that I come to you and offer my service of pleasure if you will be so kind as to honor me and them.”


His eyes raised slowly, his voice calmly saying “You are under consideration of Master Anton and Mistress Janette?”


“Yes Sir”, as he smiled over at the couple who raised their glasses to him before looking at me.




I quickly knelt, slipping under the tablecloth, thinking how only a few short hours ago I would have never envisioned this, my hand trembling, working to free him as his blood engorged manhood, even without arousal was impressive to say the least. A drop of his precum glistened even in the dim light and I allowed my tongue to flick across it, bringing a shiver from his body, encouraging me.


What I lacked in experience, I made up for in eagerness as soon I was working feverishly, gagging a bit as he grew harder and harder in my mouth, his hands finding my hair, working my mouth as I allowed my hands to move behind my back in surrender. It was like having a decadent dream come to life, almost surreal in nature. With that, I had little warning, his body shuddering my mouth quickly filling as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum filled my mouth to overflowing, a bit escaping, dripping down my chin and onto my uniform.


Finally, I cleaned him gently, putting everything back in its proper place before feeling the tablecloth rise and hearing, “You will come out from under there and you will crawl behind me.” I did so, knowing my face and dress left a reminder of what I had just done as I followed like an obedient puppy as he walked over to the table where the two dominants sat before stopping looking at me and saying, “Kneel”.


I obeyed as I heard him say, “I thank you both for your most generous gift. She pleased me greatly and she showed honor upon your house by her manners and in her use. She is raw but has a natural talent.” Both of them nodded before he turned to me saying, “Gurl, if you are chosen to serve, know that both Master Anton and Mistress Janette are well respected among those who live this lifestyle and to be offered an opportunity such as you have been given is rare indeed.”


I managed to keep my voice level as I replied, “Yes Sir and I thank you for allowing me to be of service to you.”


He nodded, bowing to Mistress, shaking Master’s hand before returning to his seat. With that Anton stood and seconds later Janette did the same, her hand reaching down for mine. As I rose, this time she lead me toward the door. The night air embraced us, a long black limousine awaited, her husband already inside. A driver held the door open as Mistress ushered me in, placing me between herself and the handsome brown eyed gentleman.


The vehicle pulled out into the evening, as the two dominants spoke to one another as if I were not there. I sat, my hands clasped in my laps, my head slightly bowed until I felt my head being gently turned, a mouth claiming mine, a tongue demanding entrance as the scent of the man filled my senses. At the same time I felt a hand with long fingers, with perfectly manicured nails reach up under my petticoat as I moaned into the kiss as I was being stimulated.


Her touch was skillful, constantly taking me to the edge but never over as he kissed me deeply, his mouth finally leaving me gasping for air as he bit gently at my neck, nipping at the tender flesh until I was literally shivering with the feelings which were coursing through my body. By the time the drive ended I was left breathless, my legs unsteady as the driver extended his hand and helped me out.


The home was more a mansion, a forbidding presence as I felt the familiar hand take mine and lead me inside, following behind the Master of the house. We walked down a long hall, leading to a library, two chairs placed in front of a fireplace with which a switch blazed to life. One of them took the chair to the right, the other to the left, leaving me standing, like a child before parents, awaiting a scolding or whatever might follow and I wasn’t left in suspense for long.


It was the Anton who spoke first saying, “Your duties here as well as domestic are to serve both Mistress Janette and I in any way we might desire you. Your pain, your pleasure will be controlled by us and you will learn that the word no will never be a part of your vocabulary when it comes to replying to either of us. Disobedience or speaking out of turn will be dealt with quickly and punished accordingly, is that clear Gabrielle?


I nodded my head only to have Mistress stand, a quick open handed slap across my face leaving me reeling as I heard her say calmly, “When a question is asked of you by one of your betters, an answer is called for. Now, answer him you worthless slut.”


“Yes Master Anton, it is very clear.” My voice quivering as I stood shaking as Mistress walked slowly around me as if inspecting an animal one might be considering purchasing. She finally came to a stop, turning to her partner saying, “This one will need proper training, her manners may be acceptable but she is rough around the edges. We will fix that.”


Master simply nodded as he said, “The hour is late, perhaps we should prepare quarters for our new acquisition, don’t you think my dear?”


She smiled coldly, taking my hand as I was pulled out of the library, down the hallway to a door which held a large lock, the key appearing from a necklace around Mistress’s throat. The stairs were precarious at best, a winding staircase which when we came to the end was cold, quite a bit colder than upstairs had been as I shivered from such, though I’m not sure if it was from the lack of warmth or a bit of fear.


“On the table, on all fours, now”, and I knew better than to disobey, quickly doing as I was told as I heard, “Hands behind you” and my trembling fingers reached behind me and seconds later I felt a set of leather restraints go in place, the sound of a lock clicking shut as I gasped, bringing the sound of laughter forth, this time more wicked than musical in tone.


My ankles were next, another lock as both my wrists and feet were then pulled up, connected to a o-ring, forcing me into a hog tied position. As I opened my mouth to cry out, it was quickly filled, the ball gag being pushed firmly into place and then cinched around the back of my head. I was none too gently pushed on my side as I felt my ruffled panties being pulled down and I whimpered against the gag as I felt something being pressed up against my rosebud.


It took only a few seconds for the anal plug to be put in place, the rounded base insuring it would not slip nor move as my panties were pulled up and I looked up to see Master advancing, a pair of nipple clamps in his hands. My eyes opened wide as he allowed the clamps to bite down on my tender flesh as I writhed helplessly in pain. Mistress meanwhile moved to stand next to him, pulling up the front of my skirt and to my despair, my body was betraying me, my arousal evident as she shook her head saying, “This just won’t do.”


She went over to a cupboard, reaching in before returning to stand alongside the handsome gentleman, her eyes on mine as she reached out, taking hold of my “clit”, stroking it as the precum flowed freely as she smiled saying, “Does that feel good little one?” Drool escaped my gag as I nodded my head as she continued, taking me to the edge, to the very brink before taking the base and squeezing as hard as she could.


I saw stars as my erection disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and to my horror she pulled out a sharply studded chastity cage which she put in place. Slipping my balls through the restraining ring she then showed me the gold lock which she put in place, making sure I heard the sound of it as the cage was completed. As I had been promised, my pleasure was no longer my own, insuring an erection would no longer be possible without extremely painful ramifications.


With that I was unceremoniously pulled from the table, half carried, half drug over to an animal crate, pushed inside and yet another lock to insure there would be no escape was put in place. The last thing I remembered, the last words I heard was her saying “Sweet dreams dear Gabrielle, your new life begins right now” and as their footsteps echoed on the concrete and then the stairs, I heard the door close, the lock turned and the room was plunged into darkness.


The night ver, my mind awhirl with everything that had happened. Yes, I had indulged my fantasies like many but I had never dared dream they might actually come to life, be a possibility. As I squirmed against my bonds, I felt my mind slipping further and further away, finding that place that I had heard of but never actually found. Sub space where when the mind is lost then all is lost and as the seconds turned into minutes, then the minutes into hours, I sank further and further down.


The next morning, a stranger, a man entered the room, the lock being removed from the cage as I look at him dressed in his own uniform, a butler as he pulled me from the cage, undoing my bonds but not removing my gag yet. His voice was kind saying, I’m going to remove the nipple clamps Miss, the pain is going to be…severe, that is why I’m leaving the gag on.” With that he did and my screams would have echoed through the chambers as I fell to my knees as the blood rushed back into the sensitive areas.


I trembled, my body shivering as he waited on my muffled screams to become whimpers before the brown haired, blue eyed stranger reached down, removing the gag, drool escaping my lips as he said, “I am William, like you I serve Master and Mistress as their butler and in any other way that they require of me. I have been instructed to show you your duties and you will show me the same respect that you show your new owners or you will be punished, do I make myself clear?”


As I knelt, still trying to come to grips with what was happening I nodded only to have him lean down, his eyes looking into mine as I heard him say softly, “When someone asks you a question, you will answer promptly and with respect. Yes Sir. No Sir. Failure to do so will not reflect well on you or on Master or Mistress. I do not wish to have to punish you this early in your training but I advise you to listen closely to me and do as I ask, so I will give you one final chance. Do I make myself clear?”


My voice soft but quickly replying saying, “Yes Sir.”


I was favored with a smile and an offered hand which helped me rise to my unsteady feet. He took me, leading me back up the stairs and down a hallway to a room, not large but not small either, my eyes growing wide to see not one but two cages as he gently moved me along to the bathroom, saying, “Do you need assistance in bathing. We need to get you cleaned up quickly and into a fresh uniform, we have duties to attend to.”


“No sir”, as he nodded, closing the door as I turned on the hot water and within seconds began to clean myself, washing, shampooing my hair and by the time I stepped from the shower I saw my clothes were gone. As the door opened and I grabbed at a towel to cover myself. William’s frown told me that what I had done was not agreeable as he told me, “Your body is no longer yours to own or show. You will often find yourself on display, sometimes clothed, sometime not but it is no longer up to you, the sooner you come to that realization the better it will be for you.” With that he held out his hand and I gave him my towel, my face blushing a scarlet red.


Once again I was given a smile, his voice soft saying, “I was like you when I first was entered into service dear. It is a myriad of emotions which you are experiencing but if you will allow me to guide you, I promise it is one which will bring your wildest dreams and your greatest fantasies to life. Mistress and Master can be kind at times, they can be cruel at times but in all times, they care about their slaves as you will learn to care about them.”


My voice again saying softly, “Yes Sir.”


He motioned toward the door and as I entered the room there were new clothes laid out as I heard, “We really do have to hurry, time draws short as he held up the corset, slipping it around my body and began to tighten the laces. It was only about 15 minutes later that he declared himself done and I saw in the mirror a visage like none I had ever seen before, my waist cinched tightly, an hourglass figure with a very short uniform, my petticoats and ruffled white panties almost visible, my stockings and a touch of alabaster skin above them showing. My heels locked in place, the key tucked away in his pocket for now.


I followed, trying to not totter, the heels higher than I was accustomed to as we walked into the kitchen. “Master and Mistress take their morning coffee in their bedroom. I normally serve them both but today you will join me. I will serve Madame, you will serve M’lord. Have you any formal training gurl?”


“No sir”, my head quickly lowering as he put his fingers under my chin, lifting it.


“You need not lower your eyes to me dear, to your owners yes. Here is what we will do. We will carry our trays to their room, we will knock, we will await permission to enter and then you will walk to your Master’s side of the bed, kneeling, holding the tray up and you will say with respect, “I pray you find this service as pleasing to your eyes as it is to your palate Master Anton. Can you remember that?”


“Yes sir”, my voice trembling as he nodded, pointing to one of the trays as he picked up the other and we proceeded down the hallway.


He came to a set of double doors, knocking and as we waited, I felt the tray shaking in my hands and he turned, whispering, “Take a deep breath, you’ll be fine.”


His kindness was not only needed but appreciated and I tried to smile as we heard a single command, “Enter.”


He opened the door and I tried not to stare at the opulence of the room, the velvet curtains, the many antiques as I saw the couple in bed, the man on the left, the woman on the right. Williams moved assuredly toward his proper place and I tried to imitate his movements, feeling eyes on me as I knelt beside my blue eyed owner, reciting my litany as I was instructed by the butler and I heard light laughter from the other side of the bed.


“William, I see you have been instructing our new toy as to proper service. Well done.”


His voice was respectful, his head slightly bowed as he replied softly, “Thank you Mistress, I’m happy to have pleased you and as always honored to be in your service.”


Taking a sip of his coffee, I knelt listening as Master said, “William is a valuable member of our household Gabrielle. He is not only an accomplished chef and butler but in addition he serves us in many other ways, as will you. Listen closely to him, heed his words and his suggestions, they will serve you well in serving us.”


“Yes Master, I shall do as you say, he has shown me great kindness and I am thankful.”


Mistress reached her hand down, stroking William’s hair as she spoke. “You’ve made quite an impression on the dear gurl William, what are your thoughts on her?”


He thought for a moment before replying, “She is crude Mistress but I believe under yours and Masters tutelage she could be molded into the individual you desire, of that I have no doubt.”


I heard his gasp, my eyes rising as if of their own volition as I saw the woman Janette with a handful of the mans hair, her voice calmly saying, “You too at one time were…crude…were you not boy?”


I saw it in his eyes, the surrender, the touch that he craved as he answered quickly, “Yes Mistress Janette.”


She smiled, still holding his hair, his face draining of color as she continued, “It has been far too long since you have felt this touch I know. I have an idea. If the gurl pleases us, if you train her well enough for tonight’s festivities, I shall grant you time with Master and I. If not, you will go unused, the worst punishment a submissive can endure. Is that agreeable to you dear boy?”


“If it pleases you it pleases me Mistress, as you wish, so it shall be.”


She smiled, releasing her hold on his hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips as we both heard a single word, “Dismissed.”


I started to rise but was quickly stopped, a hand around my throat as I felt Master’s eyes upon me as he said calmly, “I saw how your eyes rose when Mistress corrected William. That is your first and only transgression that will be allowed, the next will bring swift and I promise painful correction.”


There seemed to be no answer required, the statement obvious as his hand held my throat, tightly enough that I felt the presence but not hard enough to cause harm as he released me and I rose, quickly following William out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly as I could see his eyes struggle to focus.


I followed him back to the kitchen, his hands going to the counter, He was visibly shaking as I said softly, “Are you alright Sir?” He waved me away and I walked over, standing quietly until once again I heard him sigh before turning to look at me.


His voice was different, his words almost wistful. “Mistress knows it has been quite sometime since I have been granted their attention and that my body yearns for such. Yes, I am their butler and more but like you I also have certain desires. I am a pain slut gurl, I desire the touch of the lash, the caress of the crop, I need them like I need the air to breath and she knows by dangling this opportunity to me like one might a morsel of tasty food to a starving dog, I will do anything in my power to assure your success.”


I could not help myself, hearing in his voice what I had only dared fantasize about as I walked over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek saying, “I will do my best not to fail you nor Master and Mistress. You deserve their touch and my thanks Sir.”


I could see him taken aback as I stood there, biting my bottom lip as I feared I had overstepped my boundaries. Instead he gathered himself saying, “There is no need to call me Sir, I am William and you are Gabrielle and the pleasure is mine Miss” as he bowed and I blushed anew.


He poured us both cups of coffee before settling down at a small breakfast nook and said, “The festivities that Mistress spoke of is a small gathering of friends this evening. There will be no formal meal served but there will be canapés and drinks which you and I will prepare and you will serve. You will do with your eyes slightly lowered, never making direct eye contact with any of the guests who are all like our owners, dominants in their own rights. You will speak only when spoken to, you will refrain from lengthy statements and you will at all times honor their home by your service.”


“Yes William” as I smiled, feeling a kinship with the kind gentleman who had shown me such kas we finished our coffee. He began to outline our various duties leading up to the night which laid ahead, showing me where various cleaning implements could be found and I began to work at my tasks, my mind a jumble of thoughts, mostly happy to find myself in the position I was in. Wondering what mysteries the night might hold.


By the time early evening had fallen I had finished my work, finding myself back in the kitchen, seeing William working over the finger food that would be served that evening, the look on his face though showing me that something wasn’t quite right. As I began to assist, I had to fight to curb my tongue until we finished and he began to remove the wine that would be served that night, opening the bottles to breath before turning to me to say, “I have been given new instructions from Mistress concerning your service tonight Gabrielle.”


I didn’t know whether to be excited or concerned, the words catching me by surprise as William sighed before continuing. “When I first began my service, I would be put in many, shall we say, humiliating positions to show my acceptance of our owners dominance and it seems Mistress desires the same of you. I can say no more than that only to tell you that I have been instructed how to prepare you. It will bring no harm to you but it will not be easy to accept but life here at times can be…” his words trailing off as he extended a hand, two blue pills in it and a glass of water, simply expecting me to take them without question.


It was an hour later that William took my hand, leading me into a small room off the kitchen, my eyes growing wide at the sight laid out before me. “Gabrielle, you will hold still while I prepare you.” I was no more capable of speech than I was of moving, frozen to the spot as he picked up the posture collar, putting it around my neck, forcing my head to lift, the sound of the lock going through insuring there would be no release until it was to be granted by another. Taking a long silver chain, he looped it around my waist, similar to what I had seen people in prison wear, with two other lengths of chains attached, restraints at the end of each.


He gently took my hands, pulling them behind my back and as I felt the cold steel of the shackles close I couldn’t help but shiver, a soft moan escape my lips. From there he trailed the other length of chain to my ankles, connecting the restraints, a hobble chain which would allow me only to take small, mincing steps. As I stood there, my mind now reeling I heard him say softly, “Gabrielle, open your mouth.”


I obeyed, a penis gag quickly filling it, the leather strap being cinched tightly behind my head until he walked in front of me, freeing my hair from the strap, making sure I was presentable before leaning in close and whispering as I heard, “I’m sorry” and before I could even utter an unintelligible answer, he lifted the front of my short skirt, taking the metal cage, attaching it to the chain around my waist, showing my sex to all.


I moaned helplessly, the blue pills having kicked in, the potent medicine having worked its magic as my “clit” was swollen to bursting, pressing painfully against the restraint but with no release to be found or given. My face flushed a scarlet red as he took a tray which hooked to the chain, above my throbbing member where the food and drinks could be presented and it finally hit me, I would be present in front of others in this most humiliating of positions.


My eyes must have begun to fill with tears as William leaned in, his voice tinged with sadness saying, “If you cry and ruin your makeup, I will suffer alongside you for it Gabrielle, I beg you, please, please pull yourself together.” It took all I had to blink back the tears but I had made a promise and I was determined to follow through with it as I tried to nod my head but with the posture collar even that wasn’t possible so I simply mumbled through the gag, hoping he understood.


He nodded saying, “The guests will be arriving soon and Master and Mistress will be down shortly where we are to present ourselves to them for their approval. With that he took my arm and gently led me from the room, back into the kitchen as I tried to get used to the minimal movement I was to be allowed, the hobble chain assuring that. We had no more returned to where the food and beverage awaited than the door opened and our owners walked through.


Both of them were dressed casually but elegantly, her in a simple but stunning little black dress, he in a silk shirt and slacks. I could only stand, kneeling was not a possibility as I watched William straighten his back and await his inspection. It seemed like only a cursory glance to me as both the man and woman walked around him, nodding their approval before turning to me.


The posture collar made it even more difficult for me to keep my eyes lowered but I tried desperately as I stood in my restraints, my gag, fighting to not make a sound though with every passing second the medicine coursing through my body was causing the cage to become even more and more restrictive. Master simply smiled as he looked at me but it was the look in Mistress’s eyes that told me to whom I should thank my current predicament.


Her eyes sparkled as she stopped in front of me, reaching down, stroking the cage almost lovingly as I was helpless, I moaned into the gag as she whispered in my ear, “So Gabrielle, you are now truly a submissive sissy maid, is this how you pictured it?” She knew very well that no answer was possible, simply smiling as her hands continued to roam, toying with my body, arousing me even more until I began to wonder if this might be what madness feels like.


With that the doorbell rang and Master said, “Tonight we will greet our guests at the door. William you will accompany Gabrielle when we ring for you, she will carry the various items, you will serve our guests. Remember your places both of us and the consequences of failure.”


“Yes Master, we both thank you for the opportunity of service.” William’s words echoing in their wake as they left, the sound of laughter soon coming from beyond the door as I stood there, unsure as whether I was even capable of movement. Once again it was the voice of the brown haired gentleman saying softly in my ear, “Gabrielle, be proud of who you are, of what you are. Embrace it and I swear, it will embrace you.”


His calming words were what I needed and I took a deep breath as I felt the tray being loaded with the items that would be served, knowing I would have to work hard at keeping my balance. The bell rang only a few seconds later and William opened the door for me and with delicate steps, I walked out into the living area.


I heard the silence for a moment as I entered the room, felt the eyes upon me and I know I blushed, I was helpless to stop it but I pressed on, keeping close to William as he want to the first guests, his service impeccable as he fixed a plate and two wineglasses for them as I stood silently. It was only then that I heard Mistress Janette said with a smile in her voice, “All of you know William, I don’t believe any of you have met our newest potential submissive, this is Gabrielle.”


I couldn’t curtsey, I couldn’t speak, I could only stand there as I heard the murmurs as people drew closer and I felt William’s hand squeeze my arm, insuring I would not run as he turned to serve another individual and I felt Mistress’s presence next to me saying, “We found her at the fetish ball, she shows promise but is rough around the edges, nothing that can’t be fixed with the proper incentive, correct Gabrielle?”


Once again an answer wasn’t required as I heard her say, “Feel free to examine her as you wish, if she displeases you in anyway please let Master Anton or I know and she will be…corrected.”


I heard the word, moaning softly behind the gag as I heard a woman laugh and say, “It sounds like that’s precisely what she wants dear Janette, perhaps you have a perfect partner for dear William here.”


With that I heard more laughter but William maintained his composure, still filling glasses, handing out plates until finally we needed more and he gently led me back into the kitchen, stopping me, his face close, showing concern saying, “Are you alright Gabrielle, are you okay?” I fought hard to blink my assurance as he stroked my face as I heard, “You’re doing beautifully, I’m so proud of you.”


It was only then that I realized Master was at the door, seeing the scene unfold as we heard his voice say calmly, “I was not aware the gurl answered to you, did you somehow take control of the house William, did I miss something?”


His face turned white, his head quickly lowering, his voice again changing as I heard “No Master Anton, I stand corrected M’lord.”


With that he walked slowly up to where we stood, Williams face still blanched as he heard his Master say, “Pain is what you desire, is it not William?”


The butler began to shake, knowing a nerve had been touched as he replied softly, “If it pleases my owners, Yes Master.”


The blue eyed man nodded saying, “I thought as much. Well then if pain is what you desire, pain is what you shall have” as I heard William draw in a breath but only then did I feel Masters hand, pulling at the bodice of my dress as he holds up the clover clamps, my eyes opening wide as he put one and then the second one on and I couldn’t help it, tears swimming in my eyes.


Master watched as I fought to come to grips with the intense feelings, his eyes locked onto mine as I heard him say softly, “For William the lack of pain, seeing another suffering as he so wishes to is more harmful than any needle, flogger, crop or quirt. Having you suffer gurl for him, is a true punishment, isn’t it boy?”


His head simply hung down and this time when he didn’t respond I knew that the words rang true, Master turned on his heels, motioning for us to rejoin them and as we did so, William’s spirit seemed to be broken, his head now hanging lower than I had ever seen before. As we walked out into the area we had served once again the murmurs begat silence as Master walked over to where Mistress stood, leaning close and whispering in conspiratorial tones before she looked up and said, “William, you will bring me my thinnest cane, now.”


The male slave turned on his heels, walking quickly from the room, moving toward the steps leading down the stairs as Master strode to me, taking me by the arms and pulled me over to the long coffee table. He took off my serving tray and with a forceful hand, pushed me to my knees, my body to the table as I whimpered. The clamps were pushed down, the sharp edges biting even more as William returned, walking over to Mistress, kneeling before her and presenting her the cane, his head remaining bowed.


She stood there for several seconds, the silence omnipresent, the look on William’s face remaining the same though his mind was awhirl, wondering why she did not accept his offering until to his dismay he heard her say. “I have no need for the cane William, it is for you to use, rise.” Now his confusion was evident as she continued by saying, “I understand you are now in charge of the house and thus you will implement the punishment that must be meted out to this slave.”


His face turned ashen, his mouth opening to speak but she simply rolled right over him saying, “Ten strokes of the cane should be adequate to insure that she learns there are consequences to all actions of any of the submissives who serve in this home.”


His hands shook with the instrument of correction in his hands as once again he tried to speak but this time it was the man Anton who said, “You have a choice William, you can give the gurl ten lashes, lashes that Mistress and I feel are adequate or you can allow all of our guests here to do so for you, a total of sixty lashes which she will be forced to endure. I would think sixty lashes might simply break her completely but the choice is yours.”


For William it was like being caught in the greatest of paradoxes, heaven and hell, giving instead of receiving pain and he knew that our owners were trying to prove a point. He also knew as inexperienced as I was, that Master Anton’s words were correct, I would be shattered, possibly beyond repair, the look on many of the individuals faces showing how badly they wished to have the cane in their hands, not his.


With that, he walked over to where I knelt, still whimpering softly as he leaned down, his voice loud enough for all to hear. “Correction is an owners right and privilege and a slave should always be thankful and grateful for that gift. You shall receive 10 lashes as have been instructed and since you are gagged you will be unable to count so I shall do so for you. When I have finished, I will place the cane to your lips and you will do your best to kiss the instrument that has been used on you and when you no longer wear the gag, you will thank your owners for your correction.”


All I could do I lay, bent over the table as my short skirt was lifted even higher and I heard the swish of the cane and it landed directly across my bottom, my entire body jerking, my muffled scream filling the room as I heard a single word, “One.” Each blow was a searing pain, the heat rising quickly as my bottom was turned red. Long, angry looking lines marking the path and by the time I heard the word ten spoken, I was sobbing like a child, my makeup running down my face as the cane was presented to me I did all I could as it was pressed up against my gagged lips.


William walked over, kneeling again before Mistress and Master, his voice calmly saying, “I pray my service and my actions bring honor upon your house and that the correction was to your liking.” Both of them simply nodded, the man taking the cane from his hands, the woman speaking.


“William, you will take Gabrielle to the room where you will remove all of her restraints and then tend to her aftercare. Help her repair her makeup and then you both will go to the catacombs where Master and I will join you after our guests have left. I will expect both of you in the correct position and any variation or disobedience to these orders will be dealt with most harshly. You are both dismissed.”


With that the brown haired man rose, walking up, carefully helping me to my feet as I heard wicked laughter, one of the woman having pointed and to my shame, even with the cage in place, I had still climaxed as the blonde haired stranger announced, “Well, it does seem like these two have far more in common than perhaps you or Anton thought my dear.” If I could I would have allowed my head to hang in shame but the posture collar didn’t allow such.


William did not speak as he ushered me from the room, my body threatening not to support me as we made our way back to the safety of the room where I dressed. He took out his keys, unlocking my restraints, removing the collar before almost tenderly removing the gag as I began to cry anew and to my surprise, he held me as I sobbed until finally I began to regain a bit of composure before hearing him whisper in my ear, “Lay on the bed on your stomach, do not move, please.”


I nodded, my bottom tender as I tried to close my eyes, to try and figure out what had just taken place as William returned with a container, his voice kind saying, “This is a special compound, it is used to alleviate not only the pain but also to assist in the healing leaving you with no scars. I shall attempt to be gentle but it will cause you some discomfort I fear.”


Once again all I could do was nod as he began and I had to bite my bottom lip hard, to keep from crying out until he was finished, the gentleman he was handing me a silk handkerchief to dry my tears and to blow my nose. He helped me stand, walking me back into the bathroom and cleaned me gently as I felt the blush rise to my face before handing me a clean pair of panties, helping me into the cool satin, the feeling against my tortured bum bringing a soft sigh from my lips.


With that he cleaned my face thoroughly, washing away my tears and the remnants of my makeup before beginning the process again and I was amazed at how deftly he handled the brushes and instruments as he saw my confusion and smiled saying, “Mistress taught me how to assist her Gabrielle as I shall be assisting you at times.” I favored him with a smile until finally he announced himself done and I looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised, I looked far better than when I had done my own, thinking he could teach me much.


From there, he took my hand and led me back down into the lowest part of the mansion, the same area from which I was kept my first night. The sight of the cage brought a shudder from my body but he held my hand tightly walking me past and into a huge room, my eyes opening wide, the sight of all the various implements hanging from the wall, some old, some new but all with a promise of the pain and suffering they could bring.


“Gabrielle?” His voice bringing me back to the moment as I looked at him blinking as I heard him say, “Do you know how to properly present yourself to your owners?” I answered him by kneeling, my knees apart to show my owners what they had claim to, my hands palm down, resting on my stocking clad thighs before lowering my eyes. “Good gurl” and his praise made me raise my eyes, seeing his smile and I could not help but smile back.


He moved fluidly to do the same beside me though he did not lower his eyes saying, “It will be a bit of time before Master and Mistress join us, if you keep your voice low I can answer any of the questions you might have gurl.” I nodded, thinking and then with a voice softly whispering began to speak.


“If Master was unhappy with you, why did he have you correct me? Why were you not caned, what did I do wrong William?”


The handsome man sighed deeply, his eyes lowering as he responded, “Master and Mistress punished me in the worst way they possibly could Gabrielle, as difficult as that might be to understand. Both of them know of my fervent desire to feel pain and by making me give you that which I so wished for, they took away that which feeds not only my body but my soul as well. In return, they have now also found out that you are in addition to your other attributes, a bit of a pain slut as well.”


I couldn’t help it, the blush quickly rising to my face as he continued, “You did nothing wrong my dear, you served beautifully under the very difficult circumstances you were put into. My concern for you put Master into a difficult position, I was to be your trainer yet I allowed my own feelings to override my duties, something which in the end you paid for I’m afraid”, another sigh escaping his lips.


With that silence hung in the air for a moment until it was broken by my voice, once again more whisper than anything as I heard myself say, “I, I enjoyed it.” His eyes opened wide as I felt the crimson once again fill my face as I continued, “The bondage, the gag, the humiliation, even the cane, it was all things I have desired but have never dared spoke of aloud. Like Gabrielle, I have hidden in the shadows far too long” as tears threatened anew but didn’t appear as the sound of footsteps drew near.


By the time both of the dominants appeared, we were both presented as they had requested, our heads bowed in unison. They had changed, their garb now far more ominous, black leather and lace combined to make quite a presence though neither us saw little but his shoes and her stilettos. I don’t know why I did what I did, I know I didn’t understand proper protocol as of yet but I spoke saying, softly, “Permission to speak Master…Mistress?”


I felt William stiffen beside me but I thought in for a penny, in for a pound as I continued, “I simply wished to say thank you for my correction for showing me my path, I wear the marks with honor and I pray they honor both of you.” With that I let my eyes remain lowered, awaiting either a harsh word or perhaps even a harsher punishment but instead I was surprised to hear Master speak two words calmly, evenly.


“Rise Gabrielle.”


I obeyed quickly, standing, presenting myself as I heard one should, my hands moving to close together behind my neck, my head and eyes lowered only to as I had at the club find my chin lifted, making sure my eyes were looking directly into his as I heard, “Listen closely gurl and pay attention.”


I knew a response was not called for, simply waiting as he continued as I heard, “We tested you tonight Gabrielle, we did so harshly and in your actions you proved us correct. You show the potential to be a valuable addition to our home. You showed grace under even the most difficult of situations and you also presented Mistress and I with a great gift in your embracing of the pain which you were forced to submit to.”


I kept my silence, though my heart beat quickly, my eyes shining with tears of happiness and once again I saw the smile I had viewed in the club what seemed to be a lifetime ago. With that Mistress walked into view, her voice now ringing out, “William, crawl to me now pet.” The other submissive did as he was instructed, even making his moves seem fluid and easy before presenting himself before the hazel eyed woman.


At that moment in time you could have asked me what the next words to come from Mistress’s lips and never in a thousand years would I have expected her to say to the kneeling figure, “William, I owe you an apology.” I saw the look in his eyes, the words actually hitting him like a slap in the face as he opened his mouth to speak only to have her say, “Not a word, not a single word until I am finished boy.”


He responded well, simply waiting as I heard, “You have served Master and I well for many years. Both a butler, a chef, a submissive and as well, a friend. Your actions have constantly shone a positive light on this house and on your owners yet in the arrival of our newest toy, it occurs to me we have neglected your needs. This ends tonight.”


Once again he knew his place, keeping his silence as she smiled before continuing, “I know what you are thinking and what you would say dear boy. Your needs do not matter, it is Master and I whom you serve and our needs are your needs. This is true and a valuable lesson for you as well Gabrielle. However, you both need to know we desire your happiness as well as your service.”


Once again I had to fight back the tears which threatened to fill my eyes as I felt Master’s hand on my shoulders, his voice calmly saying, “Gabrielle, you will undress William and take him to the rings where you will shackle his hands. William, arise and present yourself to Gabrielle.”


The blue eyed man did as was asked and I felt the smile playing at the corner of my lips as I removed each item of clothing before taking his hand, leading him over, feeling his body shiver as the restraints went into place and a gasp escape his lips as he was lifted off his feet, until he dangled before his two dominants.


With that I watched as Mistress walked in behind him, a flogger, metal tipped in her hand as she stroked his back with her nails, the moan of pure excitement escaping his lips. I was mesmerized as she began to paint his body in colors of red, some of the marks opening, trickles of blood escaping as his eyes grew glazed, his entry into subspace as beautiful a vision as I had ever seen.


I felt Masters hand take mine, whispering in my ear and I shyly smiled as I walked closer to where William hung, he was positioned perfectly as Mistress nodded to me and I took his hard, aching member in my mouth as she let a flurry of blows, the final ones land and his scream echoed throughout the chamber, my mouth quickly filling with his seed as I drank greedily from him until his head simply slumped on his chest, his mind having shut down, his body at rest.


It was only seconds later that I found myself shackled to the floor, stripped down to my corset, stockings and heels and as Mistress knelt behind me, with a single thrust she buried her strapon in my rosebud and as I opened my mouth to cry out and Master filled it with his glorious cock and I…was finally home.



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