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   Part 10
   The beating was pretty harsh, as usual she taught me a lesson I would
not soon forget.  I would try to make sure I did a better job on the work
she gave me.  She told me the work she `allowed' me to do for her was a
privilege and not doing it properly was showing her I was ungrateful for
the privilege of thanklessly doing her work for her.  It made no sense to
me but something making sense to me really wasn't that important, as long
as it made sense to her then that was good enough.
   It was pretty late by the time I had the fake boobs glued on and the
area it went on clean of hair.  They were pretty uncomfortable and I
thought looked ridiculous on me but it did make wearing the bra a necessity
now.  They were a D cup and the weight of them pulled on the skin making
wearing the bra now more comfortable than not wearing it.  How things
change around this house.
   I went to show Miss Jenson my fake boobs before heading to sleep, as she
was feeling them my phone went off.  I looked at it and saw it was a text
from Miss Korser.
   `Tanya b at my house at 6am not 7, I found more work I need done.  Wear
maid's uniform.  There will be note on kitchen table for u.'
   Miss Jenson asked me what it was when she saw the look of anger appear
on my face.  I explained to her about the text and she responded with, "Oh,
well your ass is hers tomorrow what she says goes.  I guess you should get
to sleep but first..." Sitting on the bed she spread her legs and handed me
the double sided dildo and with a huge smile mocked me, "Since you have to
get up early there won't be time for your sexual release, just mine, get
busy bitch, I am really hot right now.  Put that thing in your mouth as
deep as it will go then use it like it was attached to you and you were
getting pleasure.  See how nice I am, now you can pleasure me with a dick
but you don't actually have to use yours." I pleaded, "But Miss Jenson I
don't mind using mine I would be honored." She almost with astonishment
said, "Are you kidding I just beat your ass, you think I am going to ruin
the lesson by letting you have sex?  Boy you have a lot to learn, now get
busy." I put the long purple thing in my mouth she seemed even more
exciting knowing the fact that I had to push it as far down my throat as
possible for her satisfaction.  Barely able to get it all the way to the
proper depth without gagging she told me to begin.  I worked my mouth in
and out, listening to her moans of pleasure.  First orgasm then second came
quick and intensely as I have ever seen on her.  Without her command to
stop I kept going striving to get the standard three orgasms for her before
a good night's sleep.  I knew I would get nothing but the smell of her
pussy right in front of my nose.  My dick was erect and wishing it would be
rewarded with its needed release.  As she came close to her third orgasm my
mouth was hurting, aching from the clenching and rhythmic motion.  She
didn't care she just enjoyed her power and pleasure as I worked her pussy
for the last climax.  It came finally and she screamed in delight.  As she
finished she tried to get her breathing as close to normal as she could, I
on the other hand was sexually starved and she knew how much worse this was
making it.  She smiled at me and told me I did a great job, no thanks but
the compliment was very energizing to me.  After cleaning her with my
tongue and the dildo with my mouth she told me to get to bed, she would let
me sleep in my room but if she even thought I was pleasuring myself I would
spend Sunday tied to the ceiling and whipped over and over until I realized
that the dick that was attached to me wasn't mine to play with.  I promised
her I wouldn't pleasure myself and just as I was leaving she stopped me to
say, "Tanya, be a good boy, I understand you are a little horny but
remember you aren't here for you pleasure, you're here for mine.  I will
let you get your release soon, keep obeying and it will come when I want it
to happen, not when you do.  Go to bed my slave, tomorrow you are getting a
nice day off, I am sure you will have fun."
   I set my alarm for 4:45am so I could begin my day off.  It was a sick
feeling knowing that I would work my ass off for Miss Melissa, that bitch
that was at my mercy last week.  I was sure she would be pretty harsh on me
tomorrow.
   When the alarm went off I groggily trudged to the shower.  Turned on the
water and waited for it to warm.  When the shower ended I went downstairs
to pour me a cup of coffee, I had set the automatic start on the coffee
maker last night.  I made myself breakfast not sure of what I would get to
eat that day working.  I was out the door and sitting in my car in her
driveway 15 minutes early.  It was 5:45am and I took a deep breath, a last
sip of coffee then headed inside.  The side door to her home was unlocked
as she told me it would be.  Her house wasn't huge, probably about 1500
square feet but it was dirty, dishes were piled high, stuff piled on the
counters and this was just the kitchen.  The floor needed sweeping and
mopping and I had a good idea who would be forced to do that.  I found the
note on the kitchen table and sat down to read it.
   Tanya,
   I will be waking up at 9am.  I expect breakfast ready at that time,
eggs, toast, coffee and hash browns.  I also expect you knocking at my
bedroom door at 9am sharp with a tray holding my breakfast.  Until it's
time to prepare my breakfast I have a list below of things that need to be
done.  Do them quietly, you wake me up and your ass will be a red and sore.
1. Dishes.  2. Laundry (I already have the dirty clothes in the laundry
room, you can thank me for that later) 3. Clean kitchen counter top, sweep
floor.  (scrubbing floor will come later) 4. Dust entire house except my
room.  That should keep you busy till I am awake.  Also remember anytime
you complete a load of laundry I want it completely done.  Folding as well
as ironing anything that requires it, if you're not sure...Iron it. 
Because if you don't iron something and I decide it should be ironed I will
consider that disobedience.  You can hang stuff in the laundry room until I
awaken then you can hang it in my closet.  I know this is your day off but
since you agreed to help me today your on my time, so while you're on my
time, you do as I say, I will have a few rules for the day that I will give
you when you wake me.  Get to work now, this place needs to be spotless and
prepared for my party later if it's not you will get to meet my new toy
more often than you already are scheduled to.
   Miss Melissa
   I had no idea what the last part meant, toy?  Meet more than scheduled
to?  At this point there was no use wondering, I had to get busy.  Maids
dress and heels tottering in the kitchen I got to work.
   By the time her breakfast was ready, on a serving tray and I was walking
up to her door, my feet were in there usual state of pain.  I assumed I
would get used to wearing heels but a couple days weren't the proper time
frame for that to occur.  I knocked lightly on the door and heard no
answer; I waited a minute and knocked a little louder.  I waited a moment
and just before the third knock heard her say, "Come in." I opened the door
with the tray balancing in one hand and moved to her bed side.  She sat up,
smug smile, and said.  "Well well, breakfast in bed from my maid, I could
get used to this.  Put the tray here Tanya." I dutifully replied with my
standard "Yes Miss Melissa." And she began to eat as I stood next to her
bed and waited, I eventually struck up the nerve to speak.  "Miss Melissa,
shall I continue working while you eat; I know time is short as your note
said.  She angrily retorted, "Hell no, while I am eating you will stand
quietly and obediently in case I need something , clean faster if you need
to later, but I won't be inconvenienced so you can spend extra time on your
tasks." I meekly and almost inaudibly agreed, "Yes Miss Melissa." She
started to lecture me about the day ahead.  "First there are some rules
you're gonna abide by today.  One is when I or my guests are eating you
will remain quiet, attentive and waiting for an order to be of service. 
You just broke that one.  Second for today while you are in my home I
expect you will show proper respect to me when you leave my presence.  The
way I expect that to be accomplished is for you to kiss either my ass or my
feet me when I dismiss you.  If my ass is accessible you will kiss that, if
not you will kiss my feet.  And by kissing I mean either both cheeks or
both feet." I was appalled, there was no way I was going to kiss this girls
ass all day today.  I said nothing just stared ahead.  Miss Melissa trying
to eat thru her wicked smile toyed with me.  "Well, Tanya aren't you
supposed to say `Yes Miss Melissa' so you acknowledge that you will do as I
command you?" I thought for a second and responded, "No Miss Melissa, I
can't agree to that, I really don't think I could kiss your ass." She
continued eating and after her next bite of eggs, continued her torment of
me.  "I see, I was afraid of that, well I guess it's time for you to meet
my new toy." She pulled out from under the covers what looked like a stick.
She explained.  "This is a cane Tanya, have you ever experienced being
caned before?" I looked at the stick and contemplated the weapon and told
her that I had no experience with it.  She smiled and said, "I understand
you don't feel like kissing my ass, however maybe I could convince you
otherwise.  Pull you panty hose down and grab your ankles." My heart sank,
I had no idea what the cane would feel like but I hated being beaten.  I
had no choice but to do as she wanted.  Grabbing my ankles was
uncomfortable, I felt vulnerable and I wasn't the most flexible person in
the world.  Miss Melissa spent the next 10 minutes enjoying her breakfast
as I stood bent over awaiting her beating.
   She finished her breakfast and got out of bed, she was completely naked
and she looked better than I had pictured in my head the many times I
thought of her.  I had always had a crush on her but my professionalism at
work prevented me from ever trying anything.  She walked to my front and
did the now familiar kneel so we were face to face.  She kissed me on the
lips and stuck her tongue down my throat, my dick hardened immediately and
she grabbed it, "I see someone around here obeys me.  Now I would stick my
ass in your face and give you a second chance but I think it would be
better to show you what will happen when you refuse to obey my commands the
first time around.  So I will give you a taste of the cane, then I will
give you a chance to worship my ass by kissing it, if you refuse again we
will use the cane to remind you of what will happen today anytime you
disobey me.  Now I had you pull your pantyhose down because I am afraid the
cane may rip them." I was trembling now.  Maybe kissing some ass wouldn't
be the worst thing in the world.  It was too late now.  I stood and waited
her lesson to be taught.
   She lifted the skirt of the maid's dress and without warning a searing
hot pain that caused me to let go of my ankles, stand up and scream.  Miss
Melissa yelled at me, "GRAB YOUR ANKLES NOW YOU LITTLE BITCH, I DIDN'T GIVE
YOU PERMISSION TO LET GO OF THEM!" I turned around and got on my knees and
begged her not to use that cane again.  She roughly grabbed me chin and got
about in inch from me, eye to eye and with all the power in the world told
me, "Oh no you had your chance you said you didn't want to kiss my ass, you
will have to finish the lesson then I will give you a chance to obey, it
will then be up to you to do as your told, right now there is no choice,
now stand up, grab your ankles and get ready for me to continue, if you
don't I will tie you down and double what you are going to get.  I really
hope I make myself clear." Defeated, I began to cry and stood up and did as
she commanded.  I knew I was beat and that I would kiss her ass or anything
else she wanted, I just would like to do it now instead of going thru the
rest of the lesson.  One swat with the cane and I knew I would be obeying
anything she said from this point on.
   She gave me 10 with the cane, It felt like 30 as it seemed to go on
forever.  When she finally stopped the only sound was my crying.  I had
never felt anything as painful as her new toy.  I stayed in the position of
grabbed ankles not daring to move until she decided I should.  She came to
my face again; I knew she enjoyed seeing the fear in my eyes and showing me
the revenge and power in hers.  She smiled and kissed me again.  I for some
unknown reason was already hard, she knew it and asked me if I liked it and
would like some more.  I begged profusely to her to not give me more and
she just said, "We will see, I am going to stand up and turn around, when I
say, you are going to kiss my ass, both cheeks and make it seem like you
enjoy it.  If you don't then we will begin again with the cane, whether you
get more is up to you." She stood and turned around and ordered me, "Tanya,
kiss my ass and show me that you worship me so much that kissing my ass is
a privilege for you." Without hesitation I kissed and kissed.  I treated
her ass like it was a prize equal to winning the lottery.  She laughed and
eventually told me to stop.  I kept my position, hands grabbing ankles, she
sat on the bed and told me fix my clothes and to kneel before her.  First
thing I noticed pulling my pantyhose up was how sore the touch of the panty
hose on my freshly beaten ass.  I then realized that we now had a new
understanding, I would do anything she asked without question.  No matter
how bad it was better than the torture she would give out.
   With our new relationship set I spent the rest of the day working as
hard and as perfect as possible, every time she walked into the room I was
reduced to a nervous wreck, as she dismissed me each time I was in her
presence I gladly kissed her ass or feet.  I was just happy not to be
receiving more punishment.  My feet hurt worse than ever but I dared not
even slow down.  She spent much of her day reading and lounging on the
couch wearing tight jeans and a t shirt.  While I tottered doing every
chore in my heels and maid's uniform.  All I could think about was her
asking if I could `help' her do the cleaning.  I guess her idea of helping
was she say the chore and I perform the chore.  As time grew closer I
sweated and worked faster and harder, I was fearing torture from her if her
party wasn't properly prepared for.  I admit if it wasn't for the extra
work of her personal service and laundry her party would have been ready
well in advance, it was not however a slaves prerogative to question the
woman he served.  As 7pm approached I was called into Miss Melissa's
bedroom as she prepared for her guests.
   "Yes Miss Melissa?" I asked after presenting myself to her.  "My guests
will be here soon.  When people are here remember on exiting my presence
you are to kiss my ass or feet, I don't care who is around.  I also would
like you to refer to me as Mistress Melissa; it shows the utmost respect.
Remember I will not hesitate to use that cane on you in front of everyone
if you give me the slightest reason to." She gave me a list of rules for
the evening.  It was explained to me that the list of rules were not open
to discussion and that after everyone left she would grade my performance
and dole out the proper punishment deserved.  I asked her what if I did a
good job, would I still be punished?  Her answer was kind of expected.  "If
you do a perfect job you will not be beaten however anything less than
perfect and the beatings increase.  I warn you though an A minus would be a
bad grade tonight so the slightest hesitation or mistake will cause you a
lot of pain." She dismissed me to finish preparations and memorize the
rules for tonight.  I kissed her ass and went to the kitchen to open the
list.  It read.
   Rules for party.  1. Everyone your boss tonight, you will refer to them
as Miss followed by their name.  You will obey any command they give you
unless I decide otherwise.  2. No one will wait more than 2 minutes for a
drink, if someone needs a drink it better be in their hands no later than 2
minutes after they order it.  3. Food on trays will be offered to guests
constantly if you aren't getting drink orders.  4. Anytime I address you
tonight you will kiss my ass upon leaving my direct presence.  5. There
will be no bathroom breaks or any other breaks during party, your full
attention will be required.  6. I may add rules anytime I see fit.
   I was really depressed about the upcoming party, would these be girls I
knew?  Just then the doorbell rang, I walked very quickly to the door and
opened it, I said as I was instructed, "Welcome to Miss Korser's
residence." I looked and it was Claire from work who immediately busted out
laughing, "Oh my god, your Melissa's servant?  Wow we have got to talk; I
might like to rent you to clean my house once in a while." She walked past
and disappeared into the living room.  No sooner than she was gone the bell
rang again.  I opened the door and there were 3 women who I didn't know. 
After they made comments and headed into the living room, I was ready to
die.  How many people are going to have immense entertainment at my
expense? I took a few steps to the living room to see if anyone needed a
drink when the bell rang for a 3rd time.  I rushed back to open it and was
shocked as Miss Jenson and Miss Owens were standing there.  They were both
smirking at me and Miss Jenson said, "I know your Melissa's bitch tonight,
but remember I am your owner, if you even think of not treating me as your
owner in front of these girls I call this all off and drag you out of here
with your ear.  I have every right to cancel your day off anytime I wish,
don't make me do that." I said, "Yes Miss Jenson" No more words were said
as they just walked by.  3 hours later, numerous humiliating tasks and
scenarios had passed and of course kissing Miss Melissa's ass at least 5
times, to which Miss Jenson thought was awesome and is considering having
me do that at home as well now that she knew that I `enjoyed' it according
to her.  The last guest leaving, it was Miss Jenson and it was getting to
be about 10 pm.  I was so looking forward to heading home and was praying
she was taking me home with her.  Miss Jenson hugged Miss Melissa and told
her, if you want have him spend the night, make sure he is up and home by
7am so he can clean my house, he has a lot to make up for after ignoring my
house today.  Miss Melissa seemed pretty excited about this and told Miss
Jenson I would be home on time.  After Miss Jenson was out the door Miss
Melissa made me kneel and told me that she was pretty happy with my
performance, she said I probably earned a B+ for my grade.  She said she
would be generous and bypass the beating and give me punishment in a
different way.  I asked her what that was?  I was told that I could clean
up the mess made by the party and she would see me then and explain.  An
hour later I was weary from a long day and was overjoyed to be done with
the work day.  I went to see her to see what punishment I would need to do
for her.  I found her in her bedroom in bed watching TV.  I kneeled before
her and told her I was completed with my work for the day.  She responded,
"Oh really, you decide your work hours and what you do?" I immediately
changed my stance.  I said, "No Miss Melissa, I didn't mean it that way, I
do as I am told." She said, "Ok excellent, well I am going to bed, for your
punishment, here is a list of things I need done, they include such stuff
as cleaning my oven, cleaning out the fridge and many other really crappy
jobs that I really don't want to do.  Thanks to Miss Jenson you have until
6am or so to get them done before you have to leave.  I know you were
probably planning on sleeping now but not on my time, she allowed me more
time here and I am going to use it.  Now while you spend all night working,
please try not to wake me.  I am tired.  Now run along and get to work
Tanya, I hope you have a good night." I said, "Miss Melissa, my feet are
aching, and am really weary from being so tired I don't think I could work
the entire night." She smiled at me and in the sweetest voice ever said,
"Oh Tanya, you're not going to have to work all night, you're going work
all night, you're going to go home and Miss Jenson is going to make you
work all day long, I doubt she is going to let you sleep while you should
be cleaning her house, no my guess is you still got about 24 straight hours
wearing those shoes.  Now get to work, I really want to sleep I have been
up since 9am." I felt sick to my stomach as I went to perform the first
task.  The next 24 hours true to form may have been the hardest of my life.
Miss Jenson gave me no relief and I knew the following week might be a
repeat.  End of Part 10 
  
Change of Plans Part 10 (Femdom)