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 Her Present
   Part 8
   That day was miserable, the punishment, "Block time" as Mistress
Jennifer called it left him with severely cramped and fatigued legs and
arms.  The rest of his work day he had to push thru the pain, the fatigue
never had a chance to wear off.  It was a day of extremely hard scrubbing
and cleaning, walls, woodwork and other non standard cleaning items. 
Combined with 4 hours extra of work, 3 due to her decision yesterday and 1
to make up for his time he was in block time.  Along with the 3:30am wakeup
call and the day was almost a full 24 hours of straight work.  He received
a 5 minute bathroom break 3 times and 2, 10 minute breaks to eat; his only
time spent off his feet were while sitting on the toilet.  Even the 10
minute food breaks were spent standing today.  She could see the pained
look on his face but explained to him that there was just too much work to
do today for him the luxury of a relaxing break.  That of course didn't
stop her from having him stand and available while she ate her wonderful
dinner.  He wanted to say "I thought we don't have time for me to stand
around not cleaning today." He knew that would bring on her fury and he was
no match for that.  She went to bed at 11pm and gave him a list of tasks
that had to be completed before he was allowed to sleep, it was nearly 3am
before his head hit the pillow.
   Unfortunately his sleep only lasted 2 hours, today was the day of the
party and even though the house was perfect he still had a ton of work to
do.  Before she awoke he spent his time cleaning her sterling silver
utensils in preparation for tonight.
   After her breakfast she gave him some more last minute cleaning items to
do while she went to the store for food for tonight.  When she came back he
unloaded the car and began the long preparation of food for the party. 
While he worked without break preparing food her time was spent getting her
hair and nails done, a massage and getting some other pampering items
accomplished, she loved to brag to the people taking care of her how she
was having a huge party tonight and this was her contribution to prepare
for it, that her slave was doing everything else.  Marissa, her hair
dresser, made a deal with her for reduced cost of service in exchange for a
house cleaning in the near future.  Having a slave was getting better all
the time.
   Michelle was exhausted by the time evening arrived.  Guests would be
coming soon and he was nervous, soon all her friends would see him dressed
in women's clothes and completely at the mercy of his owner, there could be
nothing lower in the world than to be the slave of this demented girl.
   Mistress Jennifer called Michelle in to her room and said she had to
speak to him, this meant he took his place kneeling as she sat in a
comfortable chair doing her makeup.  She began.
   "Michelle, tonight as you know I am having a party, I have invited all
my friends as well as many of your old co-workers, and they will get to see
you in your new life tonight.  I know that will be embarrassing for you and
I am concerned that there will be a subconscious thought on your part to
try to save some dignity.  Doing that will cause you even more
embarrassment, there is no way for you to escape the humiliation of what
you are so don't try, do exactly as I or anyone else tells you and when
that urge comes to save some face, forget it, it will end badly for you.  I
will pick out a place for you to stand and wait for people to need
something.  If you see someone out of something you better recognize it and
approach them and ask if you can serve them.  If I find too many people
have to call you to get service there will be trouble.  Besides asking them
if they need something, and saying yes ma'am when you take care of their
requests there should be no talking unless you are asked a question.  I
really have no problem bending you over my knee in front of everyone and
spanking you until you cry, so don't give me a reason to do it.  I think
one thing I can do to help you is to give you an outfit that will leave no
doubt in anyone mind who is in charge."
   She walked to her closet and opened in and pulled out a clothing bag. 
Laying it on the bed and unzipping it made him nervous as he could not see
what it was from his kneeling position, she grabbed a couple of bags and
boxes, opened them and laid everything out, the suspense of what he had to
wear was demoralizing.  She finally finished and had him stand to witness
his party outfit.  He was shocked, it was a bright pink dress that looked
like something from a bad wedding.  Poofy and made of satin with matching
4" heels as well as light pink hose and all the undergarments to boot.  His
mouth dropped and he felt he was unable to speak.  She said to him.
   "I know what you're thinking, thank you Mistress Jennifer, well you can
do that after the party.  I think when you are wearing this and answer the
door to you past co-workers there won't be any doubt in mind who is owned
by whom and to what extent of your fall from grace.  Now my guests will be
here in 30 minutes I expect you dressed and waiting by the front door to
let them in when they arrive."
   He was extremely nervous as he stood at the door waiting for the first
guests.  This dress was uncomfortable, hard to move in, and the slightest
spill of anything guaranteed it would land on the dress and seal his fate.
Mistress Jennifer warned him that he was there to serve and to look
appropriate.  A spot on his dress would not reflect every well on Mistress
Jennifer.  The shoes had a pencil thin heel and he knew this would give him
more trouble than normal.  The shoes were also tighter than the normal ones
he wore, he assumed this was by design and his feet were hurting from the
tight fit already.
   Mistress Jennifer relaxed in the basement rec room where the party would
be.  She sat on a bar stool and was sipping a drink and watching the game
on the screen.  She wore a tight pair of jeans and a shirt that showed off
her assets.  She had some strappy sandals and thought she looked pretty
damn good.  The favorite part of her outfit was her explanation to her
slave that she picked his outfit because today was a dressy event and he
needed to be over dressed compared to the guests to show respect.  The look
on his face when he saw her in jeans was awesome.  She simply said to him,
"Hey, it's going to be a busy night, no reason not to be comfortable."
   The first ring of the bell occurred and he almost threw up.  He had no
idea who stood beyond the door.  He took a deep breath and opened the door,
curtseyed and said, "Welcome to Miss Robbins home, please follow me." The
giggling was quite evident and before he turned around to lead them to the
basement he knew that in front of him were 3 girls he used to work with. 
Kelly, Amber and Sue, before he could lead them Amber said.
   "Mike stop, I want to take a look at you." Michelle responded.
   "Miss Amber, my name is Michelle, I will lead you to Mistress Jennifer
now." The girls giggled and Kelly burst into laughter saying.
   "Did he just call you Miss Amber?  Wow that's awesome, Mikey...or I mean
Michelle, do you like wearing your new clothes, maybe we can discuss the
joys of wearing a bra one day." More laughter broke out and Michelle felt
the warmth of his blushing face swell.  He led them to the basement and
presented them to Mistress Jennifer.  Jennifer hugged each then turned her
attention to her slave.
   "Get your ass upstairs slave, there will be more guests soon and I don't
want them waiting, now move it." He curtsied, eeked out "Yes Mistress
Jennifer." And was half up the stairs when he heard one of the girls say.
   "Wow he really is your slave, I love what you have done with him."
Jennifer replied.
   "Trust me you haven't seen anything yet." He could count the distinct
laughter of all 4 girls.  Why not there was no reason to worry of his
feelings, he was powerless to do anything about it.  His dress proved that
he had no choices in life now.
   Soon everyone was present, including Kim from the mall, Amy from the
restaurant, more co workers, about 10 in total, Jennifer's evil sister
Caroline who was responsible for Michelle's new life, Dianna Jennifer's
younger sister, and the girl whose room he was using now, Marissa, Mistress
Jennifer's hair dresser and some of her friends how he did not know in any
fashion.  However the people who were giving him the most uneasy feeling
were his two past girlfriends who were both invited by Mistress Jennifer.
Kaylee and Kayla, he was dating Kayla until about 2 weeks prior to his
arrest.  She dumped him in a fit of anger when he one day mistakenly called
her Kaylee.  It was for the better anyways.  He really thought of her as
materialistic, selfish, a mean person and always bitchy.  However compared
to Mistress Jennifer she was Mother Theresa though.  She was currently
having a good time making him very uncomfortable.  She told him on one
occasion when he returned with a drink for her.
   "This is how you should have been when we were together, oh if I had you
for a day, I would so teach you the lesson of your life." He gulped at this
comment as he knew he would soon be lent out to her friends.  She had other
comments to him about being where he belonged and giving him some snide
compliments about his choice of clothing for the evening.
   Kaylee on the other had was his first love, she was having a difficult
time as she didn't like seeing him like this, each time he offered to get
her something she felt guilty and would say no thanks.  He remembered the
times with Kaylee as the best of his life; they were even engaged for a bit
before he broke it off feeling he wasn't ready for a lifetime commitment.
Looking back now the lifetime commitment Kaylee offered was a much better
option than the lifetime commitment Mistress Jennifer demanded of him. 
Right now he wished he could go to her arms and be back to those days.
   As the party wore on Mistress Jennifer spared no expense to embarrass
him, telling the partygoers among many things, that he had to sit while
peeing now as it wouldn't be very lady like to stand, that he wasn't
allowed to eat, drink or go to the bathroom without her permission and of
course that he loved to stand in the corner in his high heels while she
watched TV and relaxed.  He kept serving and tried to just accept this and
ignore it.
   As the party was drawing to an end Michelle was slowly getting
encouraged that the worst was over.  Mistress Jennifer stood up and spoke
to everyone at the party.
   "Hi everyone, it's now game time.  We are going to have a contest." As
she said this she was passing out a small piece of paper with a pen to each
guest.  After everyone was supplied she went on.
   "Ok, first I need two volunteers to loan me their purses." Kelly and
Marissa gladly answered first.  Jennifer placed them on a table and asked
everyone to test the weight of them.  Not explaining why the guests did so
but seemed a bit confused.  After each guest did so and were back to their
seats she went on but not before glancing at the scared slave who knew
somehow this would not be a fun game for him.
   "Here is how the game works.  My slave is going hold the purses, one in
each hand and he is going to extend his arms sideways perpendicular to his
body and parallel to the ground.  He is going to do that for 5 minutes. 
Now I am not sure how long he will last but if he doesn't last the full 5
minutes then he will receive one swat from a weapon of my choosing for each
5 seconds under the 5 minute time limit."
   Amber interrupted, "What's the paper and pen for."
   Jennifer chuckled.  "Easy Amber, I am getting to that part.  Each of you
will guess at the length of his time that he will last.  Write your time
down on the paper with your name on it.  The girl closest who is third
closest will be allowed to administer the punishment....if there is any. 
The two closest will be my first two customers.  For those of you who don't
what I mean each Monday and Thursday while I am at work my slave will be
cleaning someone's house and just serving their needs.  Whoever is closest
gets him this Monday and whoever is second get's him Thursday." The room
burst into cheers and high fives.  The girls began asking questions to
Jennifer.
   Marissa asked, "Can I beat his ass while he is working for me?"
   Jennifer laughed, "Of course it's your prerogative to beat a slave in
your service."
   Kim asked, "Do I have to give him breaks, I have a ton of work that
needs to be done."
   Jennifer quipped, "Breaks are only for rewards, if you don't think he
deserves one or if it doesn't fit your time schedule he certainly isn't
entitled to one."
   Kayla then asked, "If I win can I make him perform the work with a dildo
stuck up his ass and one in his mouth."
   Jennifer's mouth dropped open, "Oh my god, I never thought of that, what
a great idea.  Of course you can, whatever you can do to make his cleaning
more difficult feel free, just don't give him extra time because you make
his work more difficult it goes against what I am training him to do."
   Soon they were ready to begin.  The guesses were all recorded and folded
up in a nice neat pile in front of Mistress Jennifer.
   She spoke to her property.  "Ok slave grab the purses, the timer
begins....now." He lifted the purses to the proper position and the girls
began hooting, hollering and cheering on.  Of course part of the fun, for
the girls, not the slave mind you, was knowing the slave had no idea how
much time was left in the 5 minute torture period.  The first two minutes
went without fanfare for the slave.  As the 3rd minute finished his arms
started to tremble.  This made the girls yell and cheer more.  One of the
girls yelled out.
   "Look that has got to be pure hell doing that."
   Mistress Jennifer said, "Yeah it's supposed to, he has no idea right now
if he has one minute or 3 to go, its part of the fun for me.  Besides, I
don't feel a thing I could have him do this all day without any bother."
The girls all chuckled.
   Michelle needed a clue on how much time was left.  None was coming but
he couldn't hold out any longer.  Finally his left arm dropped and Mistress
Jennifer yelled,
   "Time!  Congrats slave you made it 4 minutes and 16 seconds.  That means
you were 44 seconds short, round it to 45 and that means 9 swats for the
lucky 3rd place winner.  Slave put the purses down and back to service
while I calculate who gets to own your ass this week." Jennifer spent the
next few nervous minutes writing, figuring and soon she had her winners.
   "Ok here are the results.  Third place with 4 minutes and 35 seconds or
off by 19 seconds goes to Kim, you get to administer the punishment." Kim
was a bit disappointed but still it was better than nothing.
   Second place with a time of 4:05 or off by 11 seconds goes
to.....Kayla." She jumped up and ran to Michelle's face looked him in the
eyes and said.
   "Looks like I get to stick something in you then send you off to clean;
it will be a reverse of our past won't it." The girls all got big kick out
of this.  Michelle's heart dropped if there was anyone here he didn't want
to be forced to obey is Kayla.  He immediately began dreading Thursday.
   Mistress Jennifer broke his concentration.  "And the winner is with a
time of 4:15 and only off by one second is.....Amy." More cheers, high
fives and laughter.  Jennifer asked her.
   "Congrats Amy, the day after tomorrow you will be the first person that
gets to use him.  Do you have anything to say to him?"
   "Yes, Michelle, you spent some time cleaning my restaurant and know how
hard I worked you there, I promise you that will be a cake walk compared to
Monday, I hope you get a good night's sleep before you are dropped off."
More cheers and jeers.  Mistress Jennifer spoke again.
   "Amy, he won't get enough sleep that I can promise you, way too much
stuff for him to do and last I checked he can't clean while sleeping.  Now
Amy and you also Kayla, I will drop him off at about 7am on your day and
will pick him up around 6pm.  Now there is one last thing to take care of.
Part of him serving my friends is that each night before he is off to serve
someone he has to call that person and ask what color uniform he needs to
wear during his service.  Just today picked out 7 frilly, maids uniforms
for him in assorted colors.  Complete with matching 5" heels.  The colors
are Black, Red, Baby Blue, Hot Pink, Purple, Yellow and Pale Pink.  Slave
instead of calling this week, why don't you ask each of your future
employers what color you should wear to serve them, make it convincing that
you are sincere or I will add to Kim's fun she will get in a few minutes."
   Michelle went to Amy and kneeled before her he asked, "Miss Amy, what
color uniform shall I wear when I serve you on Monday?"
   She thought and answered, "Yellow is my favorite color, wear that,
besides I think you will look absolutely feminine and ridiculous in that."
   "Yes Miss Amy." Was his reply, he moved over to Kayla and asked the same
question to her.
   Her answer was like a knife jabbing into his gut.  "Purple Bitch, it
will match the color of the dildo I am going to shove up your ass, maybe if
you're lucky I will allow you to lube it up with your mouth before I shove
it up you little ass hole."
   "Yes Miss Kayla." Kayla mocked him and said.
   "Yes Miss Kayla, oh you are so going to be my bitch on Thursday, I hope
you are ready.  Because I am going to be ready for you, remember when we
were together and you said you left the dishes pile in the sink because you
didn't like doing them, I hope you try that Thursday."
   Jennifer said, "Ok, grab your ankles, Kim will teach you a lesson now."
   He immediately grabbed his ankles and waited with the vulnerable feeling
of what will happen next.  Kim grabbed a cane, went to his back, pulled the
dress up and tossed it over his head from behind.  She then pulled down his
pantyhose and panties and took her spot, without warning she gave him 9
hard swats, being a softball player she could swing a weapon.  The slave
gasped from the pain and Kim felt energized.  When she was done she tossed
the cane to the ground and said.
   "Put your pretty dress on properly, pick up the cane, put it away and
get back to serving us."
   Thru tears he completed the task she ordered and felt worse than ever.
Just when he thought about it not being able to get worse Mistress Jennifer
always seemed to surprise him.
   The last guest left at 1am and Mistress Jennifer yawned, "Slave I am
going to bed, before you go to bed, I want all the dishes washed and put
away by hand from the party, I want the entire basement to look like no one
was here and the kitchen cleaned as well.  Set your alarm for 5am as usual,
its Sunday so make sure you are dressed in your Sunday best, a nice suit
would be appropriate.  Since you are cleaning tonight there won't be
anything to do in the morning so you can write: `I am the slave of Mistress
Jennifer Robbins, I will gladly serve her for eternity.' I would like you
to write that 300 times and have my breakfast ready at 10am tomorrow; I am
really tired and need an extra hour of sleep.  Make sure you leave your
nice dress on while you clean.  Now get to work slave." She turned and left
him to curtsey to her back as she left the room.
   His response was to say, "But 300 times Mistress Jennifer?" She turned
the corner left the room and the only thing he heard was the words.  "Make
it 500 now, if you want more just say one more word."
   He spent the next two hours working his ass off, the dress made it near
impossible to clean and washing all the dishes by hand was completely a
waste of time with the dishwasher right to his side.  Of course he had no
choice but to do as she said what made it worse was another night of 2
hours of sleep was in front of him.  She was such a relentless bitch
instead of allowing him to catch up on a little sleep she was going to make
him wake up after 2 lousy hours of sleep, not because she needed some work
done but because she wanted him to write 500 useless sentences.  He also
knew that when it came time to write them he would be doing them while
standing.  No chance he was sitting again on her time.
   End of Part 8 
  
Her Present- Part 8 (Femdom)