Lady Of The Manor

By

Nikki Kernovii
(FD,TG)

DAY ONE : ARRIVAL (Thursday)
The house was set back from the tiny country road by a long
gravel driveway. The entrance was fairly narrow and unless you
knew it was there, it would be easy to miss. The house itself was
reasonably attractive. One of the smaller styles built during the
Georgian era. 3 stories, red brick, large windows, and big oak
doors.
I tried to estimate the number of rooms, but couldn't tell by
looking, which rooms might have had two windows, which none at
all.
I knew that appearances could be deceptive, in houses as well as
people. Indeed that was why, as I walked towards the door, I did
so with some trepidation.
Today, I knew, was going to be a deceptive day.
. . . . .
My wife had smiled smugly that day. (How long ago was it?).
She suggested that we visit her best friend. I quite liked her
friend Paula.
In fact at one point I had liked her a bit too much, you could
say. Sarah and I had one of our few blazing rows, when I had
tried and, to be fair to me, failed to get a kiss from the rather
delectable Paula.  (Well all right it was perhaps a bit more than
a kiss).
Although Sarah had been to stay with Paula occasionally since
then, both she and Paula had seemed to prefer me not being there.
On my few contacts with Paulas' husband Roger, he had seemed a
bit drippy, or pre-occupied. I had never really taken to him. I
gathered that he was reasonably well off, but even with my
mercenary streak I had never bothered to make the effort to
become friends.
Consequently I was a bit surprised at Sarah's suggestion of
possibly staying there for a long weekend. I knew she had been
friends with Paula for many years before she had met me, and they
had remained very close. I knew Sarah wrote and rang regularly
and that the two of them shared most things with each other. I
guess I never really did know her opinion of Roger.

Still...
Business had been fairly good recently, and we had just got over
a fairly hectic deal that had meant a lot of late evenings, and
some sleepless nights too. I felt that we were safe in having a
few days off, and we could do with a break.
I felt sure I could have thought of several better ways to spend
the time.
We planned to visit Sarah's friend for the weekend, then continue
on, in the same general direction, and tour for the rest of the
week, with a possible continuation for another week, if our money
and/or the weather held up.

We both left work early on the Thursday, and after a little over
an hours' drive, we pulled up the drive to Paula and Roger's
house.
Paula welcomed us, and, very formally, showed us to our room. It
was a spacious, high ceilinged, bedroom on the first floor,
containing a giant, double bed, and some very tasteful antique
furniture. A large sash window looked out over the side gardens.
After settling in we went down to supper. This was tasty, and
tasteful, enough, though I quickly got bored of the conversation,
and phased out.
What did interest me was the young, Latin looking lady, dressed
in classical black and white maid's uniform who served the meal.
I hadn't even known they had a maid.
She curtseyed and served but never spoke throughout the whole
meal.
My eyes followed her round the table. Her skirt did seem a little
short for the classical style. it was only just within the bounds
of decency. As she served Paula I caught an occasional glimpse of
lacy stocking top.
Most pleasant.
Certainly more interesting than the conversation.
After coffee and port Paula dismissed the maid, and the girls,
still chattering, went off somewhere to natter together. Roger
smiled weakly and disappeared off somewhere to drip, so I sat in
the lounge and watched the box.
The evening film was quite a saucy French romp and quite horny.
The Ten o'clock news was the cue for the girls to return, with
glasses and a bottle of brandy. It was only as she bent to pour
the drinks, and I found myself staring at the shape of the minute
knickers Paula had on underneath,  that I became aware of just
how skin-tight Paula's trousers were. I felt the rush of blood to
my face as well as other parts of me.
She handed me my drink and smiled. I tried not to blush.
We watched, sipped, and chatted a little, until Sarah announced
it was past her bedtime.
I was surprised when later, Sarah gave me a quick kiss and turned
over to sleep, completely ignoring my cuddles, and leaving me
frustrated. (Most unusual for her.)

 DAY TWO : SET-UP (Friday)

The next day at breakfast, Roger said that he was going to be
tied up working for most of the day. (I still had no idea what he
did and I didn't get a chance to ask him.) He excused himself and
left the kitchen.
Sarah announced that she and Paula wanted to visit another old
school friend in the area, and that all things considered they
would rather go alone.
I looked on bemused and felt rather left out.
I could have said something but in the end, they all went about
their business and I was left to amuse myself.
After we had cleared away the breakfast things, I stood in the
living room watching Sarah walk up to Paula, who was waiting with
a strange gingered haired girl by the car. The ginger haired girl
sat in the driver's seat and drove the three of them off down the
drive way.
That left me alone.
After making myself a few cups of tea and reading most of the
Friday papers, I got bored and set about exploring the house,
which I had hardly seen anything of.
From near the kitchen I found a small stairway, obviously in
former times a servant's passage. I was surprised as I worked my
way round, floor by floor, to find several, indeed most, doors
locked.
In one of the few open rooms there were book shelves lining the
room. Books from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, leaving no room
for a window. I ventured and browsed for some time, skimming some
of the titles, taking the odd book out to glance through it, only
to replace it as I spied something else. There was a lot of the
usual stuff. Shakespeare, Dickens etc. Most of the "Classics"
really.
There was a whole shelf of Latin and Greek translations. I didn't
flinch at Plato, Catulus, Pliny or, interestingly, Sappho.
Amongst these I discovered hidden, a handful of magazines. Not
the sort of
magazines' one would expect to find in, for example, a dentist
waiting room.
No indeed.
Not the sort of magazines I had expected to find here either.
I gave a redeeming thought in Roger's direction, as I sat and
perused a few of them for a while,
After a while I was getting extremely horny, and pushing down a
terrific lump in my trousers.
I decided to head back to the bedroom to enjoy a quite read in
more comfortable surroundings, and yes, even at that stage I was
contemplating some solitary games, to relieve the disappointment
of the night before.

On the way to the stairs I passed a door that I didn't recall
being open before. But it must have been and I just hadn't
noticed it. Maybe because I had previously been going the other
way.
Whatever!
I noticed it now, because just inside the door, on a radiator,
was a pair of minute white panties. Obviously Paula's. They were
small and soft and with a semi see-through front triangular panel
with pretty 'broderie Anglais' decoration.
Don't ask me why a scrap of material should make any difference,
but I have always been somewhat fascinated by female
underclothes, and found them a terrific sexual turn on.
During our love making, my wife sometimes wore some sexy undies
and I always got far more exited than when she wanted to be
naked.
Well no.!
That is not strictly true!
Now that I think about it, I have got some ideas as to the reason
why. But as it fits in more usefully elsewhere in this story, I
will tell that tale later.
Seeing those rather nice knickers at that moment, I couldn't help
imagining Paula wearing them. Her little hairs peeking through
the broderie anglais pattern.
I picked them up and held them to my face. They were soft and
sensual and I could vaguely smell the scent of woman. I held them
and took them with me to my room.
I was soon sitting on the bed with my trousers open, my rod
sticking out like a tent pole, as I stroked it with the knickers,
whilst reading one of the magazines.
I was getting really quite carried away when there was sudden
noise.
So sudden that I was disturbed in what I was doing and alert to
any other noises.
I leapt off the bed, pulled my clothes back on and stuffed the
magazine and knickers under the mattress. Then went to
investigate the noise.
I searched the house, those bits that were open, but found
nothing unusual, until I came to a room in the annex next to the
kitchen. I could hear noises and put my eye to the keyhole to
investigate.
The room on the other side was small and bare with a small
cupboard and a few hangers and not much else.
In the middle of the room stood the girl who had served the meal
the night before, only now she was absolutely stark naked. She
stood displaying her small, but perfect body for all..  Well..
for me to see.
She really was perfect. Tight, pert, upwardly pointing breasts,
with large brown nipples. Slim, flat waist, gently rounded hips
and a pert bottom, good enough to eat. And all in a smooth, even,
honey coloured skin that showed no light patches from sunbathing
with clothes. She had a thick, but neat, bush of dark hair
surrounding her pudenda. I was stunned. She was gorgeous.
I watched her, in awe as she got dressed in her little maid's
uniform.
I continued watching until she came towards the door and I darted
out of the way, then watched her go to the kitchen and start
clearing things up.  I watched her for a while.
As she opened a cupboard under the sink, I noticed that she bent
at the waist, keeping her knees stiff. It meant I had a lovely
view of her panties covered bottom. She turned and caught me
staring at her, and smiled.
I turned away quickly, embarrassed. And fumbled the door open and
went out into the garden.
I sat down on the bench by the patio and found myself staring
straight at the washing line.
Now I know it's not good manners to look too closely at other
people's washing, but here were displayed a range of underwear
that would do 'M & S' proud. Bras, panties, suspender belts and
stockings, Basques, teddies, camisoles and French knickers. At
least two dozen items.
I sat and day dreamed for a while, as I imagined Paula, whose
clothes I assumed them to be, wearing each one in turn.
Some of them were very small. Some less revealing but, I mused,
would probably be equally sensual. I found myself getting very
horny again. I sat there frustrated for a while until I was
surprised by Paula calling out from the door 'Did I want a
coffee?'
I grimaced and went inside.
The maid was not there.
"Back already ?" I asked, wondering where my wife was.
"Yes I've left Sarah there, she'll be back later."
Having filled the kettle and switched it on, she left the room.
When she re-appeared she had removed her coat, revealing her
tight trousers stretched across her well-rounded bottom. The cut
of her knickers showed clearly through, indeed from the front,
the folds of her pussy were fairly visible too. The trousers were
very tight.
Her blouse was also undone to the fourth button and her small
white bra barely hid her assets. I sat down quickly to hide the
lump in my trousers.
She made us both coffee and sat down opposite me at the kitchen
table, leaning forward to hold her cup, thus showing me even more
of her pretty cleavage. I looked deep into my drink, and kept
taking surreptitious glances in her direction, but she sat
casually as if nothing was amiss.
When she had finished, she plonked the cup on the table in front
of me as she stood up. "Wash the cups " she said simply and
walked off.
I was a little startled by this, but then thought,  'After all
she made the drinks I should wash up.'
But somehow her manner had not seemed right towards someone who
was after all, a guest.
I had just finished washing and wiping the cups when Paula
re-appeared, this time in a very short white tennis skirt and
tight white 'Fred Perry' shirt.
She had very nice legs.
I watched as she went out to the tennis court and practised with
the serving machine. I enjoyed it when she bent over to pick up
the loose balls to fill the machine up again, as she always
seemed to bend towards the machine, which was away from me, and I
could see the skirt ride up over her cute bottom revealing her
frilly panties and gorgeous long legs.
My lump refused to go away.
I watched her for nearly half an hour, until she finished, came
inside, and went for a shower.
From the vantage of the bench in the garden there looked to be
two people in the bathroom. I was intrigued and went to
investigate.
When I found the room that, from all the twists and turns and
levels in the house, was not easy, I looked through the keyhole.
Paula was standing, obviously fresh out of the shower, being
towelled dry by the maid, who was kneeling in front of her.
I was shocked, stunned, and in awe all at once.
As I stood up to shake my head,  I heard the door being opened
and dived out of the way quickly.
I was heading back to the bedroom when I saw Paula. She had
obviously finished her shower, and was walking back to her room
stark naked, with only a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Her
buttocks wobbled in a most delicious way as she walked. Following
a few paces behind her was the maid carrying her clothes.
I nearly gagged.
Everything about this woman and this place was driving me to
distraction.
I had no peace that afternoon as Paula soon had me helping her
preparing the supper. She was a bit more modestly dressed, in
plain black mid-length skirt, albeit split to the thigh. And semi
see-through white blouse, but she was still distracting.
Sarah came back late in the afternoon and chipped in with the
helping.
Roger arrived back as we were about to serve dinner.
The food was good and the general air of conversation was light
and interesting. Though at this point I cannot remember anything
specifically, somehow there was a tension. Not the sort of
tension you find in a house where the man and wife have had an
argumen, but a sort of 'Something may be about to happen'
tension. I could not place it, and nobody said anything that may
indicate the feeling. After a while I tried to ignore it.
After dinner Roger asked me to help him with the clearing away,
'To let the girls chatter.' He said in a whisper to me.

We cleared up, cleaned, dried, tidied and prepared for tomorrow.
During this the girls had returned to the kitchen and sat, still
talking, at the pine table. Paula's split skirt falling open
revealing her stocking tops and sensual long legs. It was then
that I noticed Sarah had on a similar skirt that also showed off
a lot of, exciting leg. It didn't help me concentrate on the
dishes. Eventually we joined them, played a few rounds of cards,
drank, and made small talk until bedtime.
After a few minutes of gentle petting in bed, Sarah again kissed
me, turned over and was soon asleep.
I know this was a strange house, but that didn't usually inhibit
her. I lay for ages with visions of Paula's legs and bottom,
before eventually falling into a fitful sleep.



DAY THREE : SURPRISE (Saturday)

The next morning, after an uneventful breakfast, the girls went
off together, arm in arm, head to head down the road, for a long
walk.
I soon lost Roger and wondered about the house again. Everywhere
it was beautifully decorated, and usually in a truly apt style.
Just occasionally there would be odd little things though, that
didn't quite fit in with the otherwise, perfect image of a
country house. In one room I found a painting, hanging over the
fireplace, of an almost naked woman draped along a 'chaise-long'.

It wasn't obvious, but the resemblance to Paula was enough to
make one think.
And think !!
On the wall in the same room was a large photograph of Paula,
dressed in a VERY provocative manner, holding hands with a ginger
haired girl dressed in an almost similarly provocative style. The
other girl, whom I did not recognise, but whose features I
thought, looked vaguely familiar, was not as attractive, though
still quite good looking. Her make-up set off her green yes to
good effect. And she was certainly dressed to attract.
On a shelf nearby I found a bound book that had the leathery
smell of a really old quality book. The pictures inside were
amazing reproductions of prints by Beardsley. I had vaguely heard
of him but never really noticed his pictures. I was fascinated
and sat and read and admired the pictures for a long time until I
heard noises. I replaced the book and went to investigate.

I searched again and could find no-one in the house.
I made myself a cool drink then sat in the garden for a while, at
peace with the greenery and flowers.
I looked around for signs of Roger or the girls, then In their
absence, remembered the magazine and went back to the bedroom.
I settled myself down in the bedroom and opened the magazine
again.
A few minutes later I was so horny I thought I would explode if I
didn't do something about it soon. Thus I soon had my trousers
down and the tiny knickers I had "borrowed" wrapped round my
throbbing pole.

Suddenly there was a noise. The door opened and there was the
maid, looking at me somewhat startled.
I just about had the good sense to hide my open trousers with
Sarah's pillow.
The maid curtseyed, eyes lowered in deference, then came into the
bedroom and started tidying up.
As she cleared the floor she bent over, again bending at the
waist, keeping her knees locked. Her skirt rose up over her
beautiful bottom.
The she came over and pointed to the bed. I nodded. My throat to
dry to allow me to speak. I was not at all sure what I was
nodding to.
She reached down and pulled the pillow away. Before I could
strengthen my grip and hold it, she had lifted it away.
My pole burst into view. She dropped the pillow as her hands shot
to her open mouth and she stared at me. Then before I even had a
chance to hide myself again, she was kneeling on the floor beside
me, and had my cock in her mouth.
I wanted to protest.
I wanted to be embarrassed.
I wanted to be shocked.
I wanted her to continue.
The feelings were too nice, after the long period of frustration.
She was an expert. She had a tongue that was everywhere.
I relaxed, groaning against the bed. She kept licking me, taking
the whole shaft into her mouth, then nibbling at me, then taking
the shaft out and licking round the head. Every time I thought I
was about to explode, she would nibble more firmly round the
head, so that it wasn't painful exactly, but it stopped the
tingling feeling. Then she would start the whole thing all over
again.
I have no idea how much later it was, that I found myself, laying
back on the bed, with my trousers slid off my feet, my shirt
open, the maid straddling me, pushing my shirt off my arms. My
still throbbing cock under her short skirt, pressing
provocatively against a panty covered mound. I was too worked up
to think of anything but, how lovely, this mysterious lady was.
She stood up and slid her knickers down her legs, then came back
to the bed and straddled my face, giving me an unhindered view of
her lush pussy. I inhaled deeply of her aroma and returned her
compliment of kissing her there. I kissed her several times and
was just edging towards her little button when suddenly she got
up and ran from the room.
Without thinking I ran after her. I shot from the bed and out the
door to follow her. But she was already gone.
I quickly went back to the bedroom and went to pick up some
clothes. The only things that I could see, were her little frilly
maids knickers. I had just picked them up when I heard a noise
and as I turned, saw a shadow fleeting across the wall outside
the room.
I dashed from the room to look. I edged round the corner to look
down the corridor.  There was nobody in sight.
When I looked back, the bedroom door had swung quietly shut. I
quickly jumped back and tried turning the door handle to open the
door.
Nothing happened. The handle turned round and round but the door
would not open. I pushed. I tried pressing my shoulder up against
it, but it would not move. I spent several minutes pushing at it,
lifting the door, nearly kicking it. Anything I could think of,
but nothing seemed to work.
I stopped to think of another way in.

I was standing in a corridor in a strange house, stark, bollock
naked.
After a few minutes blankness on the thought front, I heard a
noise like someone walking down the corridor towards me.
I had no choice. My only escape was the nearby servants stairs
towards the kitchen. Surely nobody used that on a day to day
basis. I crept down it as quietly as I could and found myself in
the utility room next to the kitchen.
 I could see someone in the kitchen, as I neared I could see it
was Sarah. I didn't know whether to be glad or embarrassed. As it
 was I had just decided to burst in and ask her for help when I
heard, and then saw someone else through the frosted glass.
Someone I did not recognise.
There were heavy footsteps on the stairs.
'Oh No.' Someone was following me down.
My only way out was the back door to the workshop and garden. I
had to go that way.
I hid in the cold workshop, hoping the owner of the heavy feet
would go on into the kitchen, so that I could creep back up the
stairs. I couldn't see the person, but could hear them reach the
bottom of the stairs, open the kitchen door and greet the person
in the kitchen. The person left the separating door wide open.
A few seconds later I heard Paula greeting Sarah.
"Anyone seen Nick ?" she asked.
"No "
"He must have gone for a walk or something."
"You were back first. Haven't you seen him ?"
"No " said Paula.
"Oh well... Shall we get lunch ?" Paula asked
"Oh yes that would be nice ?" Sarah replied.
I stood there shivering for half an hour, as the women moved
round the kitchen, and several times came out to within feet of
me in the utility room.
The time gave me the opportunity to think.
In retrospect it was a good thing I hadn't burst in on Sarah.
She knew and didn't object to my frequently playing with myself,
but I doubt if she would have been quite so tolerant of what I
had been doing that morning.
No!
I had to get back to that room and get dressed quickly.
On my own.
Just when the noises quietened down I peeked round the door to
see Sarah and her "Friend" and Paula coming towards the utility
room.
I had no choice.
I ducked out the side door into the garden, hoping against hope
that there was no way I could be seen from anywhere else.
I had just hidden round the corner when the girls came out and
sat on the patio with their cups of tea.
I stood there in despair.
About quarter of an hour later I heard another voice that I soon
identified as that of Roger, and he had a very well spoken
companion with him. When I listened through the drumming of the
blood in my ears I thought the voice sounded familiar. I very
carefully peeked round the corner of the utility room. Roger and
his visitor were talking to the girls on the patio, and the sight
confirmed my fears. The extra voice belonged to a client of my
company. A very important client.
In extreme desperation I might have exposed myself to Sarah and
possibly Paula. If absolutely necessary I might have done so to
Roger. But I would rather have died than be seen like I was by
this guy of all people.
They stood drinking and chattering for ages.
Why couldn't they just go away?
Through the general gossip I overheard the client talking to
Paula, Sarah and her friend and Roger.
"....The company is in trouble. The take-over seems to be a
little dubious. There should be a letter from the chairman of the
shareholders, but nobody can find a copy. If I could find the
documentation it might clear things up.... "
But then the wind rustled and I lost the rest of the
conversation.
He had to be talking about my company. I knew the recent
take-over had sailed close to the wind, but I was sure it was all
legal. I knew that I had a copy of the letter he must be
referring to in my desk drawer in the office.
Then a picture came into my mind of an incident. I remembered
telling Sarah about it, the evening after it happened.
It was a peculiar letter from one of the board of the company we
had taken over.
I thought a bit harder, and remembered that all the documentation
was safely locked in my desk, until I got back.
Maybe I should ring in on Monday and just check.
The musing had temporarily side-tracked me from my immediate
predicament.
I remembered where I was and tried to shrink to invisibility in
the corner.
It seemed and indeed must have been hours later that the women
wondered off down the garden.
A few moments later the men's voices made their way in the same
direction.
I could see an open window on the far side of the house.
I looked at it and wondered why I hadn't seen it earlier.
I thought if I could get to it I could sneak in quietly. But as I
looked down at myself I realised that a nude man streaking across
the lawn would be a bit conspicuous.
It was while I was thinking this that I remembered the clothes
line. It was just round the side of the annex. The opposite side
from where the guests had gone. Maybe there was something there I
could wear. If only long enough to cover my dash to the house.
I edged round the annex to the side garden.
Sure enough I saw some clothes hanging on the line.
None of them for men !!.
Foiled.
I crumpled.
It wasn't fair.
I didn't, at the time, wonder why there had been no evidence of
Roger's washing.
Slowly a thought shaped in my mind.
I rejected it as too ridiculous but it kept coming back. After a
while I stood and went back to the corner. On the far terrace
Roger and the client had re-appeared with drinks, along with
about half a dozen other people all chatting together. Seated
nearby were Sarah, her friend from earlier and maybe six or seven
 other people.
As I gazed at them I realised that Sarah was not wearing the same
clothes that she had worn that morning. Ergo: the bedroom door
must be open. Therefore if I could get round and back to the
house I could get to the bedroom and dress properly.
I decided to do it.
I was still holding the frilly maids panties and quickly pulled
them up my legs.
I picked a dry skirt from the line, then a blouse, and had them
done up in no time, but as I looked down at myself I knew I would
be spotted at twenty paces.
I looked back at the line.
Fine!
I removed the blouse and put a bra on.
'How do women cope with that stupid hook at the back.' I wondered
as I wrestled the thing on. I padded it out with a few extra
pairs of panties.
Better!
But still lacking.
The legs I thought. Further investigating found me a pair of
stockings and a suspender belt. I didn't even consider why there
were no tights. Some folks just don't like them I guess.
I removed the skirt and struggled into the dark stockings and
white suspenders, then put the skirt back on.
'Well the legs wouldn't bear close inspection but should do from
a distance.'
I was actually feeling quite relaxed now. I suppose because I was
actually doing something.
I looked again and gave myself a nod of approval. And a raging
erection. I was getting very turned on. I told myself that this
was me, and sobered myself up.
I went to the corner and took a deep breath. It didn't seem
nearly as ridiculous as it had first seemed. In fact I felt a
slight sense of the challenge of outwitting the crowd outside.
As I looked round the corner I came face to face with Paula.
"Hello ! " She said smiling. "I wondered where you had got to."
She came round the corner and obviously saw my situation.
She smiled.
I nearly died.
"Please I ..." I stammered.
I started again. "I mean it...., she... I.... ". I was babbling
trying to think of some reasonable excuse.
"This is a mistake." I finally managed to get out.
"You are absolutely right there." She said firmly.
"No! No!  I mean.. I mean I can explain ....". 'Everything ?'
Maybe not I thought, what about the magazines the knickers and
the Maid.
"Please Paula it's .. " I tried to start again. Trying to think
of some logical explanation for the scenario. Nothing came to
mind that didn't sound incriminating. This was awful.
"It's not what it looks like. " I sighed, my shoulders sagging.
"You could have fooled me." She said snidely.
"And perhaps it would fool Sarah and Roger and Ted as well."
she said sarcastically.
"No you mustn't." I yelped.
"Why ? It seems perfectly clear to me."
"No please Paula, I'll do anything you ask, but please let me
back into the house. Then I will explain."
She paused and stared at me as if thinking.
"I find a guest at my house dressed in my clothes. A male guest
at that. Sneaking round my garden. AND wanting to be let back in
my house." She looked angry.
"You must be joking. I ought to tell the police, but I suppose
they would say it was domestic. However Ted over there is a J.P.
I could ask him what to do."
"No!" I almost shouted, and at Paula's startled stare,
immediately
calmed down again. "Please no, please don't do that." I said
somewhat more gently.
"Please Paula." I begged. "Please don't tell anybody. It was a
mistake and I will make it up to you. I'll do anything for you
just please don't tell them. Please."
"All right. Calm down and stop whinging. Now you say you'll do
anything Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I was a little surprised
"Promise!"
"Yes ! Yes ! I promise." I said emphatically. My hope rising with
the offered help.
"You do exactly as I say, and I will help you, agreed."
"Yes agreed." I was after all at an extreme disadvantage.
I was suddenly relieved that she had changed her mind.
"OK. OK." She stroked her chin and considered.
"Go over to the far side. The little window is partly open. You
should be hidden by the herb garden hedge, and should be able to
climb in easily. I will meet you in there and sort something
out."
I looked round the corner to survey the situation.
I looked back at Paula, who just nodded at me. Then I set off at
a quick walking pace that I hoped would not attract too much
attention.
I had to get well hidden before anyone came back towards the
patio.
When I crept up to the window the room was dark inside, which
looked safe. I slowly edged the window up a bit to allow me to
slip inside. I leaned in and felt the window slip down onto me.
For a while I was trapped, my head and arms inside, my legs and
bottom outside.
I nearly cried in despair. How could this all be happening to me?
It wasn't fair. It was like something out of a bad movie.
With much wriggling and pushing I eventually worked the window up
enough to move, by then I was nearly crying with the frustration
of my predicament.
I slid the rest of the way into the house and closed the window
behind me. I stood and recovered my breath, then tip-toed across
the room.
The door was locked. I sat down on the floor and tried to think
of some way out.
A few minutes later I heard noises at the door
Paula opened it and came in.
"OK follow me." She whispered conspiratorially.
She led the way through a darkened corridor.
"Now in here." She pointed to the small back stairway.
"Up stairs." She whispered.
Very carefully I worked my way up the stairs. Too busy
concentrating at the time to wonder what was going on and why.
We continued on to the second floor, then headed down the
corridor. She opened a door and led me inside.
I heard the door shut behind us.
"Sit down" Paula ordered me very sternly.
"Now let me spell the situation out for you."
I was suddenly confused.
"Do you remember your promise earlier to do anything I asked."
I nodded.
"Don't just nod. Speak."
"Yes !" I said carefully. My eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Yes Mistress Paula" She said slowly and carefully.
I was suddenly wide eyed with surprise. 'Mistress Indeed ???'
I thought for a minute then decided to play along with her game.
"Yes Mistress Paula."
"Better." She said, smiling.
"Now do you want me to show you to Sarah and her friends. Or
Roger. Or Ted."
"No. " I shut my eyes. "No please I couldn't .. It would be
terrible."
"Indeed it would." She sounded quite triumphant.
"So you do exactly what I tell you, and I shall not tell them
what you were doing, and how you are dressed."
"That's blackmail !" I said.
"It may well be, but YOU got yourself into it. Didn't you."
"Yes." I sighed.
"Kneel here then." Paula commanded.
Slowly I stood and came towards her then knelt before her.
To my utter amazement, she lifted her skirt and I was confronted
by her knickers just inches from my face.
"Kiss me. Pay homage to me." She said, like some ancient queen.
Overjoyed at the prospect, I bent forward slightly, and kissed
the soft mound. Momentarily distracted by the lovely smell.
"Good girl." she said softly drawing me back by the hair, and
straightening her skirt again.
"Now tell me exactly what you are wearing and where you found
them."
This seemed a little pointless to me but as I was here and she
was calling the shots I obliged.
"Well I'm wearing a cream blouse from your washing line, a white
bra from the same place. The bra is filled with several pairs of
pants, eh.. for effect you understand. I've got a dark blue skirt
again from your washing line. Underneath that I've got a white
suspender belt, and black stockings, again from the washing line,
and a pair of white panties that.. " I hesitated. Oh well. "That
belong to your maid."
In retrospect it did sound all a bit too much.
"And what does it feel like to be wearing that.?"  She asked
gently, not sounding at all annoyed as I had expected. This was
like an interview from "The world tonight." or something.
"Well actually surprisingly comfortable." I surprised myself at
the response, but it was actually the simple truth.
"Yes " She said simply. "It suits you."
"Thank you " I replied to the compliment, before frowning at the
backhander implicit in it.
"Now sit still " she commanded sternly and began to apply make up
to my face.
"What are you doing?" I asked incredulously.
"Applying make-up, you fool. Are you completely stupid.?"
I didn't like the way she said it.
And tried to think of a soft way of asking what I thought was a
perfectly reasonable question
Why ?'
By the time I had done so, Paula had finished, put a wig on me as
well and simply said
"Hmm quite good. Come on then 'Nikki' . Follow me."
She was already out of the room by the time I caught on and
caught up.
I walked with her beside me.
In the kitchen she offered me a drink. I smiled and nodded as I
accepted the glass of Buck's fizz.
Not exactly my favourite drink but still quite nice actually.
She urged me out the door so that I had to follow her. We
strolled out into the garden to join the others.
I couldn't believe what was happening.
I tried to hide myself amongst the garden foliage as much as
possible.
When various people talked to me I gave short verbal answers when
I had to, and nodded and smiled as much as possible when I
didn't. Even though I was speaking in my stage 'Widow Twanky'
voice, I was sure I would be recognised.
I got caught for a short while talking, or rather being talked
too by the business colleague I had dreaded meeting.
I was relieved when one of Sarah's friends started chatting to me
 and the two of us managed to drift away. For a while I happily
nodded and hummed at her remarks as we strolled away from the
main group. We came to the garden table by the fishpond, and sat
next to each other on the bench seat still chatting.
I looked down as I seated myself and saw her short skirt just
hiding the tops of her stockings.
I found out that her name was Fiona, she was a secretary and she
then rabbited on about her job and such, quite often leaning
forward to reinforce a point, than back again as she relaxed into
the next topic of conversation. All this activity was causing her
skirt to rise further and further up her thighs until her
stocking tops were clearly visible, and a small triangle of white
material became visible under the edge of her skirt.
I was transfixed. She had fabulous legs, and to see them all,
right up to the stockings, and even a tiny hint of knickers as
well. It was like a dream come true.
Suddenly she stopped mid sentence and looked at me. I realised
that she had caught me gaze and she looked at me as though for a
moment offended. I stared into her piercing blue eyes and felt my
blood, already pretty active, rush to my cheeks.
Then, instead of slapping me or shouting or any of the things I
expected, she slowly reached forward and placed her hand gently
on my thigh.
I nearly dropped the rest of my drink. I took a quick sip to hide
my confusion, and looked away.
I looked back as I realised her hand was sliding further up my
thigh and had already lifted the edge of my skirt.
I couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming, and was torn
between enjoying it so much I wanted her to continue, and afraid
she might not stop.
I was very confused.
In the end despite my enjoying it, I had to pull my knees away
and then I straightened my skirt.
She looked at me a little startled and I avoided her gaze, and
quickly stood and said a hurried good-bye.
As I walked towards the main party I thought I could walk past
and into the house.
Indeed I was almost at the door before anyone noticed me. I got
caught in a few short conversations, but by pretending to be very
shy and not responding I managed to avoid any embarrassing faux
pass. At least that is until I got caught in a conversation with
ted. Fiona reminded him of his involvement in the recent
take-over and again he mentioned some missing documents. In my
eagerness to absolve myself, and to prove to everybody that it
was all above board I said that I had the documents in my desk
drawer.
"Oh and who are you then." He asked suddenly very serious.
I was about to remind him who I was, when I remembered that I
wasn't. At that time I was definitely somebody else.
"I'm ehh.. Nikki Jones, personal assistant to umm... Neil Masters
at Uni-Tech."  I said quickly.
"Well if you've got them then I want YOU personally to bring them
to me at the county court by next Thursday while Neil is still on
Holiday touring." He furrowed his bushy eyebrows at me and stared
hard to emphasise his point.
 "And those items are important. Now that I know, I shall have a
request sent through Neil's office for you. First thing Monday
morning. Now.. " He relaxed. "Let us not spoil this delightful
garden with Business. Fiona my dear I saw you talking to this
young lady earlier, please introduce us properly
"Of course. Ted this is Nikki a relative, cousin isn't it? of
Paulas. Nikki my dear this is Ted."
"Pleased to meet you Nikki." He said but with a sparkle in his
eyes.
"Cousin is it ? I didn't think I had seen you here before. And do
you live nearby? No !! Of course you work for this Neil Masters
chappie. Don't you? You surely live further north. Not far from
Peterborough . Eh? .
"Oh err.. yes just south of Peterborough actually."
I was relieved when a few minutes later people started leaving
and I had managed to keep all the conversations to small talk and
humms and harrs...
It was as I was waving good-bye to one couple that I felt a hand
come to rest on my bottom. I stiffened, and slowly looked round.
It was Fiona.
She leaned forward and whispered "I thought you might have left.
Are you free tomorrow ?. Would you like to come round to mine for
drinks."
Paula must have been in earshot, because she appeared at that
moment and saved me.
"I'm sorry Fi but Nikki here will be a bit busy tomorrow."
I smiled and said a soft "Sorry." Not really being sorry at all
of course.
"But how about next Saturday ?" Paula continued.
I looked at her horrified.
"Oh I think that would be OK." Fiona brightened. flashing me a
very sexy smile.
"Good we'll sort something out and confirm it before the weekend.
Bye for now." She said in a very forthright manner that left no
room for argument.
Fiona nodded, waved and left, wiggling her delightful bottom as
she strolled up the gravel drive to her car.
Then I felt another hand on my bottom. This time Paula's.
"I think she fancies you Nikki." She said smiling
conspiratorially.
"But .. " I started to object, but found my confused thoughts too
hard to put into a coherent sentence.
"Come on help me tidy up."
Paula turned back to the garden.
Slowly I followed her and helped her as she collected glasses and
plates from various places round the garden.
We piled them high in the kitchen, and it was only as Paula said
"You can wash while I wipe! ", that I had time to stop and wander
where Sarah and Roger had got to and where our mutual friend Ted
had got to. I was sure I hadn't seen him leave.
We washed and wiped.
At least I washed and Paula did enough drying up to stop the pile
on the drainer from overflowing. Mostly she walked back and forth
frequently rubbing against me, pinching my bottom, or running a
finger up the back of my leg to the tops of the stockings. I
found it nice and weird at the same time.
When I had finished cleaning up, Paula crooked her finger at me
to follow her into the annex.
"The washing should be done now. You can hang it on the line in
the garden. You know where that is don't you ?" She pointed at
the machine in the corner.
"And be quick, I've got something else for you to do after that."
She marched away, leaving me to shrug and do as I had been
instructed.
I emptied the contents of the machine into a large round basket,
then looked round for some pegs. I picked the lot up and headed
out to the side garden where I had seen the various interesting
bits earlier.
As I hung this lot out I marvelled at the beautiful range of
underwear represented. There were a few dresses, and a blouse but
mostly it was another large collection of interesting undies.
I quite enjoyed the job. Inspecting all these items, and again
imagining Paula in them. I became quite aroused, until I heard a
voice shouting at me from the kitchen door.
"NIKKI !! Hurry up !"
I quickly hung the rest out and returned the basket and remaining
pegs to the annex.
"Now Upstairs." Paula said standing by the door to the servants
stairwell. I quickly mounted to the first floor.
"Continue" Paula said from close behind me.
I continued on up to the second floor.
At Paulas direction I went along the corridor to the room we had
been in earlier.
'At last' I thought. 'She has finished with me and I can return
her clothes and go back to my room. I don't care if I have to go
back naked. At least this afternoon is over.'
"Stand beside the bed." Paula ordered.
I did as instructed.
"What were the terms of our agreement.?" Paula asked. Almost
demanded, like a scolding mother.
"Eh? Oh If I did as you asked, you would help me and forget all
about my .. eh little .. eh um problem."
"And have you done as I asked ?"
"Well yes .. I think so. Mostly."
"Mostly is not enough!" She suddenly sounded angry.
"I have found a pair of my pants and a book of mine in your
bedroom, that I did not give you. I count those as being stolen,
especially as they were crumpled under the bed. Do you admit to
taking them"
Under the circumstances it would have been foolish to say
otherwise so I said.
"Yes I took them but I only borrowed them."
"Without asking, you took them. That is stealing."
"Well ..  but... Hang on I..."
"No buts it was stealing. Now this afternoon do you think you
have been quick to obey me."
"Well .. " I shrugged as I thought about it .
"No buts. You were not quick enough and I do not think you have
kept your promise to me so I am not happy. Now you may stay in
here and take your punishment, or you can follow me down to the
study and talk to Ted. !"
"I'll ... " I hesitated almost choking on the word.
"I'll take the punishment." I managed finally to say.
"I'll take the punishment please Mistress Paula." She said slowly
emphasising the 'please', at the same time I felt something tap
the back of my legs.
"I'll take the punishment please Mistress Paula." I said as
nicely as I could.
"Now we are getting somewhere." She said softly. "Now bend and
kiss my shoe."
Somewhat startled I slowly got to my knees and leaned forward.  I
shuffled round to her and found the shoe and placed my lips on
it.
"Properly" She said tapping my head with something.
I placed my lips on her shoe again and kissed it passionately.
After a few moments I felt a gentle tap on my head, and sat back
up.
"Better.  What you must do now is confess all the things you have
done to displease me, and realise you deserve to be punished."
"Mistress I have used these ladies clothes that I am now wearing
without asking, I have offended your guests, I was slow in
hanging out the washing. I .."
I was slow to kiss your shoe."
"Indeed and .." she left the question hanging.
"And I deserve to be punished." I guessed.
"I deserve to be punished Mistress Paula. Please correct me and
punish me." She corrected.
I was so far gone now that the extra bit wasn't worth fighting so
I said
"I deserve to be punished by you Mistress Paula, please correct
me. Please punish me."
I felt myself twirled on my knees back to the way I had
previously been facing. I was still on my knees and found myself
bent over the end of a bed. I had a feeling for what was coming
scant seconds before I felt a foot rest in the small of my back
holding my hands. Then my skirt being flicked up over my back
revealing the panties covered bottom and stockings.  I felt a
hand on my bottom and found myself curiously aroused by it.
"You will be caned ten times. Do you accept your punishment ?"
I gulped then said with resignation.
"Yes Mistress Paula."
The next second I heard a harsh swish through the air and felt a
blistering blow to my bottom. The thin panties were almost no
protection at all. I tried to wriggle free. I knew Paula was a
big strong girl, but the force of the blow surprised me.
I felt the end of the cane against the back of my head.
"Another for moving. Now bend and keep still."
Again there was a swish. Knowing the sound and expecting the
shock, I had my buttocks clenched tight. As the cane struck I
flinched.
It still hurt.
A stripe of fire spread across me. Next time I tried to relax.
Hoping the cane might not sting quite so much. I heard the swish
and my cheeks clenched of their own accord.
The sound of the swish gives the expectancy.
It hurt.
That was three.
There was a swish and the fourth struck. Lower down this time.
Almost at the tops of my legs.
I jerked forward.
There was a long delay. I nearly looked round, then I heard the
swish again. Again lower down across the bottom of the panties.
After it had gone I could feel the searing heat from my rear end.
There was again a delay, as if she was deliberately toying with
me. I heard the swish again. This time it was almost down to the
stocking tops. I jerked violently, my hips striking the bed.
The seventh, sounded further away because of the pounding blood
in my ears. I was oblivious to anything but the fire on my bottom
and the sound of the cane which then struck with even more force.
I was physically thrust against the bed. I was barely aware of my
breathing being strained. I gritted my teeth as I waited for the
next strike.
The eighth came hard against me. My body responded.
The ninth came and my hips seemed to jerk of there own accord. I
was trembling when the tenth came, and to my horror and surprise
I started to ejaculate. My penis had been thrusting against the
bed and, I suppose, I had been so worked up, for so long, that I
came.
The eleventh stroke drove me into the bed and a wave of
unbelievable relief washed over me. I collapsed forward exhausted
and almost oblivious to everything, even the caning I had just
had. The relief was indescribable.
"There that's better." Paula said in strange, strained voice.
As my ejaculation subsided I looked round, with a mixture of
guilt, relief, and shame.
Paula then noticed the sticky patch in my pants.
"Huh " she snorted, prodding me with the cane. "See you enjoy it,
you little pervert." To my surprise she laughed.
"We cannot have you having fun without me, and caning always
turns me on so much." She sighed in a deep husky manner, as if
she was indeed, aroused.
"Now you must be a good girl Nikki and finish me off."
She pulled me by the hair towards her. I felt the material of her
skirt round my head and the strong pungent smell of her womanhood
filled my nostrils.
Still kneeling at her feet and having her pussy literally thrust
in my face I really had no choice, but even so I licked her sex
with a strange delight. I licked and sucked her through her
panties for a while. Then I pulled the gusset to the side with my
teeth and tongued and kissed her, sucking at her outer lips.
Pressing my tongue against her inner lips, then thrusting into
the tight little hole. I continued sucking at her inner lips and
clitoris, until she shuddered and I drank of the flood of her
juice.
In time she pulled away from me, and patted me on the head like a
dog.
"Good girl!" she said, as she would to her lap puppy.
She prodded me again with the cane.
"Now stand up."
I struggled to my feet.
"Remove those filthy knickers at once." She said lifting the
front of my skirt with the cane.
Having just gone through all that I had done, I had no care for
her seeing me remove the soaking garment. I gingerly stepped out
of the sticky cloth and stood holding the limp item.
"Thank you Mistress Paula!" she reminded me with a tap to my rear
as I was bent slightly forward.
"Thank you Mistress Paula." I said quickly.
"Now go and wash those in the utility room immediately. I cannot
abide filthy clothes." She said and pointed to the door.
I stood and looked around the room.
"Quickly !. And come straight back here. " She said. Again
tapping me with the cane.
I went to the door and trotted back down the stairs to the
utility room in the annex, looking furtively about me as I went.
I quickly washed the knickers and squeezed them as dry as I
could.
Paula was sitting on the end of the bed, with the cane across her
lap when I returned.
"Hang them on that radiator to dry. " She nodded towards the side
of the room.
As I did that she said
"Now remove the clothes." I undid the blouse and wrestled with
the bra clip, but eventually removed it, and handed it to her.
Then I removed the skirt, stockings and suspenders. She reached
out and lay them beside her.
Soon I was completely naked.
I was glad the afternoon's madness was over and I could return to
normal.
I resolved to persuade Sarah to leave as soon as possible
tomorrow, but there was no way I could tell her about the reason.
Especially as it was her best friend, or because it was her.
Sarah would certainly not believe me.
"Open the top drawer." Paula said nodding towards a large deep
brown chest of drawers in the corner.
I opened it hoping to find some useful clothes.
I was disappointed.
"You may wear the pink ones." Paula said.
I looked at 'The pink ones.' A very pretty, small pair of silk
panties with matching bra and suspender belt. I lifted them out.
Disappointment all across my face. They were pretty, and being
genuine silk they felt nice to the touch.
"Put them on !" She nodded at me and her eyes grew stern again.
I held them and hesitated.
"Are you being un-grateful at my gift."
She had an amazing way of twisting my reality. I had not at that
point thought of them as in any way a gift.
"I have offered to cover your nakedness and you spurn me. I am
disappointed. Maybe another caning will make you more grateful."
I quickly stepped into the knickers before my bottom took any
more beating. I didn't think I could stand it. I fiddled with the
bra, again struggling with the clip, but after much wrestling,
managed it. Then fastened the suspenders around my waist in time
for Paula to hand me some black lace top stockings.
She then reached behind her and handed me my trousers.
I looked in surprise then quickly put them on. She nodded towards
the door.
I turned to look and with relief saw my shirt hanging on the hook
on the back. I put that on too. She then handed me socks and
shoes. Though I still had on the female underwear, at least I
felt less vulnerable. I was so grateful to have my own clothes
that I did not immediately consider how they had arrived in this
room.
Paula removed my wig, and helped me remove the make up.
Paula put the cane very carefully on the door hook and walked,
almost strutted, out of the room. I followed. Glad to be out of
there.
I followed her down stairs and positively slumped into the first
chair in the kitchen, Then stood up again just as suddenly at the
sharp pain sitting caused to my tender buttocks. Paula noticed
and sniggered.
However she went on making us both a cup of tea. We were still
drinking when Sarah came in. I blushed as she entered, and hoped
the bra didn't show through the shirt.
"Hello darling." she greeted me warmly, and I tried to respond.
"Hello. Had a good day?" I smiled at her, hoping she would talk
and not ask me.
"Oh interesting enough in it's way I suppose, but not as
interesting as yours I'll bet. ". She smiled and pecked me on the
forehead. I didn't want to be goaded, so asked her..
"How is your friend ?"
"Oh you wouldn't be interested." She said and sipped her tea.
"I brought some friends round at Paula's suggestion but you
weren't here to be introduced.!" she sounded a little hurt.
"Ehhh. No I went for a sort of .. ehhh.. walk and ehh..got lost."
I said quickly. Not altogether a lie either I thought. I could
see Paula smile behind her tea cup.

Supper passed with chatter and trivia. We watched the telly and
idled away the evening.
At bed time I rushed to the bathroom and finished before Sarah
came up. I dithered in the bedroom until she went to the
bathroom, then undressed quickly, and hid the knickers, bra,
stockings and suspender belt under the bed.
When Sarah came back she kissed me and drew my hand to her
breast.
Now I'm not short of lust normally, but having come so profusely
earlier, and with my bottom still smarting I was a little slow in
responding.
I squeezed her nipples slowly, whilst summoning up my courage to
proceed.
If I hesitated she would definitely be suspicious.
After a few minutes she pressed a hand on my head, guiding me
down to the fork of her legs.
I felt I should be an expert at this, and buried my nose in the
thick bush between her legs, licking her, pressing my tongue
gently against her lovely little mound , lapping at the length of
her slit as she gradually opened like a flower. I Increased the
strength and speed of my movements, then inserting my tongue into
her hole, and thought , in passing, about how different she
tasted to Paula. She jerked and her hips thrust towards me as a
sign of her arousal and soon she orgasmed. As her jerks subsided
I released her and her hands left my head. I slid back up the
bed. Sarah kissed me and immediately turned away from me as if to
sleep. I felt as if I should be offended, but could not do
anything about it anyway so I switched off the light and went to
sleep.


DAY FOUR : ACQUIESCENCE (Sunday)

Paula brought tea in to our room at eight o'clock the next
morning. She smiled nicely and acted the perfect hostess.
After the tea I waited until Sarah went to the bathroom and leapt
out of bed.
Nowhere in the bedroom was there any of my clothing except the
trousers and shirt I had worn the previous evening.
I could ask Sarah, but it might lead to her asking where the
things I was wearing yesterday were and so on. I decided to try
to solve things on my own.
I had no choice but to put the pink panties on and hope to
challenge Paula as soon as I could.
I put on the rest of my clothes and stuffed the bra and other
bits into my pocket to give back to Paula when we had a 'talk'.
As Sarah came back I used the bathroom and after the usual
ablutions Sarah and I joined Paula and Roger for breakfast.
As we were clearing away Paula announced.
"Roger has volunteered to take Sarah shopping for something
special"
She turned towards him smiling
"Haven't you dear ?"
Roger seemed to blush and his eyes flickered at her then down to
his toes before looking at Sarah.
I wondered what was going on.
"Yes " he said simply, volunteering no further information.
"And me ?" I asked
"Paula will entertain you." Sarah said "I'm sure she'll make sure
you behave yourself." I didn't like the way she said it.
Sarah and Roger got up and left before I could voice any
objections, and about five minutes later I heard a car on the
drive.
When I turned back to look at Paula she had the cane on the table
in front of her. It had appeared as if from nowhere.
I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. I had hoped life could
return to normal.
"You can remove the shirt and trousers now." she said looking
straight at me. Her hand gently rested on the cane.
I hesitated.
"You are supposed to do what I tell you quickly. Or have you
forgotten"
"But look here Paula this is..."
My sentence was cut short by the crack of the cane on the table.
Paula reached into the handbag at her side and a second later I
heard my own voice.
"I deserve to be punished by you Mistress Paula, please correct
me. Please punish me."
My jaw dropped and the horror dawned on me.
She opened a large pink album at her elbow. And held up the first
page. There was a picture of me laying naked on a bed playing
with myself, holding a magazine.
On the facing page, a picture of a person in a skirt and blouse
climbing very inelegantly in through a window. It was obviously
me.
The penny started dropping, clinking down the buttons and
rollers, where my heart was knocking it's way down to my feet.
As she turned the page I didn't want to look and yet couldn't not
look.
The same person in the skirt and blouse being caressed on the leg
by a very pretty young lady.
The facing page had the same person again. Talking to Ted.
I stood frozen as she turned the page again. A picture of a
person kneeling face down over a bed with their hands behind
their back, the same skirt as earlier, flicked up revealing a
panties covered bottom. The skirt itself hiding the hands.
The facing page showed the same person from the side with a
pulsing erection emptying it's obvious contents into the panties.
The next page had a picture of the same person kneeling with
their head under a skirt. The picture only showed the skirt and
legs of the person standing. The person kneeling was smiling and
obviously very busy.
The cold hard silence was shattered by Paula's gentle voice.
"As you can imagine these are only copies. The originals, like
the works of art that they are, are carefully locked away, lest
they be stolen or damaged. You understand." She looked up at me
all innocence and smiles. Her eye-lashes fluttered.
I gulped. My throat suddenly very dry.
"Now as I was saying you are supposed to obey me quickly and
completely."
She closed the book and her hand went back to the cane.
"I told you to remove the shirt and trousers and yet you
hesitate."
Numbly I undid them and removed both items and lay them on the
table, standing in front of her in just the little pink silk
panties she had given me.
"Where are the rest of your clothes."
"You've got them " I said simply.
"Not YOUR old clothes, the clothes I gave you that you should be
wearing"
Dumbly, I pulled them out of the pocket of my trousers.
"Disgraceful" She said, tutting. "You have no respect."
She sighed "We shall have to teach you. Well you had better put
them on. ...Come on don't forget our arrangement."
I picked the bra up and again struggled into it. Then slid the
stockings up my legs and fastened them to the suspender belt.
"No no no no no." Paula shook her head and startled me as she
whacked the cane on the table. "Come with me"
She led the way up through the house to the bathroom next to her
bedroom.
I followed meekly, completely devastated.
"Remove the pants and stockings and stand in the bath." She
pointed at the huge marble oval. I did as ordered, not caring
that I was virtually naked before her.
She handed me the shower head and a razor and some cream.
"I prefer smooth legs." She said and sat down on the stool by the
door, resting the cane menacingly across her knee.
Too taken aback to argue I lathered my legs and proceeded to
shave them. Great wads of dark hair gathered in the bath as
gradually my legs became pink and smooth and surprisingly, rather
nice to the touch.

When I was free of hair from toe to neck, Paula handed me a towel
and I stepped out and dried myself. Then she handed me a pot of
cream to rub into the newly shaved areas. By the time she was
finished I had a thumping erection, which Paula studiously
ignored.
When all was dry again she pointed to the underwear with the cane
and I put it back on. It actually felt better without all the
hair. The soft silk felt cool and fresh, and gentle in a very
pleasant way.
Paula sat me in front of the mirror and showed me how to pluck my
eyebrows. I had to sit there and pluck until she was satisfied
the shape was soft and feminine instead of the fairly thick bush
that was there before.
When I was finished she then proceeded to undress in front of my
gawping eyes and stood in the shower.
"Now you have had some practice you can do it for me."

My eyes were out of my head again. She had a fabulous body. And
here she was in front of me with no clothes on.
She still had the cane hanging nearby though.
I showered her down, and gingerly lathered her legs. I gently
shaved her beautiful legs, removing the faint blonde hairs, very
carefully.
I hosed her down, feeling the throb of the organ nestling between
my legs as I did. I dried her all over, aware of the smug smile
on her face, intellectually aware that I ought not be doing this,
but totally unable to stop myself.
When she was dry, I powdered her and helped her dress again. I
ached as I slid the blue stockings up her lovely legs and clipped
on the little toggles from the light blue lace suspender belt, I
had just fastened round her slender waist. I nearly choked as I
handled her lovely smooth breasts and tried to fasten her bra.
The feel of the silk blouse was lovely on its own, but felt
incredible as I smoothed it over her arms and did up the buttons
down the front, watching it stretch somewhat at the protrusions.
She helped me only when it came to stepping into her skirt, then
doing it up.
When she was fully dressed she simply lifted her skirt at the
front revealing her little blue covered triangle, and with a
voice, quiet yet full of authority commanded me
"Attend !"
I understood this time what I had to do and knelt in front of her
and kissed her panties. I Licked at her mound and the tops of her
legs. I breathed on her, sniffing in the aroma of her as she
became aroused. Gradually she opened her legs and as I gained
more easy access, pushed her panties crotch to one side and
tongued her puffy folds and edged towards her slit, opening her,
licking and nibbling at her fleshy lips and hard little nodule. I
licked and prodded my tongue into her tight little hole, pressing
harder until I felt a gush of her juice as she orgasmed.

She visibly relaxed and patted me on the head. I withdrew my
face.
After a few moments her eyes opened.
"Tidy !" she said simply as if I had forgotten something.
I quickly straightened her panties and lowered her skirt. She
patted me again.
"Good girl. You're learning." She turned. "Come on."
I followed her back to the same room I had been caned in the
previous day, and felt a cold shiver run down my spine. However
instead of ordering me over the end of the bed, she went to a
drawer and, after opening it, handed me various items of clothing
not dissimilar to her own.
I didn't even need to ask what to do, as she handed them to me.
Reluctantly, I began putting on the white silk lacy blouse, the
short black skirt and slipped my feet in to a pair of high heeled
black shoes. I was only a little surprised when they fit me.
Paula stood back and looked me up and down.
"Hmm. " She stroked her chin. "Not bad. !" Her voice rose in
appreciation.
She swung a large wall mirror round for me. And as I looked at
myself I became quite excited. The 'female' in the mirror was
rather attractive. I quickly suppressed some strange niggles that
began poking through to the surface of my mind.
No.!
It would not help right now to think to hard in that direction.
Paula smiled and said
"See". Then turned and left the room. I had no doubt that even
without a direct command, I was supposed to follow her.
I did.
She just seemed to have authority.
We went downstairs and through into the lounge. As I walked
through the door, somehow, I could not imagine how, Paula had her
camera arranged and took a photograph of me. I blushed deep
crimson and was too shocked for a while to complain.
By the time I had composed myself, Paula had already walked
through into the next room. I hurried after her.
As I entered, she cut off my comment by saying,
"Time for another cup of tea I should think." And sat down.
I was so nonplused and confused by the situation that I really
couldn't think what to say, so filled the kettle, found the cups
etc. and went about the operation in automatic mode.
I presented her with her cup.
"There are some things in the basket in my bathroom that need
washing, you may attend to it now."
I raised my eyebrows, was about to say something, but caught
sight of her hand on her cane, and went off to find the bathroom.
On the second floor near Paula's bedroom was her bathroom. A huge
room with a raised floor in the middle to allow a large oval,
step in marble bath. A large shower in the corner. A dressing
table with a large round mirror. And the whole room carpeted with
a thick cream shaggy carpet.
The basket was an "Ali Baba" type in the corner. I started
lifting out the items.
Yet more undies and things, and the clothes I had seen Paula
wearing the day before.
I gathered them all in my arms and made, or even 'maid', my way
back to the utility room.
I sorted the items out, handling each one, occasionally
remembering the situation of Paula in them. As I picked the
panties she had been wearing the previous afternoon, I became
aware of the strong odour of woman, and held them to my face. I
had just inhaled deeply of the delicious scent, when I was
disturbed by Paula slapping her cane against the door frame.
"Get on with it." She said and walked away.
I bundled the rest of the pile into the machine and fiddled with
the controls to get it to work.
Eventually I had if figured and set off back to the kitchen.
As I entered, Paula instructed me to make her bed and tidy the
room, as her usual maid had to have a day off.
Back upstairs to her room I went.
Making the bed was straight forward. Though I was intrigued by
the strange 'O' rings attached to various posts of the brass
bedstead.
I dusted the furniture. And generally tidied up.
Back downstairs again. And Paula invited me out for a walk in the
garden.
I hesitated, because I didn't want to be too far from hiding
places.
Paula grew stern "You are supposed to be doing as you are told
remember?"
I nodded and followed her out into the sunshine.
The fresh air was cool on my legs, and made me more aware of the
lack of trousers.
Paula indulged in small talk. I joined in where appropriate but
with short simple answers.
She talked about the state of the house as it was when she
acquired it. And how she had designed it and the garden.
I admired it.
Everything about it was grand, yet in no way ostentatious. It was
just 'Right'.
I found myself beginning to have the faintest hint of admiration
for her, as a woman of drive and authority.
I gradually relaxed as we walked, or occasionally sat, at
different benches, or on rocks by the rock garden.
Gradually the conversation turned towards Sarah and I, and still
I did not feel threatened. Mostly, I guess, because Paula seemed
to know most of what I said before I said it.
Suddenly
"Sarah says you get very turned on by ladies underwear, and
judging by your activities of the last few days that certainly
appears to be true."
I started to blush.
This was a bit intimate.
"Well yes.. I suppose so."
"Why.? " she said very gently. "I mean what is your earliest
memory of sex and panties."
"Oh ... " I lapsed into musing sifting through the memories that
were already fluttering close to the surface.
"I think it all started with an aunty....."

AUNTY

'When I was fifteen an aunty came to stay at our house. She was
my fathers youngest sister and had been a widow for just over a
year, when her dutch husband had died. I seem to remember that we
had not seen much of her for several years previously except at
family christmasses. She had finally sold the house in the
Netherlands and moved back to England and was renewing her
acquaintance with family.
She was a very good looking blonde lady and I was excited by her
from the moment she came through the door.
I suppose I drooled at her for most of the first few days that
she was with us.
One evening when my father was out I spent dinner time gazing
down the top of her dress so intensely that she must have noticed
and she gave me a little nudge with her foot under the table.
When I looked up I caught her eye and felt embarrassed and nearly
choked. Then felt her foot on my knee, rubbing towards my thigh
and looked up to see she had a sympathetic smile on her face.
When mother had left the room to clear the dishes aunty leaned
forward and whispered,
"Come to my room after you've washed up."
Then she got up and went to her room.
I whizzed through the clearing up and crept guiltily to her room.
Wondering what she was going to do. I knocked and heard a very
soft
"Come in. " Then " .. and shut the door behind you."
Aunty was seated at a dressing table, wearing a light blue silk
dressing gown, brushing her hair.
"I saw the way you were gazing at me." She said to me over her
shoulder.
I blushed furiously. I thought she was going to give me a lecture
or something.
"Still a virgin eh.?" She enquired smiling. It was not really a
question.
I blushed even more. She was so brazen.
"Ever seen a woman naked.?" She asked
I started to nod, because of course I had seen the usual
schoolboy magazines.
"I mean a real one. Not just your naughty pictures ?" She said
interrupting my thoughts before I could answer.
I had to slowly shake my head. My tongue frozen in its place.
"Would you like to?"
I hesitated, then nodded shyly. My eyes wide in wonder.
"Of course you would." She smiled and stood, turned towards me
and opened the dressing gown.
My eyes nearly popped out.
She was wearing black lacy knickers and bra, a suspender belt
with black stockings that had frilly lace tops. I could see her
blonde hairs between her legs through the pretty lace of her
panties, and couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight. I had
indeed seen many women in such a state in magazines but this was
real, and in front of me. I could almost reach out and touch her.
She slipped the dressing gown off and lay it on the bed and
approached me.
"Turn round." She said gently.
I reluctantly turned round. Feeling suddenly very disappointed.
"Hands behind you."
I obeyed and felt something tying my wrists together.
"OK. Turn back." I shuffled back and saw that she had removed her
Bra. I suddenly realised that, that was what now held my wrists.
The warm bra that scant seconds ago had barely supported her
gorgeous breasts.
Now I could see them unhindered, the large nipples surrounded by
large brown areolae.
"Little boys may see but not touch. We don't want you getting too
carried away do we?"
With that she undid my trousers and let them fall to the floor.
My teenage cock burst forth. She tugged my 'Y fronts' down enough
to let my cock bounce unhindered.
"My my ! You are excited." She giggled.
She slowly removed her stockings and suspender belt.
She stood in front of me wearing nothing but her skimpy black
knickers completely un-abashed. As if it was natural.
I was spell-bound.
My cock was throbbing out in front of me. Aching to be touched.
Aunty smiled at me and, right in front of me, slid the little
black panties down her hips and stepped out of them.
I stared transfixed at her beautiful pussy. The delicate patch of
blonde curls with tiny little pink folds just visible.
Aunty gave a little giggle and hung the warm knickers over the
end of my cock.
I thought I was going to explode.
Aunty turned back to the dressing table and brushed her hair.
Then spent a long time applying lipstick and eye-shadow. She was
bent forward over the dresser with her legs apart. Her folds
clearly visible in the shadow of her rounded, milky white
buttocks. She turned several times and smiled at me. Then she
opened a drawer and pulled out some clothes and proceeded to get
dressed again.
Slowly, teasing me the while.
She put on pink cotton panties and bra, white Suspenders and
pinkish stockings. She made a display of putting on each item. I
shall never forget the arch of the elastic of the suspenders
stretching tautly across her beautiful white bottom as she bent
forward to adjust the clips. She picked up the dressing gown and
had it on but open as she approached me.
"Enjoy the show ?" she asked
I gulped and nodded.
She reached behind me and released my hands.
My hands shot to my aching cock and in two jerks I came and
spurted into her knickers, in a great flood.
I was embarrassed at my display but Aunty just chuckled.
"What a big growing boy." She turned back completely
unflusterred.
"You had better go now." She said simply over her shoulder.
"And please. Clean those pants and let me have them back before I
leave."
I yanked my trousers up and dashed back to my bedroom hardly
believing what had just happened.
I lay awake half the night dreaming about her, and every time I
thought to myself that it wasn't real, I felt the knickers under
my pillow and shuddered.
I think I played with myself about half a dozen times before
morning.
I took her comment about letting her 'have the knickers back
before she left', to mean she did not want them back the next
day. She certainly didn't get them. I used them to wrap my pole
in for the next week whenever I masturbated, fantasising about
her naked body, or about her wearing them.
I did reluctantly let her have them back when she left.
She gave me a little bag, as she went out to my fathers' car and
as I peeked inside I found the little pink knickers she had worn,
and almost shot my load there in the doorway. She winked at me
and waved good-bye to the family.
As soon as she was gone I was off to my room and held them to my
face. They smelled strongly of her woman scent. I immediately got
an erection and used them then, as I did almost daily for ages
afterwards.

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"Well that does explain things." Paula hummed. "A remarkable
woman your aunty."
"Yes." I had to agree.
"My family moved shortly after that episode, and she was near
enough to visit for the day, instead of having to stay.
Every now and then she would wink at me and smile to let me know
she knew I was looking at her or something, then about a year
later she re-married. It was never the same."
Paula chuckled.
"You know if you're good. I may even let you see me in only my
knickers how about that."
My eyes grew wide in surprise, and my throat was suddenly dry. I
had of course seen her naked and in undies only that morning, but
that only served to enhance the interest. Of course I would want
to see her.
By then it was lunch time and Paula and I walked slowly back
through the gardens to the house.
We fixed lunch together and ate on the patio, watching the fish
in the pond and listening to the sounds of spring.
After clearing away, Paula led me back upstairs to THAT room on
the second floor.
Once inside I was made to stand against the wall, hands behind
me..
'Like a naughty school girl' Paula said.
"You are about to be spanked again." She said matter of factly.
"Partly because I am not satisfied with the way you went about
some of your chores for me today. Partly because you must learn
that I am your Mistress in all things. But mostly, simply because
I want to, and as your Mistress, am completely free to do so. Do
you understand."
I wasn't sure that I did, but nodded anyway.
"Well you may not understand but you will."
Paula stood and ordered me onto the bed. I knelt over the end,
voluntarily this time.
Paula lifted the hem of my skirt up over my bottom. And a second
later I felt the first strike of the cane across my panties
covered cheeks.
I gritted my teeth and felt the heat explode across my rear. I
had barely caught my breath when I felt the second stroke and
shut my eyes. Strike three. Strike four. And there was a pause.
A hand stroked my flaming bottom and I felt the panties being
tugged down to the bottom of my cheeks.
I fought back tears of shame and humiliation.
A second later I had another stroke on my now bare nates.
The panties may have been thin, but on reflection they did soften
the blow a little bit. My blood seemed to boil inside me. The
next three or four strokes merged in a strange pain, humiliation
that I cannot describe.
"That will do for the moment." Paula said almost triumphantly.
"Now lay spread out on the bed face up."
I was surprised, but things had gone so far now that I could not
think of arguing. I stood and got onto the bed as directed.
I flinched as my sore buttock touched the cold surface of the
bed.
As I spread my self out Paula attached a handcuff to my right
wrist and locked it to the headboard of the bed, then did the
same to my left wrist. A further handcuff appeared and was
attached to my left ankle. (Ankle-cuff ?) Paula pulled a chain
out from under the bed and attached it to the other part of the
cuff. She did the same to the right ankle.
"Now that's better" She smiled. Content and totally in control.
Standing to my right she proceeded to undress.
"If I punish you for laxity, I will also reward you for
helpfulness and honesty." She said
"And I do appreciate certain things that you have done today."
She had her blouse off and undid the bra.
"But we don't want you getting carried away, so you will
remain.." She giggled. "a little tied up, just like you were with
your Aunty." Poor pun but I smiled.
She removed her skirt and slid it to the floor.
Paula then stepped up onto the bed and stood over me in knickers
and stockings. She really did look magnificent. A picture of
feminine beauty. Totally worthy of absolute worship.
Slowly she lowered herself to sit down on my face. The crotch of
her panties was right down on my nose and mouth.
I shut my eyes and breathed in that heady familiar smell. I
kissed her in appreciation, intoxicated by her.
I felt her respond in pleasure and kissed her hard and long. I
ran my mouth over everywhere that I could reach. I felt her
petals warming, opening like an evening rose, within the thin
material. I licked and sucked and kissed like a wild thing. When
I felt the first gush of moisture to my lips I worked the
material to the side and attacked her, seeking out her sensitive
parts hidden within her little hood, and licking her with all the
skill I could muster. I could barely hear her moaning above me
and soon felt her thighs grip my head in a lock as she came and I
lapped at her sweet liquor.
Paula relaxed around me and stroked my head.

"You're getting better." She said faintly, sighing deeply.
After a while she stood and stepped off the bed.
Seemingly from nowhere she produced a rubber mask. And before I
could object she had the mask over my head, blindfolding me.
"A little present for you." she said sweetly.
Then I felt hands undo the buttons of my blouse and open it. I
felt hands on my chest, and fingers flick over my nipples. I felt
hands lift the skirt up and touch my thighs and over my panties
covered crotch.
The sensations were unbelievable, heightened by the fact that I
could not see, and predict what was happening. I felt my whole
body tingling.

My panties were pulled down a little way. Something was put round
my throbbing cock. Something completely covered it. A tight but
not uncomfortable strap round by the base behind the balls to the
tip. Then I felt it being pulled down under between my legs. I
was stiff, aroused,  but not erect. I couldn't work out what was
going on.
Suddenly the sensations stopped and everything went quiet. I
listened, but the mask covered my ears, dulling my hearing. I
couldn't tell where Paula was or what she was doing. Everything
was still for ages.
I mean ages!
It felt like hours, but had to be at least maybe twenty minutes.
When I did hear a slight sound it was accompanied by something
cold touching me. I flinched.
It must be an ice cube. Paula was rubbing me with an ice cube. It
felt cold and uncomfortable and smooth and sensual all at the
same time.
Weird !
The ice was placed on my thighs and I jerked, trying to close my
restrained thighs.
The ice was replaced again by warm hands all over me caressing
and stroking.
I was lost in a sensual miasma. So turned on I burned.
When the ice returned a moment later it was cool and sensual and
delicious. A moment latter the hands caressed me again and I
groaned in delight.
After a few moments stillness I felt the bed move as someone,
presumably Paula, stood over me again. I felt again the dampness
of a pair of soft female panties against my mouth, and quickly I
set to work, with just a momentary thought that I had never
before met a woman who enjoyed sex as much and as often as Paula.
I licked and sucked as I had earlier. I was unaware of when I
felt hands on me again, as I was so lost in my own sensual
universe.
As the thighs again gripped my head and I felt the gush of her
orgasm, I slowed my own tongue and lips.
I continued gently licking at the tops of the thighs surrounding
me. Whilst my female companion calmed down.

Some while later I felt hands lifting my head and the mask being
removed.

I blinked at the sudden light and looked up to see...   Sarah !!!
I gagged.
I had my mouth too filled to speak.
And I was in any case too shocked to find words. I was numbed
beyond description.
Sarah !!!
I had known the different texture of the panties , the different
taste of her sweet love juice, the different feel of her
love-lips and hadn't stopped to think.
Sarah !!!
I had been too absorbed in my own pleasure to stop and think.
Sarah !!!
Wearing only stockings and a small pair of blue cotton panties,
sitting on me.
Sarah !!!
She was here.
And I was still, partly at least, dressed in Paula's clothes.
My mind caught up a bit.
Sarah hadn't exploded but had joined in.
Sarah was on top of me and obviously enjoying herself.
Sarah knew.
Sarah bent forward.
"That was lovely my darling." She kissed me. "Thank you."
'Wow !! ?
'Help !
and 'Wow !' again along with 'What the hell was going on?'

Sarah knelt up and slid off the bed.
She and Paula stood side by side, both naked but for panties and
stockings, both glowing from obvious pleasure.
They linked arms across each others backs.
I was still speechless.
The two girls turned and kissed each other.
"Well done Paula. Thank you." Sarah said as she pulled back.
"Oh my pleasure. My pleasure indeed." Paula chuckled.
"And beside we're not finished yet."
"No. But you've done the best bit and I really am grateful."
Sarah kissed Paula again.
As they parted Paula said
"Come on. Let's give our sweet little maid a grand finale."

The girls giggled together and both climbed onto the bed. Sarah
sat over my face again but facing away as if to go in a 69
position. But she sat more upright and started running her hands
all over my body. She slipped my bra up and tweaked my nipples.
Paula, I surmised, because I couldn't really see very much other
than Sarah's panties covered bottom, was busy rubbing my legs and
thighs. It was a lovely feeling and both pairs of hands worked
their way towards my own panties and rubbed and stroked me until,
quiet suddenly, I felt a tingle and a surge of pleasure and came.
I felt an orgasm that swept over me in a most peculiar and
intense way. A wave of relief, that started just above the groin
and washed out over me in great waves that grew rapidly more
intense then slowly subsided. I had orgasmed but without the
usual ejaculation. The strap that had been put on me earlier
seemed to prevent me ejaculating. The sensations were really
strange, yet really most enjoyable.
I lay for ages writhing in a sensual high, like I had never known
before.
After a while the girls stood and climbed off the bed again.
They stood beside the bed locked in a very passionate kiss for
quite some time.
When the two of them finally pulled apart there was still a
conversation going on with their eyes that I was not party to.
They worked together lifting my head and fitting a gag that
ensured my silence, then they released me and helped me to my
feet.
Sarah kept kissing me, stifling any questions or arguments as she
and Paula started to dress each other. They kept telling me to
help, until I was practically dressing them.
When they were smart and tidy, I was tols to straighten my own
clothing,  then my hands were held behind my back and the two
cuffs still round my wrists were connected together.

I desperately wanted to ask 'What was going on ?', or 'How had
Sarah got involved ?'
The remainder of the afternoon as we walked round the garden,
prepared supper together or sat and drank our tea, they continued
to kiss me and stroke me, even occasionally running a hand up my
leg. They also showed a pretty amount of their own sweet soft
flesh. This kept me in a highly aroused state the whole time.
The whole afternoon was so sensual and erotic that I really
didn't think too much about my still being dressed in Paula's
clothes. So that by supper time I was distracted and confused
enough that I had forgotten the time.
I was totally un-prepared for what happened.
RACHEL

At about six o'clock the kitchen door opened and in came a
striking, ginger haired girl, with stunning green eyes. She had a
splendid figure, and was dressed to attract.
As I looked closely I thought I should recognise the face.
Then as her eyes flashed over me, I realised I was still dressed
in Paula's clothes, and turned away quickly, blushing deeply.
Paula and Sarah were both totally relaxed as they said in unison
"Good evening Rachel."  As if she was expected.
Everything was happening too fast for me.
How had we not heard this woman arrive?  How had she got into the
house?
Then something flashed through my mind.
The picture in the library on the second floor. This was 'that'
woman from that picture with Paula. They were obviously very good
friends.

I wasn't sure if that made it better or worse for me.
Even as I started to recover, Paula came towards us.
"Nikki meet Rachel." She emphasised the name Rachel as if it had
significance and nodded towards 'ginger'.
"Rachel meet Nikki ?" She swung her hand in my direction, using
the female name she had given me earlier.
"Yes." Rachel said smiling. So positive that I didn't think I
wanted to ask 'How?
She held out a hand towards me. I could not respond as I was
still cuffed.
I was about to lean forward to kiss her whenI  remembered that I
was dressed as a girl and gaged.
Rachel stepped forward and pecked a fleeting polite kiss on each
cheek.
"Hello" she said as she stepped back.
Rachel spoke softly and actually quite feminine.
As I looked up at the woman, she placed her hand on her head and
lifted.
....and removed a ginger wig.
Beneath it she had short, tidy slightly gingered brownish hair.
Without the wig the face became more familiar.
A slight smile and ...
It was Roger !!!
I was overwhelmed and felt my legs go to jelly.
Roger was dressed completely convincingly as a woman!
Roger had always sounded a bit wimpy, but now the same voice
sounded soft and gentle and 'right' in context. I looked at the
hand  held and noticed then the manicured fingers and soft skin.
I burbled.
"I know." 'Rachel' said gently.
But you'll get used to it." He/She continued. "You'll even get to
enjoy it. Soon,  too I suspect."
I was speechless.
"You won't regret it. I certainly don't. "  He/She  smiled again.

"Mistress Paula showed me my true self several years ago. How
much more exciting life was as a woman. And I know enough about
you now to be fairly sure that dear Mistress Paula knows what she
is doing."
I didn't understand the comment. What was he on about?
"Quite right Rachel my dear." Paula said kissing Roger/Rachel for
a few moments.
"Now come on. it's nearly supper  time."
Paula unhooked my cuffs and fixed a length of chain between them
that allowed limited movement.
With that she ushered the three of us back to work.
For the next half hour all four of us were too busy with serving
up, and then sitting down to, dinner, for any further deep
thinking.
Sarah released my gag and whispered
"Just eat. Do not ask question or else!" I was surprised by her
change of attitude but I knew what the or else must mean.
The girls, and in my mind I was including 'Rachel', kept the
conversation flowing so that there were no embarrassing silences
as I imagine there could have been.
Then dinner was over and we were all sitting down with Port and
coffee to watch the television. That is to say, they had port and
coffee.
I had the gag refitted and my arms were still restrained by the
short chain behind me.
As soon as the news program was over 'Rachel' switched on the
video. The machine was beneath the ogle-box and as 'she' bent
over to press the buttons the short skirt rose up revealing
stocking tops and suspender clips.
My eyes opened in amazement.
I was still thinking..... puzzling at my own reactions.....
....when the picture sprang to life.


For the next forty minutes I was riveted to an extremely
explicit, very erotic, display of various girls indulging in a
variety of sado-masochistic and lesbian sex acts with other girls
and even transvestites.
It was shocking, exciting and even, dare I say it, enlightening.
I was so absorbed, that when I became aware of Sarah's hand
stroking my leg, I also realised that it had been there for some
time.

As I looked over I saw that Paula and 'Rachel' were also stroking
each others thighs, only their hands were already under the edge
of each others skirts.
I rested my hand on Sarah's thigh to return the compliment.
I enjoyed the soft sensual feel of the stockings and quickly
sought the flesh at the top boundary.

The picture-box meanwhile, showed a tall blonde lady, barely
dressed, in a minute leather swimsuit-like affair and wearing a
small face mask, that wasn't much but was enough to disguise her
face.
She was tying a shapely, young, dark haired girl to a chair.
The girl was naked but for a small pair of high cut blue cotton
panties.
Her arms were tied behind the chair with leather belts. Her
ankles were similarly bound to the front legs of the chair, but
on the outside of the chair legs so that her legs were splayed
wide.
The leather lady inserted a large .. , well.. 'penis shaped' gag
in the restrained girls mouth and buckled it behind her head.
The leather lady then put a blindfold on the girl.
She then bent to kiss, suck and massage the girls' breasts. As
she drew away the nipples stood out red and proud. She then
clamped a couple of large plastic 'alligator' type clips to the
girls enlarged nipples. The girls' jaw tightened against her gag
and her bottom wriggled in a very sensual manner on the chair.
The leather lady then started to stroke the restrained girls body
with a long feather, causing the girl to squirm and wriggle,
especially when she was stroked  on the inside of her thighs.
The lady continued for a while stroking and tickling the girl,
who jumped with surprise/pleasure as she was being stroked, and
obviously had no idea where or when the next stroke would arise.
After a while the girl was released from the chair and lead to an
'A' shaped frame and tied, still gagged and blindfolded,  with
the same leather belts, so that she was bent over the frame. Her
wrists at floor level eighteen inches or so in front of her
restrained ankles.

Her gorgeous, pert, panties covered bottom standing proud above
the rest of her.
The leather lady took a cane from her table and after swishing it
experimentally in the air a few times, struck the girl across her
bottom and the backs of her legs. She kept to no rhythm or
pattern and kept up the caning for ages. After a while she pulled
the girls panties up between he reddening bum cheeks, exposing
more flesh for chastisement. The girl was squirming and writhing,
as she must have had at least twenty stokes by the time the
leather lady put the cane down. Her girls bottom showing a deep
red round the edges of her knickers.

I winced inwardly knowing exactly how it must have felt.

Leather Lady then undid a popper at the front of her own leather
swim suit and released a flap that exposed her pussy, bulging
between two thin leather side straps. She then picked up a huge,
double ended Dildo and held her swollen pussy lips open with one
hand as she slid one end of the enormous dong between her lips
until it was deep inside her. She fastened it with red velvet
straps that went between her bum cheeks and round her waist. She
then pulled the crotch of the girls little blue knickers to one
side, and  slid the other end of the enormous dong inside the
girl with such ease that it was obvious that the girl was just as
wet. The leather lady slid in deep, rested for a few moments,
then smacked the girls bottom with her hand.
The girl writhed beneath her in obvious pain and/or pleasure. The
leather lady proceeded to slowly shag the girl with the dildo
whilst continuing the blows to her bottom for what seemed like
ages. Sliding the dildo in and out a few times, then smacking the
girls  bottom on each red cheek, before sliding in and out gain.
They both grunted and groaned and shook their way to what
appeared to be several , pleasurable orgasms.

Just watching the scene nearly brought me off.
I was stunned.
I was too aroused to be shocked.

After a while the Leather lady withdrew . The girl was released,
and without standing, she knelt at the feet of the Leather lady
while her blindfold and gag were removed. She then proceeded to
kiss her way round the lady's stiletto shod feet and up those
lovely, long legs to the glistening blonde curls and puffy,
dripping pussy.
The girl undid and removed the Dildo, licked it, before also
licking the Leather lady. She lingered, giving evident pleasure
for a while before continuing on up, kissing the leather and
flesh, to finish, kissing the leather lady, full on the lips. And
was rewarded by a deep long kiss and passionate embrace from the
lady.
The two of them held hands and walked to the other side of the
room, where a man was revealed, tied in an 'X' shape on a large
wooden frame. He was wearing a leather face mask with gag, that
had tiny eye-slits and a nose hole but hid the rest of the face.
He was naked but for a small leather harness that bound his cock
and balls tightly between his legs. His wrists and ankles had
leather bracelets that were fixed by two chain links to the
frame.
Both girls picked up short, tasselled ended, whips, what  I now
know are called Tawse, and approached the man. The dark girl
stood in front as the blonde leather lady stood behind. At a sign
from leather lady, they both whipped him simultaneously, so that
he received a stroke to his front and a crashing stroke to his
rear at the same time.
The girls were smiling in their enjoyment as they whipped him
virtually all over his body from neck down to his knees.
In a short while his body was covered in red stripes.
When they stopped, Leather lady released his cock harness from
behind him, and as it sprang to the front, dark girl undid it.
The mans' cock, released from it's restraint, suddenly stood out
before him, enough for any man to be proud of.
Leather lady gripped his balls tightly in her hand as the dark
girl handed her an enormous Dildo. Still gripping the man by the
balls she held the Dildo by his arse and slowly slid it into him.
His already engorged cock swelled even further.
I Couldn't believe it as the leather lady continued gently to
ease the plastic cock deeper into the man.
Just as she reached the point of full penetration and he had all
seven inches of it inside him, it was as if she had switched a
switch, the man ejaculated, pumping great wads of his jism into
her hand.

I missed the rest as I orgasmed with them.
I was amazed as I felt the surge inside me and again that weird
but delicious feeling as my pleasure waved over me.
I had orgasmed with absolutely no intervention at all.
As my gasping subsided, I realised that Paula, Sarah and 'Rachel'
were watching me, all of them smiling.
They all seemed very turned on as well.
As I looked up Roger/Rachel had taken a photo. I grimaced.
Another photo for the Album, that I now realised all of them
knew about.
I was too stunned by the whole day to know what to do.
When the Paula and Sarah come over to me and took my arms I
followed meekly where they led, with Roger/Rachel following
behind.
I was led to the 'Bedroom' again.
I was taken by surprise as the two girls started kissing me and
fondling me. I was even more surprised when they stopped and I
discovered Roger/Rachel had manacled my legs to the bed again.
I was gently pushed backwards onto the bed. Still I was not
alarmed as I had been here before.
Sarah held up the album that Paula had shown me earlier. She
flipped the pages for me, showing the new entries., while
Roger/Rachel attached my cuffed wrists to the top of the bed.
The new pictures showed me chained to this very bed. Some alone
and some with an unidentifiable female figure kneeling over my
face.
The pictures where incredibly erotic.
And damming in the extreme.
Sarah then held up the mini tape recorder.
"Now there are no secrets between us." Paula said simply. "Not
that there ever have been really."
"We have always told each other everything, you know ?." Sarah
said simply.
"Don't worry Nikki." Sarah said, gently stroking my hair . Using
the girls name that Paula had given me.
"You'll be alright. But things are going to change a little you
know."
"I have been your Mistress for the last few days." Said Paula.
"And I will be your Mistress from now on." Sarah continued.
"But don't go thinking of your usual definition of Mistress."
"This will be entirely different."
"You will be allowed to wear your own clothes only when we allow
it and never..."
"...never at any other time."
"Do you understand ?"
The two of them talked as if with one mind, finishing off each
other sentences. They were perfect together.
"You will be Nikki, and you will do as you are told."
"Never again will you be allowed intercourse with any female."
"Either with us or any one else."
"Except maybe on rare occasions when we allow it. If we are
feeling particularly generous."
"You will become a girl, and join us completely."
"We will attend to your sexual needs only..."
"... when you have fully attended to ours."
"Do you begin to grasp the situation ?"
I was speechless.
"But ..." I tried to say, my mind reeling with the repercussions.
"But we can't ?" Paula said semi-imitating my voice.
"You were about to say."
"But we already have." Paula smiled in triumph.
"You are already committed."
"You are already too far committed to turn back."
"We will leave you to think about it."
"We will return and release you when you are ready to agree."
Sarah leaned forward and kissed me.
Paula held out a package which Sarah then displayed then she
knelt on the bed and started fitting the device round my waist.
Once securely wrapped around me, my organ was pulled into the
restraint and somehow attached between my legs.
"You will keep this device on at all times unless we remove it
The leather has steel reinforcing. If you do ever try to cut it
off, you are likely to bleed to death.  There is a battery for
the transmitter and receiver in the crotch. So that we can do
this..."
Paula held out a small control unit and pressed a button.
The pain in my balls just cannot be described. Stretched as they
were and already confined, the added electrical shock was
horrendous.
If I had not been gaged I would have screamed the place down.
I shook the tears from my eyes and tried my most pleading look at
Sarah.
"Every time you misbehave or displease us you will lose points.
Every point will result in you being given one stroke of the cane
when we choose." Paul said simply
"Every time you please us or perform well you can earn points."
Sarah added.
"If you ever try to escape from us, try to remove your harness,
or strike any of us, this button will be pressed and held for as
long as necessary."
I could not think of a more excrutiating thought.
"You need time to think about things." Sarah said smply.
Sarah leaned forward and kissed me again.
"See you later Nikki dear. "
The two girls linked arms and left the room, with Roger/Rachel
following behind.
I was left alone again.
I was numbed.
How could this be ?
What was I to do ?
Suddenly a voice came from under the bed.
'I deserve to be punished by you Mistress Paula, please correct
me. Please punish me.'
My voice.
Loud.
It had to be a loudspeaker under the bed.
The girls were playing the recording.
'You will be caned ten times. Do you accept your punishment ?'
'Yes Mistress Paula.'
They had me. How could I tell anyone about any of this without it
looking worse for me than for the girls. Especially as one of my
tormentors was my own wife.
How had I got myself into this.
Was there anyway out.
These and similar thoughts assailed me for ages.

Eventually I fell into a troubled sleep.
DAY FIVE: CONVERSION (Monday)

I woke next morning desperately needing the toilet.
I made to get up when the chains reminded me that I had been
restrained.
I tried to shout for help.
Not only was the gag still in place but my mouth and throat were
now too dry to speak.
I mumbled.
I tried thrashing around on the bed.
It made a noise but increased the desire for the toilet.
Silence.
After another age I tried bouncing again.
Within a few minutes Sarah arrived, completely naked.
"Good morning my dear ?" she smiled sweetly, leaned over and
kissed me.
I mumbled at her.
She smiled as understanding crossed her face and she removed the
gag.
"Please. Please can I be released ?" I croaked.
"You do remember the terms?"
"Y.. Yes"
"Very well."
Sarah released me, and as she leaned over I could see her pussy
lips all moist and puffy as from recent sex. I felt a pang of
jealousy.
I stood up and stretched. My body ached from the restraint.
Sarah followed me from the room and down the corridor.
In the toilet I stood to urinate and suddenly felt a sharp sting
across the back of my knees.
"Sit properly." Came Sarah's stern voice. I looked round to see
her wielding the cane, ready to strike me again.
"Besides you are wearing the gaff. You can only do it sitting
down."
I was confused for a moment until I realised the full situation.
I lifted the skirt, dropped my panties to my knees and sat on the
toilet.
Even with the embarrassment of her watching me, it was a great
relief to finally release the pressure on my bladder.
I stood, adjusted my clothing.
Sarah walked away and with a look that I interpreted as meaning I
was to follow.
In the bathroom Sarah stepped into a bath that was still filling
with warm water.
She handed me the soap.
"Start with my feet, and kiss me as you clean me. Anything I
don't like will result in one point against you."
Her voice was different. She was stern. In control. I was
surprised. I had not seen this side of her.
I bent to my task and soaped her feet then rinsed them and kissed
them, and continued up her legs, her bottom, her pussy. I kissed
her gently, lingering lovingly at her open slit. Then continued
up her back and belly, her breasts, neck, and face. When she was
clean she stood and I was told to pull the plug.
Sarah stepped out of the bath and I held the towel for her. Then
at her instructions rubbed her dry.
I powdered her then we walked up the corridor, Sarah still
completely naked and not showing her usual embarresment.
 I was not altogether surprised to find her things had been moved
into Paula's room.
I helped her dress, then together we walked back to the room in
which I had spent the night.
Under Sarah's guidance I selected various clothes from the
drawers.
Scarlet lacy bar and panties. Black suspenders with red tinted
stockings. A light pink lace blouse that showed the bra, and a
very short black skirt.
I gave a passing thought to the little nagging voice that was
prompting me to tell Sarah to stop messing about and let us go
home and resume normal life. The voice got drowned out by a host
of objections. Not least was a little curiosity at what could
possibly happen next.
I removed the clothes I had been wearing and dressed with the
ones Sarah had selected for me.
With a smile I  brushed my hair and together we went down to
breakfast.

Paula and 'Roger/Rachel' were already dressed and sat waiting for
us.
They smiled at us as we sat and  helped ourselves to tea and
croissants.
"Sleep well ?" Paula asked looking in my direction.
"Ahh well yes I suppose so"
"Good! " She said brightly "I'm glad you were comfortable."
I am sure there were undertones that I was missing.
Breakfast was actually very pleasant.
When 'Roger/Rachel' started clearing up and placing dishes in
front of me I got the hint, and helped as the two girls went off
arm in arm round the garden.
To be completed...


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BIBLIOGRAPHY :
1st Person
Neil Becomes 'Nikki'. Dark brown hair. Grey eyes. Starts
normal, bit macho. Victim.  Has upset wife. Married to -

Sarah: Blonde. Bi. Increasingly Les. Learns Dom. Was at school
and had schoolgirl crush & brief sex with Paula -

Paula: Prima Lady. Dark. Very Dom. Bi, mainly les. Married
to Roger for money (& knew his sub side)

Roger:  Rich.Sub. TV. Wimpy. Browny greenish eyes. 'Rachel'.

Fiona:  Very young (19). Sub. Mainly les. Secretary to Mr.
Big.(Ted)  Blonde. Blue eyes.

Marisa (Maid) Silent (dumb ?) slightly Latin. Dark almost
black hair brown eyes. Very sub. Enjoys bondage,spank.

Anna Friend long dark hair. Dark eyes. Very sub.

Steve Friend of Anna. Blonde Blue eyed "Gods gift" very big
dong.

Mr. Big - Ted ?
Business man magistrate. Business associate In debt
to Paula. Used.

Thursday - Take long weekend off after weeks of hard work. Too
busy to notice wife is upset and has been scheming. Arrive at
House. Meet. Start frustration.
Friday - Left alone with Paula. Paula starts working on Neil.
Saturday - Trap is sprung. Neil Caught. Paula blackmails.
Sunday - Paula finishes feminising and punishes Neil. Sarah joins
in.
Monday - Neil permanently Fem.
Tuesday - Back to work.
