EXTRACT FOR
Frocked and Locked
(Miranda Birch)

BABY STEPS 



It was Virginia who suggested that he move in. It came quite out of the blue. They had been getting on well over the weekends, albeit in the rather unusual relationship of `Mistress' and `slave'. That was fine by him. Being her `slave' mostly involved, just as she had said, helping her dress and undress, bathing her, massaging her, and giving her lots of sex. And they still went out like a normal couple from time to time, for dinner and such. But they had also agreed to take it easy. Now, it seemed, Virginia was suddenly much more eager to move ahead. 



"You do love, me don't you?" 



"Oh, yes, Virginia, you know I do. I love you so much!" 



"I love you too, darling. And I think we are ready for this. You really have changed a lot you know, and that is so encouraging -- and reassuring." 



So it was agreed. 



Peter's moving-in didn't take long, and for the first week everything continued pretty much as before. Virginia gave him time to settle down, did not insist on `Mistress and slave' all the time, and in general made him feel as comfortable and secure as she could. 



Then she made her next move. 



"I have been thinking," Virginia said one evening as they sat at the table together after dinner. 



"Oh?" 



Peter waited expectantly. 



"You remember you promised me something, back when we agreed to try again? Do you remember?" 



"Ummm... being submissive?" 



"Mmmm... and something else. You also promised to dress..." 



Peter remembered now. He had thought she had forgotten. He had rather hoped she had forgotten. Now she was waiting for an answer. 



"Oh, yes, that..." 



"You do remember then," she said in a jocularly chiding manner. "And are you going to keep your promise?" 



"Yes... yes, I suppose..." 



"Good! Get out of those clothes then, and we can try on your uniform." 



In fact, there was no need to try it on. She had already measured him early one morning while he was still asleep, and then had the uniforms adjusted to be at least a rough fit. She had added a headscarf, just to give it an nudge away from `nurse' towards `skivvy'. 



Peter, though taken aback, saw no harm in it. So he did as he was told. Once Peter was naked, she led him upstairs to her spare bedroom. There, on the bed, lay the uniform: just a dress and a headscarf. 



"Come on then!" exclaimed Virginia girlishly, being careful to be light-hearted and playful about the whole thing, "let me dress you up, my great big dolly!" 



He docilely allowed her to help him on with the dress. She then tied the headscarf properly. 



"You will have to learn to do this for yourself as soon as possible. It will not do for the lady of the house to be helping her maid with things like this, will it now?" 



"Oh, er, no... no, Mistress?" 



Virginia frowned. 



"No, I don't think `Mistress' is appropriate any longer. How would a uniformed maid-servant address her superior? It would be "Ma'am", wouldn't it? Yes. Ma'am it is then." 



Silence. She looked at him. 



"Well?" 



"Oh, er... yes.. yes, Ma'am." 



"Good. Don't forget in future please. Now, I have some chores for you." 



Peter was surprised. He had thought `dressing up' was a prelude to sex, and he didn't mind trying stuff. But -- chores? But the chores weren't much, and soon he was called to the bedroom, where the dress and scarf came off and he could resume duties more amenable to his nature. It did not seem that this `dressing' lark would be such a bit deal. 



To his surprise, he was expected to be uniformed the next morning. He had been bringing her breakfast in bed for a while now, since they both woke early. This morning, though, he had no sooner set the tray down than, somewhat crossly, she sent him into the spare bedroom to change. 



"But I thought..." he began. 



"Oh, Peter! We agreed, didn't we? Please don't make a fuss. I have a big day at work today and now you will get me all upset." 



She pouted, and looked about to cry. 



"OK, OK". 



Peter went into the spare room, got the dress and scarf on, then came back, and tried hard to be reconciliatory, to cheer her up. But there was hardly any need. As soon as she saw him in uniform, she was all smiles again. 



"Oh, thank you so much, darling!"