Chapter 1 - Debates

 

It began as a joke, when I suggested that being a female was an easy life, it was the male that went out to work, and sorted the finances, while the wife went shopping, and supped coffee.

"Really, do you have any idea how hard the cleaning is, apart from the fact that a lot of females complete a day's work, before, starting in the home?" My girlfriend asked me.

"I do help out at home, and it is not hard work, I keep my room clean, and wash up," I said, to keep the debate going, for fun.

"How about the washing, cleaning the rest of the house, not just one room, the whole building. I moved out, and into a flat, and it is a lot harder than I realised. Moving for the job I have, now.

You are very lucky, living at home with a female to run around after you, your poor, mother. Try a week as a female, and then you will understand, better," she said, but she was laughing, with me.

"It is like farmers, a day planting, a day harvesting, sat on a tractor, and the rest of the time sitting on their backsides," I said.

"Be careful, I grew up on a farm," a friend out with us, said.

"Sorry, and a day spreading, weed killer," I said, laughing.

"OK, how about I introduce you to a friend of mine, she is what is called, a dominatrix, in other words she dominates, lazy, good for nothing, males. She likes ones that are into cross dressing, how do you fancy a month in her hands, as a Sissy Maid?

You and Francesca are getting serious, so it will help if you accept that the housework is not for, the female, but both, partners. When do you start the new job, isn't it six weeks away? That will give you two weeks to recover from the hard work, it is, before, starting work, and knowing how lazy you are, you will need it to recover. Well, are you game, put your effort where your mouth is, just a month, as her Sissy Maid," our friend suggested.

"Not a problem, a month you say, easy peasy," I said.

"She will demand a means to control you, like the cane, and you will have to agree to her using her cane on you, when you fail, so expect a sore arse, or do not fail," our friend said.

"Francesca, what do you say, it will affect you as well, unless Francesca, has visiting rights?" I asked.

"Not until you are under control, she will also train you, Francesca, in how to keep it under control," our friend offered, and laughed.

"I have never admitted this to anyone, but I have a fancy to take a male, and keep it, ergo, to control it, I quite fancied using a cane on the peachy buttocks pointing up, at me," Francesca said, laughing.

"She will not allow that, but many a true word, is, spoken in jest. What you do in your own time is up to you, but she will not allow you to use the cane on your partner, not under her roof. If you go too far, it would be her fault, so no. She will make it work, she will hurt it, but there will be no permanent damage. She knows just how far to go, her clients have a safe word they can use if she hurts them, more than they can accept, say.

I'll come clean; I work as her maid, at weekends, it helps pay my university costs, even so, I will not see, you. You will be on your own, with her, and she will, make you work. Well, do you have the balls to accept my challenge, one month, as her Sissy Maid, and I am betting, here, a fiver, all I can afford; that you do not stay, for the month. In which case I win, and you fail. Tomorrow is Saturday, so, from Sunday, for four weeks; that is all, well, cowardly cat, are you afraid of, a female?" she challenged me.

"No, I am not, and I accept the bet, here my fiver, in fact I am that confident that I will make it two, to one, and put a tenner, on the table, now where do I have to go?" I asked her.

"You don't, I will make the arrangements, and let you know," she told us.

Why was I excited about it, I mean, I did not fancy being, a maid, all that cleaning, and serving that, was what a maid did, wasn't it? I had accepted the challenge, and I was not going to let our friend, belittle me. Yet that was what she had done, goading me into taking the bet, but I was also excited; it was a challenge, and I could not resist, a challenge. I usually won, but I usually knew in advance that I could, win, otherwise I didn't take the bet; this was different. Even so, dusting, and running the vacuum cleaner over the carpets, can't be that hard, can it?

Saturday evening and Francesca came for dinner, with a note for me, which she slipped into my hand quietly, so my parents did not see it. I went to the bathroom to read it.

'I accept the challenge, to teach a useless male in the art of cleaning. There is an art to doing it properly, which if you accept, then I will, teach you.

What you have to accept is that I will demand that the job is done to my standard, and time. If it is not; then I reserve the right to use corporal punishment, to ensure it is done to, the time set, and my standard.

If you accept the challenge, at eleven o'clock, which I presume you are, a gentleman, and will, walk, your girlfriend home, then I will know that you accept, leave at ten thirty, and I will know you do not accept, leave at eleven thirty, and again, I will know that you do not accept, the challenge.

It will be up to you to suggest that you leave, your girlfriend is expecting you to, and will agree, whatever time you say, it is time to go, home. She knows of the rules, and will agree. I also suggest that you make an excuse to be away from home for the month, so your parents do not, panic,' it was signed, The Mistress.

I read it, and then went down the stairs, we had as usual a good evening, apart from the fact that I had not planned, for being away. My girlfriend came to my rescue, or was it.

"My dad is renovating a property, and needs a hand, it is quite a way from here, and if Michael wants to help. He would appreciate it, but it means that he will be away from home for a month, at least. I did tell him that Michael started work in his new job in six weeks, so that was all the time he could spare. You were going to tell your mum and dad, weren't you?" she asked me.

"Yes, yes, I was just waiting for the right time, there isn't one, is there? Not because of that, but it is time I became independent, and I have asked the girls if I can move in with them sharing the costs, now I have a decent job. They have agreed so when I come back, I will be staying with them, I hope you understand?" I asked.

"At your age I was married, and not living with my mother, I think it will do you good," my dad said, my mother was perhaps not as happy but accepted it.

Eleven o'clock prompt, I said that I needed my bed, and that I would walk Francesca home. She put her coat on, I did hold it for her, I am not a heathen, and then we set out.

We walked down the drive, along the road, and I don't know why, but I had an uneasy feeling, as if someone, was watching us. I suppose I knew they were, she had said she would be, or would know, but how, unless she was, watching us?

We arrived at Francesca's home, and I kissed her good night on the doorstep, it was a long passionate kiss. We both knew, I would not have her in my arms for a month, so we made the most of it, as if I was going to war.

Eventually we parted, and I began to walk home, why, I was in such high spirits I don't know, but I felt like jumping up, and kicking the air, as you see on films; when the female says yes, to the question, burning in every lover's heart, marriage.

My euphoria was what meant that I was not as observant, as I usually, am. I never saw the car parked by the roadside, in a dark part of the road, by the park. Nor did I see the door open, the first I knew was when the lights went out, as someone slipped a hood over my head, and I was pushed to the ground. By the time I had recovered, to any degree, my hands were behind my back, and handcuffs were being put around them.

They lifted my head, and a hand came under the bag, and acrid tasting cloth was stuffed in my mouth, as I opened it, to cry, for help.

Whoever they were, they were efficient, gagged, handcuffed, and with a bag over my head in literally seconds. Then something large was put over both eyes, and it was sticky. Then the bag was removed, and tape put down from my head, across my cheek, under my chin, and over both eyes. They then pulled the hood back down, lifted me up, and led me to a point, and lifted me up, dumped me on a solid floor, and tied my ankles up. Then I heard the slam, and click; they had put me in the boot of a car.

We set off, funnily enough it was exciting, and tickled me, those emotions quelled my fear perhaps, because I was expecting something, not being kidnapped as it were, but I had accepted the challenge by leaving on time, so I had agreed to whatever they, decided.

It was thrilling, and exciting, as I felt the bumps, as when we went over the sleeping policemen. They were being careful, not to bounce me around too much, but I did get bounced, a bit. On and on we drove, our friend said, she worked with the woman, so it was in the town, yet we had been driving for far too long, to be in, the town. Even the next town was not where she worked, we had been driving for a lot longer than that, even.

We did stop eventually, and then there was silence, I lay there waiting, what felt like a long time, an hour or more, before the click of the boot lid, and being lifted again, and carried.

We went along for a bit, then down stairs, and across a room perhaps, up three steps, and then I was dumped on the floor. A hand unzipped my trousers, and pulled my cock out. I felt something going up it, and then relief, as it drained my bladder, and then I was left. I did hear a clang of a metal gate perhaps, and the click of a lock.

Nothing had been said, it was all done as if everyone knew exactly what they were supposed to do; it went like clockwork, and now I was worried, lying there, on the solid floor, and shackled.

I have no idea, if it was the boredom, or not, but I did fall asleep, I know I did, she kicked my bottom to wake me, I presume it was, a she.

"So, you think that being a housewife is shopping for clothes, and sipping coffees, do you? I am Mistress, just that, my name is not relevant, as you will find out, when I allow you to speak, you will be on your knees, and you will use, my title.

I accepted the challenge for a bet, not because my maid asked me to, she asked me in front of another Mistress, I had been talking to, about my success in training lazy, useless males, and she, bet me, five thousand pounds that I couldn't turn a useless male, into something, of use.

She said it without a time limit, but when my maid asked me to help her; then the time limit was set at one month, so I hope you like, pain. I am allowing one week to make you proficient as a female, and a week at the cleaning, then two weeks to perfect it. Before you go to my friend, and spend a week with her, to win the bet for me. Fail, and you will feel what five thousand pounds worth of pain, feels like. I never lose, and you will not, let me down. I have dozens of males that will clean for me, I do not need you, except, for the challenge.

My friend will be here soon, and she is also, a Mistress, and will help me, with you, but because we would not know to whom you wished to speak, if we both have the same title, you will call her, Miss. She is not the Mistress; I have the bet with. I will be in charge, she is just here to help me, with you, not in the training of you, but more so to ensure you do not escape.

My home, which is where you are, is a four-bedroom house, set in its own grounds which is, I believe, the same as your home, so the work will be very similar to the work your mother, does, within, the house.

She may not be as pedantic, as I am, but that is irrelevant, you will clean to my standard, how your mother cleans is not up for debate, all you need to accept, and work to is, my standard.

Your dress will be decided by me, and again without debate. My cane is very effective in making sure that the message, is accepted, as it is in making sure my standard is also, the accepted, standard. If I am frightening you, good, I meant to. One last point, I know, I am a bitch, but the last person to call me that ended up with a broken jaw, so accept it is ill advised to call me one, just accept that I am, one.

One last point, I trained as a medic in the army, and I have seen it, covered it, sewn it, put pads on it, and cleaned it up. If you feel like filling your panties, it will not worry me, you, will be cleaning it up.

Perfect," she said, as the doorbell rang, and she left me closing, and locking the cage door, as she left.

I lay there waiting uneasily; her pep talk was not the type of talk I was used to, it was aggressive, forceful, and unambiguous. I was to obey her, or suffer that, was the message, she sent.

"It looks rather pathetic like that, not the male we collected last night, but even then, it didn't struggle as much as I expected it to, even knowing it was, to be taken," a new voice said.

"That is perhaps not quite true, it knew it was to be trained in obedience, and housekeeping, but it didn't know how it was going to be taken to the place it was to be, trained, at. I did rather expect more of a struggle, I admit. You need to accept that it is currently confused, not knowing where it is, or how ugly we are, battered and bruised from our time in the army, cauliflower ears perhaps, and scars from knife fights. The odd scar from where bullets went through us, or wounded us; so, fearful, and confused, is how it is, at the moment," the woman to be called Mistress, said.

They began by cutting my clothes off me, so that I was naked, and vulnerable, and then they dragged me out of the cage, and sat me down, tying me to the seat. I heard the click of a lamp being switched on, and then they released a hand, but it was still tied, somehow, giving me room to move it, to some degree.

They removed half of the blindfold so that I could see, but I was blinded, by the light.

"Before you, is the contract, you sign it here. I will now read it to you, the light will make it that you cannot read it, so you will have to trust, me.

It says:- I the undersigned have asked the Mistress to educate me in the role of a housewife, to keep house, in an orderly, manner. I accept that I am stupid, and know nothing, hence asking her to educate me. I accept that as part for the educational process, it will be necessary for the Mistress to use corporal punishment, and or, other means of waking up my brains, as long as she can find them.

I agree, and ask that she uses, pain, via corporal punishment, shame, distress, and misery, as the means at her disposal, to make me work, to the standard, required.

I also accept that because the clothing will be provided by the Mistress, I will not object to wearing it, no matter what, it is.

I give her full control of my body, as long as there is no permanent damage, or injury, to said body, and that any changes made are corrected before I leave her establishment.

The Madam for her part, agrees to feed, clothe, and provide suitable housing for the slave, me, while under her rule, and full instruction in the subject, to be trained in, being an expert in, the subject.

Slave, it says that I will feed you, provide suitable clothes for the work, so I will provide rubber gloves, protective goggles, or hard hat as necessary, and put a roof over your head, while under my tuition.

It also says that you accept that I am a bitch, and never satisfied with the work, and that I will make you do it to my, standard, with my cane, or with shame, whatever it takes to make you meet my, ideals. Is that simple enough for you, now sign it, or find your own way home. Oops, I knew it was a mistake to cut the clothes off, now what can it wear, should it decide to leave? Not my problem, I am sure I can find an old pair of panties, or a G string for it to wear, walking home.

Slave, any means at my disposal, you agreed by doing as asked, now accept it, and sign, it is twenty miles of a walk, in a G string, if you don't," she told me, showing me the string where the G, came from I have no idea, it was little more than, string.

I signed; it was not what I expected, but it was as agreed, so I signed.

 

Chapter 2 - Preparations

 

Once the contracts were signed, they released me from the chair, and shackled me then, led me, now blindfolded, back the way we had come, so it was back into the cage, the clang of the door, confirmed it. A little later they propped me up, and fed me; then put the gag back, and left me for the night.

The start of a new day was the start of my new life, according to the maids, so they said, who collected me, the next morning.

They led me to a different room, and again after the clang of the cage door, they released, my hands, and told me to shower. I began to remove the gag and blindfold, as told to, and looked at the area. It was a wet area inside a room, separated by the cage front from the rest of the room. I set the shower, and had a shower, it was nice, to be able to shower, even if I was locked inside, the area, and the maids were watching me from seats at the far side of the room. Let's face it, they had seen me naked now, from looking at me through the bars then, leading me to the shower; there was nothing to hide, that they had not already seen, and studied.

Finished, I turned the shower off, and took the towel drying myself. Dry, I stood facing them by the bars.

"You are to be doing the work associated with, a female, the job is for, a maid, again, a female, role. By association with the job, your designation, will be female, but as the Mistress stated, that designation has yet, to be earned. To earn it, you will be female, so from it to a female slave in one easy move, but then, you need to earn the right to be a maid, this week you will learn how to be, female.

The longer you take, to be female, the longer you will be in pain, and abject, misery. Turn around, while we shackle you, until you do, you will stay in the shower area, caged, like a useless, male," the head of the maids said.

I decided to turn around, not knowing what to expect, except that they would put the shackles back on me. They did, as expected, and opened the door. They put the collar and lead on my neck, and led me out, and into a room across the corridor. The walls were lined with cupboards, centrally stood a dentist's chair, and that was where they wanted me. It was a bit battered, and old looking, but worked, as they undid my hands, and fastened them to the arms of the chair. They then tied a band around each ankle, and lowered the back, and put a strap around my ankles and the chair, fixing them.

"Every now and then, a woman will enjoy the pampering associated with a make-over, we hope you do, as we turn this, this, erm, this lump of degraded clay, into something approaching, the female form.

I wondered how long they would be so derogatory, towards me, I assumed it would be until I was what they wanted, rather, what the Mistress, wanted, she was the one, pulling their, strings. I also knew that until I met her as her maid, then I was not fully trained. The only way out of this was to be whatever they wanted, and as soon as possible, so I lay back ready to be, pampered.

I began to accept that nothing was as it appears to be, and as far from your dreams, as was, possible.

To be taken by a sexy female, and made to do as she desires was, the dream. But I was not made to be, female, I just cleaned a little, and spent most of the time, fucking her. I began to wonder how close to that dream this, was going to be.

They had said that Francesca and I, were becoming an item, I didn't argue, in reality, I just wanted to get into her panties. I did like her, but more as, can we say, friends, with extras?

Marriage was not even in my sights yet, I wanted to sow my wild oats, and sow as many, as possible.

The females attending me were older, obviously, but not that old, let's say that these females were, mid-twenties, so very much a female to chase, for a romp, and believe it or not, because they were domineering, they appealed to me, even more so.

As I lay there one began to wash my hair, I had just done it, but she must not have been happy, and washed it, again. Another pulled or lowered two hooks down on steel ropes, and hooked them onto the eyes on the straps around my ankles. They then removed the strap across my legs, and lifted my ankles up.

She began to spread a warm goo on my legs, and put paper on top then, she ripped the paper off, taking my leg hairs with the paper.

"Hey, hey, bitch that hurt," I said, as the pains woke me from the relaxed feeling, as they fussed over me, and it was a rude, awakening.

"Gag, please?" the leader asked,

Hands went to clits, and there was a buzzing behind me, they were energetic in their actions, and it left nothing to my imagination, as they prepared, the gag. A hand went to my balls, and began to squeeze, making me open my mouth, to shout, as one might expect. But they just filled the bag on the gag with their panties, and stuffed that, in my mouth, and fastened it, behind my head.

"Make a note please, it swore, and at us," the leader said, and one of the girls made a note in a little, black book.

They now continued to apply the goo, papers, and rip them off with, was that a smile I saw on her face, as I grimaced at the pain, of her ripping the hairs viciously, out of my leg.

The fronts and sides cleared, she did run her hand over them to make sure, she raised my legs higher, and cleared up to my knees, on the underside. Before raising them even higher, to clear the thighs of hairs. My legs now clear of hairs, I looked with shock and horror, at her as she fastened my leg back down to the table at my ankles, and thighs. Then she began applying the goo to my groin, and the bitch was smiling, as she applied it.

"This is called a bikini wax, it is so that unsightly hairs, are not visible, when wearing, a bikini. I could have shaved the area needed to be clear, but you called me, a Bitch, now I will confirm, your thoughts, waxing the area. Done regularly it can still hurt, but no-where near as much as when the hairs are as long as yours, are. I, will enjoy, this, you see I know I am, but as the Mistress told you; you, do not call any of us, one. We can't use the cane on you, as we would like to, but there are a lot more ways than one, to skin a Tom cat, as you will find out," she told me, and then ripped the first paper off, it brought tears to my eyes it hurt, so much.

I looked on aghast, as she continued to apply the goo to my groin. I must admit that she only did clear the area affected, shall we say, and she shaved the balance, even so she made sure it hurt me, a lot.

Lesson one, watch what I say. Obviously, it would be less painful if I had not spoken, as she then, explained.

"This particular wax has a mild anaesthetic in the blend. To make the clearing of the legs less painful, but it only lasts a few seconds. Wax on, paper on, and off, ten seconds, if that. I left the paper on for longer than that, so you felt the full effects of losing, the hairs, and in a particularly painful area. Yes, I am one, but you do not call me one, it is very painful, when you do, or any of us. Our leader may not be in a position to hurt you, but rest assured one of us will be," she told me.

My hair washed, and she did add two other lotions, what they were, I had no idea, and trimmed it, then, put rollers in it, and even that hurt, as she pulled on my hair, to tighten the roller, as she put it in.

The third was dealing with my nails, as the other two worked shaping them, and painting them, while the fourth shaved under my arm pits, and then, stood to one side, as a guard perhaps/ In case I managed somehow, to get free of these vixens.

They shackled my hands and ankles, then, they released me from the table, this was something they all got involved in, to make sure I couldn't get free of them.

They helped me to my feet, and I stood there naked as the day I was born. My hair still in rollers, and I was shackled, but now with bright red toe and finger nails, naked legs, and groin, both hair free, and red, inflamed, by her waxing, my legs.

"Ladies we now have the basic material, and we need to build it in, our image. I would like to stress that; when the basic material is as poor as this is, we do have our work cut out, for us," she said, with dismay.

They led me out of that torture room, into the one next door, where the room was full of clothes. I saw bras, panties, corsets, and dresses all on hangers, or in cubby holes ready for use.