Chapter 1 - Arrival

 

I had decided to move, and having seen this magnificent house, an old nursing home, with twelve flats in it, set in two acres of woodland, I just had to get the vacant flat. The last one, all the others were occupied.

I wandered around the back to a large area, separated into twelve plots for plants, vegetables or flowers.

"Hello," a female voice said behind me, I turned to see this vision of a goddess.

"Oh hello, I am Brian, erm, I have heard about a flat being empty, and came to have a look. Erm, how, erm, how do I get in touch with the landlord," I stuttered, taken aback by the vision, before me.

"Would you like a coffee, I will contact them for you, you can meet them in my flat, this way," she said, oozing sexy vibes, as she led the way.

I followed her mesmerised, by her beauty, and sex appeal.

We went into her flat on the ground floor; she made the coffees, and placed mine on the coffee table, and sat in the chair, facing me.

"There is a vetting process, you know, every prospective resident is vetted, for acceptance into, the house. Do you have a criminal record?" She asked me.

"I beg your pardon, we have just met," I said.

"If you have; then you might as well leave, now, erm, after the coffee, the landlady is on her way; she will be here in a few minutes. The apartments are not cheap you know, can you afford one?" she asked me.

"That is between me, and the landlord," I said.

"As you wish, what about noise, are you, or do you play your music loudly?" she asked me.

"I don't, is this the vetting, are you the one to vet prospective clients?" I asked her.

"You might say that, I am just asking the sort of questions they ask, to enlighten you," she told me.

"Thank you for your consideration, and advice; I am shall we say, confident that I, will pass any vetting," I said.

"What about sex; do you?" she asked me.

"Erm, do I, what?" I asked feeling uneasy.

"I have an itch; would you like to scratch it for me; the Landlady will wait?" She asked me, making it obvious what she wanted me to scratch her itch.

"Oh, oh, erm, well, erm, y-yes," I said.

The woman of my dreams, sexy, very attractive, and asking me to fuck her, who wouldn't, she was a Venus, and Aphrodite, all rolled into one being; get them off love, I am hard, and waiting.

She took my hand, and led me into the bedroom; it was well, more perhaps fitting for a brothel, the naked statues, and paintings that decorated the walls.

"Erm, d-did you paint, these," I said indicating the walls.

"Yes, do you like them? I am currently painting a mural on the wall covered by the cloth. It is a Roman scene, a riotous scene of a Roman orgy, sex, food, wine, and sex, Oh I said that, didn't I? Yes, a Roman orgy; hard throbbing cocks, and eager clits abound. There will be bouncing tits, and skittish females running around, eager to be caught by the hard cock, chasing her. It is just a pencil sketch at the moment, as I get the proportions right," she told me, undoing my shirt, she was eager.

I was not that far behind her, if she was as good in bed as the place looked to be, with the acres of grounds, and deer roaming the parkland, then she was just another reason to rent, the vacant flat.

She didn't waste any time in stripping, and I didn't, naked, we made for the bed, she lay down, and I lay next to her, my hand went into overdrive fondling a breast, as I climbed on. My other arm went around her neck, and pulled her in to me. I kissed her sweet lips tenderly, but she was eager, and kissed me hard, passionately.

I decided to skimp the preliminaries, and get down to it, putting my hand to her clit, and rubbing it prior to entering it with a finger. She had said she had an itch, and it was a raging one, from the eagerness she put into getting my cock up her. Her hand was rubbing my cock vigorously, making it rise as quickly as possible, and when it was hard and throbbing, she rolled me onto my back, and sat up on my thighs.

"Is this part of the vetting?" I asked cheekily.

"You might say, it is," she said.

She lifted up, and dropped, ramming my cock up her hard. and she did not rest; she began immediately with the hard, fast thrusts, ramming me in hard and fast

"Harrumph, harrumph," she was saying; winding herself with the effort she was putting in, ramming me in hard, and fast.

Her tits bounced with the effort marvellously, they were a delight to watch, and they rippled with the shock wave of her crashing into my thighs.

Then as she reached her climax, she grabbed them, tethering them in her hands, and crushing them, her nipples poked out between her fingers, and thumbs, and then she closed them crushing her nipples as well now, as she neared her climax. On and on she rode my cock, her tits like pancakes, and her nipples had been squeezed to fine, brown, flat projections from between her fingers and thumbs. She was bouncing hard now, and in shorter strokes, as she climaxed, squirting her love juices onto my groin.

I lay back relatively relaxed, I felt the desire to shoot, but I was fascinated by the action of her tits, and now her hands, as she crushed her tits.

Slowly the desire increased to a need, and she was ravaging my dick for all she was worth again, slamming it in hard and fast, rising to her second orgasm. I held on still quite relaxed, about it.

After all there was this Venus sat on my cock, and riding it for all she was worth; her tits, what was left visible of them, rippled deliciously, from the effort.

A second squirt hit my balls that, was the only thing that broke my vision, brought me back to reality. A third, and a fourth squirt hit my balls, and by now I was getting desperate to shoot, so I let her have my load into the condom.

"I have to ask, huh, huh, did I, huh, pass?" I asked her.

"I, huh, am not sure, huh, I huh, need a second opinion, don't move," she told me, and got off the bed. She left the bedroom, and returned with a mug of steaming coffee, then put her dressing gown on, and left the bedroom again.

I got up, used the bathroom, and then got back into bed; a second opinion, I am up for it. By the time she returned, I was taking a sip of my coffee, it was almost finished by this time, and I almost dropped the cup as her twin sister entered. She wasn't, but a twin Venus had just entered, with, my Venus.

"Hum, not bad, and you say that the cock is adequate. Hum, a port in any storm, perhaps?" The new Venus asked.

"Not bad, quite cute, the right shape, and with the required equipment, I think an excellent addition to the building, take it for a test drive, try it out, I did," my first Venus suggested.

"Hum, let me think, perhaps we should first of all ask the other members, and allow them to ask any questions they may have?" the woman who had joined her, asked.

"The inquisition, hum, I like the idea, but I demand a second vote, having taken it for a test drive," my conquest said.

"OK, but we will have to ask the other residents, about that," the first said.

"I accept that as being fair. Shall we?" she asked.

"We might as well. Are you willing to be interviewed by the other residents, to make sure you are suitable, as a tenant? I can tell you that you already have two votes in favour, of you moving in?" She asked me.

"I have no problem with that, it will be nice to meet the other residents," I said, and got out of the bed.

"Please, turn around and face the wall, for us, now put your hands behind your back, great," she said, as I did as, asked, wondering why.

I felt them closing in on me, and then one grabbed my balls, and began to squeeze, as I opened my mouth to speak, she stuffed some cloth in, and as that was happening; the other put hand cuffs on me. They turned me, and put tape over my mouth, and a collar around my neck with a lead attached.

They then led me naked into the other room where I nearly dropped dead at the sight; as sat in a semi-circle were the other residents, every one of them, and every one of them was, female.

I was led to the centre, and they tapped me behind my knees making me kneel, and put their hands on my shoulders to make sure I stayed kneeling.

"Ladies, before you, is a proposed candidate, for the spare accommodation. Take a good look, it is well worth the good look, my neighbour has vetted the candidate, and she was very satisfied. I have yet to take it for a test run. Comments, please?" She asked the audience.

"I like what I see, but what about performance?" One asked.

"That, I can vouch for; four, yes, I tell you no lies, four, orgasms, and it has a shaft that filled my cavity," my conquest said, or was I, her conquest?

"And that takes some doing," one said, and they burst out laughing, while I knelt there embarrassed, yet tickled by the sight before me.

"So, we can accept that it looks the part, and has performance, but what about stamina?" Another asked.

"We have to agree that, has yet, to be tested, would you like to try it?" the first female asked.

"Hum, I am not averse to the idea, where, here, and now?" She asked.

"We will need a little help, the candidate may be averse to being on display, while in action," The first female I had met here, said.

They seemed to rise as one, and grab me. They undid my wrists, and lay me on my back, one sat on me, as the others fastened my wrists to fixing points hidden in the carpet, under the chairs, I shook my head vigorously, but to no avail, they were going to do whatever they wanted, with me. I had agreed to the inquisition, and this was now part of it; so, I could object, but not too strongly, she was well worth chasing, for a fuck.

My arms fixed stretched out, and now my ankles were being fastened to more fixing points with the ropes, and she was stood hovering over me.

I was looking up her dress, but she had underskirts on, and I could see nothing.

"Do you need stimulation?" One asked her.

"Hum, it might be an idea," she replied.

The first woman knelt down, and put her hand to the tape as the woman I had already fucked put her hand to my lips, as well.

This was not the first time they had done this; they were well practiced, at it.

The woman knelt down, and then lowered down slowly, as her clit closed in on my lips, the females with their hands close to my lips ripped the tape off, and pulled the cloth out, and she sat down making sure she gagged me with her clit, as they removed the gag.

In for a penny in for a pound, as they say, I could ignore the clit resting on my lips, and the rise in my groin, but why? A fuck is a fuck, isn't it, so, I had an audience.

'Do you think they will applaud, when I have given her the prerequisite, orgasms?' I wondered, as I got to work, licking and probing her clit and cunt.

As I licked her, she began to produce her juices, and did she produce them; a moist, wet clit is nice, it makes for a better fuck, but it felt as though it flowed in rivers, and she was not a still person. Her arse was going twenty to the dozen, as she squirmed and squirmed rubbing her juices into my lips, chin, nose and cheeks. How the fuck she managed that; I will never know?

Perhaps it was her thighs that spread it, as it ran down from the sides of my mouth, and she rode my tongue.

Once she was ready, she must have nodded, or something to indicate that she was about to move, because as she rose up, tasty cloth was pushed in my mouth, and the tape was put back over the top. I now knew what the taste was; it had been spread all around my mouth, as she climbed the ladder to her heights of passion.

Someone lifted her dress at the back, as she moved back down me onto, my cock. She seemed to hover over the area for a second or two, then I felt it, as her soft, juicy clit began its descent, covering my hard, throbbing cock slowly, down, down. It went deeper and deeper, in a long, slow descent. I looked at her face, as it shone, a broad smile creased it; her eyes were closed, enjoying the feelings of my cock slipping into her cunt, slowly.

She settled on my cock, and sighed as she slowly came to rest on my groin with my cock deep inside her throbbing, magically.

She began to rise up, her hands on her tits, crushing them in ecstasy. Up, up, so majestically, then the long, slow descent, up again slowly, and then the descent, up and down slowly.

"Ah, ah, yes, hah," she said, enjoying the feelings as my cock slipped in and out so slowly.

This was not a fuck; it was a performance, a theatrical performance, as she rode my cock so artistically. Feelings are hard to hide, and perhaps desperate now for the fuck; she began to ram me in hard, and fast. My own emotions were very much alight, and the desire was beginning to grow from a basic desire, to a need to shoot, my load.

Just as I was feeling the need to shoot, she squirted, and now splashed me, as she crashed into my groin hard, and fast, she was not one to slow enjoying the orgasmic feelings, she just wanted more and more, riding me hard, without pause.

For me the benefit was that her orgasms were not slow to rise, and continued to come one on the heels of the other, one, two, three, four, five, six, and then she screamed.

"Let me have it fucking hell cum, bastard, cum," she screamed.

I let her have it, shooting my load deep into the condom, and she came to rest, and settled on my groin panting, with her hands still crushing her breasts, and shivering as the orgasms rippled on and on. They were not fresh orgasms, just the residual ripples of the ones she was still enjoying.

"Phew, I vote we keep it," she said, and went into the bathroom.

She came out, and sat on the chair she had been sat on, and smiled at me.

"Well, from what I have just seen, I would say that it has endurance, and stamina. I also vote that we keep it," one said.

"What about the noise aspect, does it play music too loud, you know how I like to sleep in the afternoon, ready for my evening's activities?" A different one asked.

"We know you are gagged, but you can nod or shake your head so do you play music, loudly?" The first female asked me, she seemed to be leading this inquisition, I shook my head.

"The rent is very reasonable for the right candidate, the rent is eight hundred a month, for the studio apartment, but for the right person it can be, reduced. From my enquiries it would appear that you have shall we say an embarrassing, bank account balance, being overdrawn, and the dole does not pay that much, so if you wish to reside here you have very few, options. First of all, you found your way in, so you can very easily find your way, out. The second is to well end up in serious debt, can you find sixteen hundred pounds by tomorrow, the deposit, and first month's rent?" She asked me, I shook my head.

"No, I thought not. That leaves us with the third option, to accept us as your, erm what shall we say, what is the opposite of a conquest, is there one? Ah yes, the defeated, which implies being under, our thumb, being a laky to our desires, many of which, you have just fulfilled. Well, for two of the group.

What I need to know is; are you willing to agree to our demands, or do we need to use persuasive techniques? Nod if you wish us to persuade you; we would like that, or shake if you wish us not to try, and persuade you to sign, the contract?" She asked me.

I looked at her confused; she wanted me to ask her to persuade me to stay? What! With a dozen sexy, alluring, and very fuckable females wanting me to fuck them? Is she for real? I didn't need any persuasion, give me the contract, bitch. I'll sign; just give me the pen, and contract.

She had confused me so much I didn't know whether to shake or nod, the question was worded oddly; it was meant to confuse. Normally the question is; if you wish to sign, nod, but she hadn't said that, had she? Fuck I had no idea what she wanted me to do, all I knew was that I would do anything, to be living in this house, and I would tell them so. All I could do was nod or shake my head, being gagged, but which one?

"I will make it simpler for you is there anything you would not do to live in this house?" she asked me, and I shook my head.

"If I said that to reduce the rent, you would have to vacuum the stairs, halls and landings, would you?" She asked me, I nodded eagerly

"What about, if I were to say that we would reduce the rent by, hum, oh, say, fifty pounds per female you satisfied, each month. Would that be a problem?" She asked me, and I shook my head, "Even if they wanted it with you tied down, like now?" She asked me, and I smiled, and shook my head.

"So that would not be a problem. What about if we wanted you to wear say an apron, would you agree to that?" She asked me, I nodded.

"So far so good; what about female clothes, let me explain, we have several females who come to visit, and if they see a male, then, it could drive them away. I can't, sorry; I am not allowed to explain why, that is. Would you appear as a female, if necessary?" she asked me, and I thought for a moment, and nodded.

"So, bondage, and cross dressing are not alien, to you, are they?" She asked, again I thought for a moment, and then shook my head.

"You did not seem sure, about that. What about the cane, if you fail in the duties, are you willing to allow us to use it on you, for failings, obviously, rather than kicking you, out?" She asked, and again I thought for a moment, and then nodded.

Weak females they won't hurt me, so why not; just think about the fucks, look at them all, eager and willing to get them off, no contest, I thought now, I admit it was, bravado.

"Have you ever been to, or considered visiting, a dominatrix? Be very careful, to lie is a failing, so do not lie, I may already know the answer, just a clue to help you avoid being kicked out," she told me.

Again, I considered the question very carefully, she was giving nothing away; I suspected that she already knew from her questions, and reluctantly, nodded.

"Yes, you did, and wanted to be kidnapped, tied up, and given the cane. Then made to dress as a female, and clean for her, as her Sissy Maid. You guessed correctly, I knew you had been to my cousin, you don't recognise me, then again, I was a lot wider in those days, before we won on the lottery. Now I am a lady of leisure, along with my friends who were partners in the Euro Millions.

How much? That is for us to know, and you to benefit from, as our Sissy Maid, which offers the successful applicant, free accommodation, with extras. We will not charge you for the evening's entertainment, as long as it is, entertaining, which means at least two orgasms, each time, more is better, but two, is required, shall we say?

We would find it very entertaining if you were to agree to join us, but not too readily, shall we say that you need some, persuasion. I mean, we have you now, how difficult, would it be to kidnap you say, and hold you, until you signed, kept in bondage say, till tomorrow, struggle please, but first, would that be agreeable?" She asked me, I looked at her, and nodded.

"Good, then we shall, but from now on you stay in character, as the unwilling prisoner, I will have the contract written up ready for, tomorrow," she told me.

You may find it funny, but I was excited at the prospect, twelve randy, and sexy females to fuck, who wouldn't be? Yet there was some anxiety, a tension as to what was about to happen. I mean how bad can it be, a night in bondage?

I was soon to learn women, cannot be trusted; well, these women could not be.

They released me, with one of them sat on me, while two released an arm holding onto it, and putting a leather band around it. I tried to struggle doing as asked, and acting as the unwilling victim.

The woman sat on me moved down me, as the others joined in, and lifted me up into the sitting position. They put my arms behind my back and shackled them, now naked, and my hands shackled behind my back, they stood me up, but four still held onto me.

I saw two of them, they didn't try to hide it, as they took their panties off, and stuffed them in my mouth. I held it closed, but a firm grip on my crown jewels, was enough for me to open it. They stuffed the panties in, and put the tape over the top. One then opened her hand bag, and removed a sanitary towel, and opened it showing me, and placed it over my eyes, sticky side down, they then put tape over the top. Things were getting worse now, my hands shackled, unable to call for help, and blindfolded, I was theirs.

I was led out of the room, and along the corridor, we turned right, and down some stairs, they guided me down, telling me to go down a step. Then we turned right again, so as if going back down towards the front door, but a floor below it.

We turned left, and into a room as the four sets of hands guided me across the floor, they pushed me against an object, and then I felt my arms being lifted up, making me bend over forward, and onto an object. The top of the item I was stood against, was padded. They lifted me a fraction, just enough to lift my feet off the floor, and then my arms were fixed holding me in place, as they now pulled my legs apart, and fastened them, and finally put a broad belt over my back, holding me down.

"Before agreeing, it is always advisable to check what the contract, entails. What you get, and what you have to do, to get it. What you get is a roof over your head, food in your belly, clothes on your back, and a dozen females, to satisfy. What you have to do to get it, is keep the house clean, dressed as we decide, and to a standard we dictate, in a time we also dictate. It is really very simple, until you read the small print, where it states that not to reach our exacting standards, we can use corporal punishment, to make you achieve the standard, or time limit.

You will appear at all times as, we dictate, fully dressed in the uniform, we dictate. As maids of old did, you will bow to us, rather curtsey. We hate to keep everything a surprise, so to begin we will show you what can happen to you, should you fail, then put you in bondage for the night, to dwell on the catastrophic mistake you have made, upsetting, us," she said, and I felt a long thin thing resting on my buttocks.

It left them, and then rested again, and left them, and there was a wait, and then.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' I thought, as it landed viciously, there was movement, and it rested again left, rested, left and then.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' as another searing pain ripped into my buttocks.

There was movement as they changed over, and it rested again, left and rested, left and another searing pain shot into my arse, three four, five, six, would this never, fucking well end, eight, nine ten, eleven, and twelve.

"One, just one stroke each, to show you the cost of failing, it hurts doesn't it, so don't fail. Say you failed in my bedroom? I am now allowed to give you six strokes, but if you failed in Mavis's bedroom, she would give you the six, what about if you failed in my bedroom and Mavis's then we both, give you six. Fail in a community room, and we all, give you six, do not fail," the woman told me.

They left me weeping on the box for a few minutes, before they began to put me into bondage.

What had I let myself in for? I had agreed to this, but I did not realise just how painful, the thing they used on me was, and now gagged, I couldn't object. I suppose the simple answer was, do not fail, as she had said, but she said her bedroom, and Mavis's, how fucking much work was there to do? Twelve females living in the same mansion, so twelve bedrooms, and all en-suit, a living room, dining room, a study, a library, a kitchen, a larder, a wine cellar where I presumed, I was.

Corridors, guest bedrooms, the list had suddenly become endless, and all to be cleaned by me, alone, fuck that, perhaps the best idea was not to sign tomorrow, and walk out. Then again, they would be expecting me to fight them, as per the agreement; so, they would not see it as being other than, our agreement. That I play my part as the victim, fuck; what, have I let myself, in for?

These things all went through my mind as I lay there on the thing, aching, until they returned.

"We have now allowed you time to think, to allow our demands, to sink in. It probably will be painful at the start, and distressing for you, but work hard, achieve the standard, and time scale, and then it will be far more, acceptable. We were shall we say all wealthy before the win, earning a good salary of about one hundred and twenty thousand a year, plus bonuses, so not your normal housewife. We had to be bossy, autocratic yet, control it, because of erm, human rights, employee conditions, and rights, boring.

Do you know I am not allowed to slap the cretin that just cost the firm six hundred pounds, because they are, a cretin? I would have liked to take a cane to their arses. The photo copier jammed, and instead of asking for help, she used a fucking knife to clear it, and we had to call the firm out to repair it. A stupid male came into my office, with some papers, and knocked my coffee all over the six-million-pound contract, we had just got. It was to build a new extension to the local hospital, ruined, I had to ask for it to be redrawn up, I couldn't ask the Health Secretary to sign a contract stained, with coffee, could I?" She asked me angrily; I shook my head.

"No, indeed not, so now I can use my cane on any imbecile who upsets me, as agreed. Do not upset me, it hurts.

Before we put you in bondage, are you willing to sign the contract now, or not. Too late, it needs more persuasion, Ladies, shall we begin? The basic concept is that you know nothing, and need someone to tell you what to do, every little detail, until you know, the job, and do not need to think, not that you can do, being male. To start the process, we take any, and every control you believe you have, and lock it away," she told me, and they began by releasing my ankles, and lifting them up. They put them together, and then wrapped cloth around and around them, up to my thighs. I felt the pressure say, of them placing something against my feet and legs, and then them wrapping something around it, and my legs.

They must have left me to allow it to dry, or set. Later they came back, and stood me up. One of them held me up, they again pulled my arms up, making me bend, and then I felt it the intrusion as they pushed something up my arse. It grew wider and wider, then shrank to little or nothing, and then they stood me up right, and they were now pushing, something up my cock.

They slipped a mitten over my hands, with a board inside keeping my hands flat, which they put against my sides, and then began to wrap the bandages around them, and on up to my chest, just below my nipples.

They slipped something over my head, and I felt it on my chest, then they carried on with the bandages right up under my chin, making it that I held my head up.

They literally lifted me up carefully, and then put me down, upright; whatever it was, it was hot, molten, they were dipping me in. Whatever it was, I was lifted up high, and then lowered down, down and then up; then left for a few moments. Then it was down again, and up for another period of hanging about, while I presume, it set. Six times they dipped me, for the want of a better description.

I was lowered down, and they removed the blindfold, the area was pitch black, I could see nothing, then a hand, I presume, put something in my eye, and then the other eye, and now the area was lit. I was blindfolded with a blank contact lens, and then a large plaster was put over my eye, and then the other eye. They put what I can only describe as an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth, held by a band around my head; they had put a tube in my mouth, as well, which gagged me.

Now I began to panic, as they began to wrap the bandages around my head, around and around they wrapped the bandages covering it, completely.

"This can be somewhat distressing, but you did agree to our administrations. You still have the option to leave, all you have to do is walk out the front door, or you can ask us, you are allowed to speak. Nothing to say, OK, here we go," she told me.

She must have put something in my ears, or over them that blocked out any sound, that was when I felt being turned on my head, and lowered down again six times. Between each dip they left me hanging upside down; they lowered me down a further three times, and a lot lower, perhaps enough to cover me fully; then they lifted me up, and left me hanging.

"Allow me to explain; you came in the front way, and saw the statues of accredited females in the hallway. Figures like Madam Currie, Elizabeth Downing, Margaret Thatcher, who else, ah yes, the Bronte Sisters, Amelia Earhart, who else is up there, well there are more. Every one of those statues began life here, in the modelling workshop.

We need a basic model, a shape to begin the process, from that we create the image. You were dipped as it were, in a solution we created, it is hot, hence the bandages, to protect you. Then it takes about twenty-four hours to set fully, as the bandages absorb the solution, they may feel a little damp when it has been fully absorbed, but don't worry, by then it will have cooled down, a lot.

The next step is to dip you again, but this time in molten brass, solid brass statues are so heavy to move when cleaning," she told me.

How I felt being the model, or the base shape for a statue, I can't say, but I can tell you that being dipped in molten brass, terrified me.

I suppose mummified, and held in a cocoon, was a lot too late for regrets. I had agreed, and must now complete the contract; they would make sure, I did, not that I could object, covered in whatever they had dipped me in.

To ensure I was not damaged, they had carefully built up the layers, with various things, bandages first, soft and comfortable, providing protection, but not a lot. Then the harder substance, more of a solid casing, that stopped the heat transfer, as they dipped me in the next element. A good coating of something that would stop the serious heat of the molten brass, form damaging me. I admit it terrified me, would the material no matter how well it deflected the heat, be enough for the one thousand, seven hundred degrees Fahrenheit, of molten brass, which is over nine hundred degrees centigrade, fucking hot.

Once again, I felt the lift going up, and then down, they did this three times before I was left hanging, I presume while the brass now cooled, and solidified.

I admit to filling my pants, that is how terrified I was, as they lowered me down into the molten brass.

There was a click, "Hello again there now all over. We have the mould ready for the wax works figure. I am sorry that we have to leave you hanging about until the brass solidifies, and cools enough for us to cut you out.

You may also be interested to note that to dip someone so many times defuses the shape. The outer casing is of no use, it is shapeless, but it is an interesting exercise to see if you are compliant. You see we need a servant, a Sissy Maid to do as told, without complaint, or any objections.

What we have is the inner mould; that is the mould we will cast the bronze from, the rest, was just, window dressing.

I will ask you, while we allow the cast to set fully, who would you, like to be, we do have some very interesting names for you to choose from. How about becoming the base for a statue of Queen Elizabeth the second, nice, Boudicca, there is a woman of stature, what about Twiggy, no too small a bust for you. Perhaps you have some ideas of the female you wish, to portray?

It will take about half an hour now for us to split the two halves, to free you from the bronze," she told me, and they lay me down on my back.

I never felt them cutting the bronze, or lifting the two halves off me. What I did feel was them cutting the bandages off my hand, my right hand, and then putting a strap around it. They freed my left hand, and put a strap around that wrist; then they freed my arms completely and stood me up. I felt my arms going up, until they were high above my head. Next, they cut my ankles free, and put straps around them, and then they freed my legs, and pulled them apart wide apart. They then began to cut the rest, off me, until I stood there my arms held above my head, and my legs wide apart, blindfolded and gagged, and most importantly, naked.

"That wasn't too bad, was it? Free at last, or are you, next we will tell you what the conditions of taking on an apartment here are, then we will free you to decide if the cost is acceptable, or not. To you that is; twelve stunning females to look after; is not that easy. Then again to compensate; twelve stunning females to fuck daily, well sorry, one of them, each day. I doubt you managing all twelve of us, every day," she said, and laughed. "Then again, I bet you wouldn't mind trying, but to do that you will have to sign the contract, while we wait, allow me to read it to you.

In exchange for a roof over your head, food and clothing you will clean the house as a maid. We will cook the food; we know how to cook we don't know if you do, or not. We will provide the food and clothing, and your bed, inside the house.

All you have to do, is run the vacuum over each day, and dust. The cost of the flat, your erm flat, apartment, is a thousand pounds a month plus services, which comes to say, two thousand pounds a month, in total.

If you can't afford that much, we are willing to reduce it to zero, as long as you agree to be, our maid, with added bonuses of twelve stunning females, to fuck.

There is some small print obviously, there always is, let me see now, oh yes, you agree to corporal punishment if you fail, which I very much doubt, who the hell can fail, when dusting, and running the vacuum over the carpets.

Mistress two, not now, I am reading the contract to it, leave the cock alone.

She is a randy pest, isn't she," the reader said, as I felt lips encircle my cock, and begin to suck on it.

"Now where was I, oh yes, the small print, let me see now what else is there, hum, that is it really. Oh yes, you pay twelve months in advance, which is twenty-four thousand pounds, or you could sign, and then it reduces month by month, as you stay, and work, obviously.

Ah at last, we will now bathe you for being such a good sport, this also means that the cast has worked, and we don't need to dip you again," she told me so casually, while I hung there feeling very vulnerable.

They did as she said, and bathed me from head to toe, they didn't miss an inch, one of them stuck their finger up my arse, like I said not one inch; did they miss.

They lowered me down, and lowered a hand, she took the blindfold off, and they were all stood there looking at me, expectantly. The one, I presumed had been speaking, placed the contract in front of me, and handed me a pen. She waited for a few minutes before turning the page for me to read it. There was no doubt, I signed willingly, and not under any coercion, as long as you accept that my hand was still fastened to the chain running through a ring in the ceiling, and the other was still being held up there, but no, coercion.

I did read it, and it said just as she had read to me, every word, I think. It did say that in exchange for the cleaning, they would house, clothe, and feed me, and that, as she had said, I agreed to corporal punishment, for failings.

So, I signed willingly, it was a good deal, I mean a big house, but even so dusting and vacuuming, how hard, can it be? The setting was beautiful, well off the road, and set in gardens they tended with loving care, then as she had said, twelve stunning and sexy females all needing my cock up them; I willingly signed, and happy to do so.