In Her service pt4 by azsub1

He is plunged into darkness as the hood is slipped 
over his head and quickly realizes the eye openings 
are covered by a blindfold. He begins to plead with 
her "please ma'am, you really don't need to do this. 
I promise I'll be better."

Hearing his pleas as she pulls the hood tight, she 
can't help but smile a bit. Reaching for the gag she 
brings her mouth close to his ear and speaks loudly 
so he can hear through the hood. "Looks like we will 
have to use the gag after all."

He tries to think of what he can say to convince her 
otherwise, but quickly feels the gag press at his 
lips and accepts it with a whimper. Again the sound 
of his breath fills his ears. He tests his bonds and 
quickly learns that although he's not stretched 
tight, he can barely move an inch due to the extra 
ropes at his elbows and knees. He holds his breath 
for a moment, straining to hear if she is still in 
the room.

Time passes, and he's left alone with his thoughts. 
He thinks about last night and his failed attempt to 
leave. Alternately chiding himself for trying as well 
as for not just walking away. He could have just went 
to a phone booth and called a cab. Sure there might 
have been some explaining to do, and he would have 
had to break into his house, but at least he wouldn't 
be where he is now. 12 hours, 48 strokes he thinks to 
himself shaking his head. The thought of it fills him 
with dread and yet spread eagle face down as he is, 
he feels himself becoming excited from his thoughts 
as well as the pressure. His mind drifts momentarily 
but he snaps back when he realizes he has a hard on. 
His stomach turns as he realizes that she may see, 
and what she might think. He tries to will himself 
limp, but thinking about it only seems to make 
matters worse and he can feel that he is leaving a 
puddle of precum on her sheets. He tests the bonds 
again when he is suddenly startled by her breath on 
his shoulder.

He hears her voice in his ear "See, I knew you loved 
this. Can't wait for it, can you?" Then feels her 
fingernail run down his sex.

He shakes his head and says, "no, no you don't 
understand," into the gag, but he doubts that she 
hears him because he can barely understand himself.

Moments later as he lays there the calm is broken by 
a searing pain that streaks from his buttocks to his 
brain. His body stiffens and seconds later he feels 
the cane again. He pulls on the ropes as he bites 
down hard on the gag. He pulls a breath in so that he 
can scream, but two more quick blows knock the breath 
out of him. His body tenses up expecting more but 
they don't come. He struggles to calm himself but 
finds it impossible to do. Less than a minute passes 
before the pain streaks through his body again, then 
silence. He holds his body tense and his mind races, 
expecting another blow. It takes him at least 15 
minutes to relax and again he's left alone with his 
thoughts. There's a lump in his throat and his 
stomach churns knowing that another blow may come at 
any time. He can feel the lingering sting and heat 
from what were only the first six of 48. These were 
forceful strokes and combined with not knowing when 
they were going to come was psychologically torturous 
and was already affecting him.

It had now been two hours since he was first tied, 
and he wanted out of this situation. His jaw ached 
from the gag. The last time she had come to him she 
had given him four quick strokes with the cane and 
hadn't returned for what seemed like an hour. He 
could feel the heat rise from his behind and thought 
she may have split the skin in places. He tried to 
relax and thought again how the ropes were holding 
him, and how exposed he was. Although he tried to 
suppress it he felt himself becoming hard again.

Meanwhile she had been standing next to the bed for 
the past five minutes and took note of his growing 
member. She doubted he was actually enjoying this. 
She knew in such situations that this was often 
beyond their control. Thinking for a moment she 
figured why not use this as a smile crossed her face. 
She brought a knee up onto the bed and saw him flinch 
when he felt her. She ran her hand over the welts on 
his buttocks as she brought her mouth close to his 
ear. Slipping her hand between his legs she gently 
ran her fingers over his sex as she spoke.

"Tsk, tsk, such a naughty little girl. And such a 
good actress too! You see, you had me worried that 
you didn't want to do this or that I was being a bit 
too harsh. I can see that isn't the case, is it? Then 
again, I should have known. You did say how much you 
craved helplessness and submission and I can see now 
that the more control I exert and the more power I 
have over you, the more you like it."

His eyes had rolled back into his head at her touch, 
and although he heard her, he couldn't assemble a 
coherent thought. All he could do was shake his head 
half-heartedly and moan weakly into the gag. She 
slipped her hand from him and rose from the bed.

Seeing his headshake side to side she commented 
mockingly "Oh, I know. Please don't do this mistress, 
I don't like it!" she chuckled. On hearing this he 
came to his senses a bit more and started protesting 
into the gag as he pulled at his bonds.

When she saw this she commented "I'm sorry, I didn't 
mean to ruin the fantasy for you. I'll tell you want 
we'll do, and I think it will fit your needs 
perfectly. From now on you are not allowed to express 
your displeasure at your situation. I don't mean the 
little stuff, but your situation as a whole. For 
example you can tell me, politely of course, that a 
pair of shoes are hurting your feet. You cannot tell 
me that you no longer want to wear heels. And most of 
all I don't want to hear anything about you no longer 
wanting to serve. If I even think I hear something 
like that we will simply start the 180 days over, or 
add 90 days, whichever is more."

He then became even more animated, protesting louder 
into the gag. She in turn rested then pressed the end 
of the cane on the backside of his thigh to get his 
attention.

"And that is effective immediately, is there 
something you'd like to tell me?"

Feeling the cane and hearing her words, his protests 
subsided. Then, feeling the cane lifted, he tensed 
his entire body for the expected blow. Meanwhile she 
had rested the cane at her side and watched his 
anticipation. He quickly tired of bracing himself for 
the blow. He realized that this was driving him 
insane and relaxed his body with a sob. She waited a 
few more moments; just standing there watching him, 
then raised the cane. She brought it down onto the 
backside of his thigh in one quick motion, pausing 
for an instant, then striking again slightly lower. 
The effect of the cane on his thigh was even more 
intense and he reacted by clamping down on the gag 
with the squeal. She watched him squirm as she 
stepped around to the other side. He had just begun 
to sob when he was interrupted by two more quick 
strokes to the opposite thigh. Screwing his eyes shut 
behind the blindfold, his vision goes white with 
pain. Twisting, yet going nowhere, he instinctively 
pulls at his bonds. He pulls short shallow breaths as 
the pain subsides. She pauses at the door listening 
until she can no longer hear him, and then exits.

Once again he's left alone with his thoughts and he 
finds it has to physically will himself to reduce the 
tension from his ankles and wrists. How long has it 
been, he wonders. How many strokes was that? 10? 12? 
He shakes his head wondering how he's going to take 
the rest of them. God, did his thighs burn. He felt 
that he was no longer hard, but had left a large wet 
spot of precum. He holds his breath for a moment and 
strains to hear if she is in the room. Time passes, 
he's not sure how long, and then he's startled by a 
hand on his hood.

She sees him jump at her touch and chuckles at his 
reaction as she unsnaps the flap covering one of his 
ears. Running her fingers over the welts she has 
already made, she speaks to him.

"As you know, this little exercise is the result of 
your little excursion last night. Well, as I said, 
you also need to be shown the error of your ways for 
lying to me. It looks like what I had in mind for the 
second half is going to fall in place this afternoon, 
so we'll need to interrupt this at the halfway point 
as well as hurry up a bit. But don't worry; we'll get 
back to it as soon as we can. We're 12 strokes into 
this and we still have a little time left for now so 
we'll probably do another 12 strokes, that way we can 
stop right at the halfway mark, and finish later."

She steps away from him and begins flexing the cane 
in her hands, as she looks him over.

"Now, I'm going to need you to be on your best 
behavior for what I have planned and you will obey 
absolutely and without question or hesitation, and 
this I am deadly serious about. I think you know 
already that I have no qualms about hurting you, 
nevertheless I want you to keep that in mind for 
these next 12 strokes and remember that things can 
always get worse."

She leaned forward again and unsnapped the blindfold, 
as well as the other ear. Stepping back again she let 
him know that he's welcome to listen to and watch 
this next part if he can. She slices the cane through 
the air for effect and a chill runs down his spine 
and his muscles contract against the bonds. Turning 
his head sideways he sees her standing next to the 
bed with the cane raised in the air and her back to 
him, he can't help but close his eyes as she brings 
the cane down. He feels the cane bite into him and 
clamps down on the gag with a growl. The next blow 
follows immediately and he squeals into the gag as he 
tries to twist his body away from it. His vision goes 
white with pain though his eyes are shut as the cane 
slices the air and him in rapid succession. She 
pauses to walk around to the other side of the bed 
her breath heavy with excitement. Turning his head 
again he can see her approach. He begins screaming 
into the gag, begging and pleading as he tries to 
make eye contact with her. She doesn't even 
acknowledge him as she plants her feet and raises the 
cane again. Even though he's thrashing quite a bit, 
she can see that her target moves very little and 
through his screams she lands six more blows in rapid 
succession. Flush with excitement she has to steady 
herself when she finishes. Slipping a hand to her 
moist sex she thinks to herself that it's a shame 
he's face down, because if he was face up she would 
have that gag out of his mouth and would be grinding 
herself into his face right now.

As he regains his composure he finds himself shaking 
uncontrollably. He opens his eyes to see that she has 
left. His quick shallow breaths turn to sobs as the 
worst of the pain ebbs. Exhausted and aching, he 
relaxes in the bonds as his breath slowly returns to 
normal. Spent, he drifts into a half asleep state.

Meanwhile, she greets her guest at the door. He is a 
good friend of hers as well as a Dom. She invites him 
in and after some small talk; they began to discuss 
what she has asked her friend there for. After a few 
minutes she excuses herself to go get him ready. She 
steps into the room, and walks up to him pausing 
momentarily to watch him at rest as well as to admire 
the marks she has left.

As she grabs the blindfold and moves to reattach it 
to the hood he's startled and awake. Slightly dazed, 
he sees the blindfold approach and feels the aching 
in his jaw and quickly remembers where he is. He 
tries to ask her why she is blindfolding him again, 
but it comes out as just a mumble.

As she snaps the blindfold in place, she speaks to 
him. "I have a visitor here, who is probably going to 
agree to help you out with your situation. I don't 
want you to try to interrupt, just pay attention and 
listen. Any questions you may have will be answered 
later."

Grabbing a D ring on his collar she pulls his head up 
and towards her, and hissing in his ear. "Are we 
clear on that?"

He shook his head yes while at the same time wondered 
what the hell she was talking about when she says, 
'help me with my situation'. Releasing her grip on 
the collar she lets him down then places a hand on 
his shoulder.

"Now that's a good girl. You know, if you behave you 
can avoid much of the unpleasantness involved but, if 
you give me a hard time and choose to be difficult, I 
can make things most unpleasant." With that she heads 
for the bedroom door and he is left much like how he 
started except now he can hear his surroundings.

After about 10 minutes she returns, but this time he 
hears conversation and when they enter the room he 
can pick out that it's a male voice and his anxiety 
rises. They're speaking to each other and he tries to 
relax so he can hear what they're saying. As they 
come closer he can hear her...

"Well, here she is, my newest little maid in 
training."

Then the male replied, "Very nice, nice marks too! 
May I?"

The next thing he feels is a contact on his buttocks 
and he startled by it. Wincing slightly as he feels 
this person's hand run across the welts she had left, 
then stop. "So you say that this little one loves to 
feel helpless, and at the same time is worried she 
won't follow through?"

"Oh yeah, she's already made excuses to double her 
time with me."

Her friend studies the figure bound on the bed as he 
speaks, "so, if I have to call her or visit her, just 
to let her know that you're looking for her, then 
I'll get her services for eight hours. But if I 
actually have to escort her here I'll get her 
services for 48 hours. If she puts up a fight, then I 
get the equivalent of a week?"

She replies "Yeah, that about sums it up. I don't 
think she'll put up much of a fuss, as she won't want 
the extra attention."

Lying there and listening to them talk; he tries to 
suppress his panic. Her guest speaks again.

"So she knows that if she puts up a fuss and attracts 
Johnny Law or a concerned citizen, the first thing 
I'm going to do is let them in on the nature of the 
relationship. And in the case of Johnny Law, she had 
better agree with me because if I get arrested then 
all bets are off, and she could only imagine what I'd 
do to her then."

She beckons her guest to follow her as she speaks. 
"Well, you know one of her limits is that her service 
can't be exposed to her family or the public at 
large, and you know how I feel about honoring limits. 
That would only happen if she violated my agreement 
with her, then chose to make matters worse by 
resisting you. As I see it, that's her call."

With that, he hears them leave the room. His mind 
races. What the hell did she think she was doing? No 
sooner than he thought this she once again entered 
the room. She sounded alone and he felt her sit on 
the bed next to him. He started to mouth into the gag 
"why are you...." but was shushed by her. She began 
to remove the hood as she spoke.

"I don't want to hear any complaints from you. None 
of this violates your limits, and he is aware of them 
also. Besides, it would be your actions that would 
result in your serving him. I'm going to untie you. I 
want you to stretch for a moment and head for the 
bathroom to straighten yourself up and take care of 
anything else you might need to. When you're done, 
return here and wait for me."

His muscles and his jaw ached from the ropes and the 
gag and it took him a full 10 minutes to get up and 
off the bed. Looking at the clock he realizes he had 
been there a little more than 4 hours. Still dazed, 
he makes his way to the bathroom and empties his 
bladder. He studies himself in the mirror for a 
moment and thinks to himself, "this is too much, just 
way too much." He then fixes his makeup, straightens 
his uniform and looks himself up and down, then makes 
his way back to the bed and sits on the edge of it, 
and waits.

He doesn't have to wait long before she enters again 
and with one word "up" she has him on his feet. She 
paces a semicircle around him looking him up and 
down. He's shaking now, even after she announces that 
he looks acceptable for now. Stepping behind him she 
slips the elbow cuffs on him, separated by 12 inches 
of chain. Followed by ankle cuffs separated by 12 
inches of chain. Clipping a short leash that she had 
wrapped around her wrist she pulled it taut with one 
hand while wagging a finger with the other.

"There are a few more things we need to take care of. 
Again, you will be on your best behavior. That means 
you will do what you are told when you are told 
without complaint or question, and I want to hear 
nothing from you unless I ask you to speak. If you 
embarrass me or screw up I have about 100 
clothespins, a closet, and about eight hours to burn. 
Am I clear?" All he could do was nod yes.

She led him out into the living room where he saw her 
friend sitting, all six feet 220 pounds of him. He 
had gotten undressed except for a leather vest and a 
pair of thong underwear. She motioned her friend over 
to her and he struggled to suppress his inner panic 
as she ordered him to his knees then handed her 
friend the leash.

She saw the look of panic in his eyes and let it 
build for a while before announcing, "Don't look so 
scared. We're just taking a picture, but I need it to 
look natural so wipe the look of concern off your 
face and wrap your arms around his leg. Press your 
cheek up against his leg, look slightly upwards and 
smile." She then directed her friend to hold the 
leash taut in his opposite hand in front of him and a 
crop held in the other, at which point she snapped 
off a few pictures.

Taking the leash back from her friend she led him to 
the kitchen table and told him to sit. Pushing a pen 
and paper to him he is told to write a short note. 
She dictated the contents to him, which addressed it 
'to whom it may concern' and stated that he was in 
several alternative relationships that involved acts 
of Dominance and Submission, and that chances were 
that he was a willing participant in whatever it was 
they might be concerned about, and to please ask 
about it.

Meanwhile she had gone to her printer and printed 
several copies of the pictures she had just taken and 
stapled these together with the note he had written. 
She then handed them to her friend who had already 
gotten dressed. She asks her friend to wait a moment 
than steps behind his chair. Grabbing the leash from 
the collar she reaches under the chair from behind 
and clips it to the chain connecting his ankles. 
Then, she guided it back under the chair and onto the 
chain connecting his elbows.

"Now, don't go anywhere" she whispers into his ear.

He can see them further discussing things as they 
head out the door and she walks him to his car. In 
the meantime, he sat there slightly in a daze and 
secured to the chair.

She sweeps back into the room and heads directly for 
him. She unclips the leash from his ankle chains and 
his elbow chains, wrapping the leash in one of her 
hands. She then drops onto the couch about 10 feet 
away and lets out a sigh.

She turns to him and says, "whew! Glad that's done 
huh?"

She motions for him to come to her and he stands to 
take a step but is stopped by the wave of her finger. 
"On your knees now."

He apologizes as he drops to his knees and crawls the 
rest of the way, a task made much more difficult by 
the chain connecting his elbows. He stopped when his 
face was a few inches from her feet.

"Now then, I want you to show me how good you are at 
being nice to my feet.
Let's start with gentle kisses and while you do that, 
I will go over our little agreement just to make it 
clear that you understand the situation." He began to 
work at gently kissing her feet as she explained the 
situation to him.

"Just so we're clear, you came to serve me -- I did 
not seek you out. I have given you, on more than one 
occasion, the opportunity for this to be over with 
and done. Once when you first arrived, and again 
after I had caught you in a lie. You chose to stay 
and because of the lie the length of time you are to 
serve increased from 60 to 180 days. Now you may 
think that is harsh, but let me remind you not only 
is that within your hard limits but also you had been 
warned beforehand that lying to me was one of the 
major violations. You will become what you came here 
to be, a skilled maidservant. And remember that 180 
days you are to serve begins once you become a 
skilled maidservant, so it hasn't even begun. I made 
you aware when you agreed to this that I decide when 
it changes from training to service, but don't worry, 
I'll let you know when you're trained enough that you 
can start counting the 180 days."

"Now then, just in case there is any doubts, let me 
state this. You will honor your commitment. I think 
that between legally leasing a room in your house as 
well as my friend that just left, I have given myself 
enough leverage to make sure you that do. As I see 
it, the only option you have left is to go to the 
police. Of course if you do that, all of this will 
come out in court, and the best results you could 
hope for would be a restraining order. If you try to 
ignore the situation, I might show up with a 
locksmith and have the locks changed. Then just wait 
for you to come home. Or, I might show up in the 
middle of the night when you're sleeping. If not, I 
will just ask my friend to come and get you. If he 
gets arrested because you put up a fuss, and you 
don't come clean right away, that's no different than 
going to the police and then all of this comes out at 
trial. Hell, they might even televise that one, after 
which I'm sure he would come back after you with a 
vengeance."

"Make no mistake, if I have to do anything to come 
and get you, who knows how long you may end up 
serving me. A year or two? Regardless, I will make 
sure that they are miserable. If you try anything 
after that, well then all limits are out the window. 
I'm not telling you all of this to scare you and 
there's no reason that this would have to happen -- 
and it won't as long as you stick it out and give 
your best effort. Just do your best and in a little 
more than 180 days you can leave with a sense of 
pride for having accomplished something. Screw up and 
try to get out of this and you may find yourself 
still in service a few years from now. Try to hurt me 
and you may find yourself castrated and working in a 
Mexican whorehouse. Of course, I could be bluffing 
about all this or I could be dead serious. The 
question is, do you want to take the chance?"

"Remember how it felt this morning when you were 
right here with my boot on your face pressing you 
into the floor? Well, that is the kind of response 
you can associate with lying to me. That's not just 
speaking untruthfully, but that also includes lies by 
omission. If there's something you think I should or 
just might want to know, you are to tell me as soon 
as possible. That especially includes anything that 
affects your schedule. Okay, I want you to stand up 
now and turn around, your back to me."

He rose with some difficulty mainly due to the elbow 
chains not allowing him to balance or push off 
anything. Combed with the ankle chains, it became 
quite the ordeal. Turning to face away from her he 
felt her hands at the elbow cuffs, removing them and 
then removing the chain connecting his ankle cuffs.

"It's about time for you to start on dinner, but 
before you do let's deal with this issue of when 
you're expected back. I had asked you to be available 
at least through Saturday night, but then again I 
hadn't expected to have so much trouble with you. Now 
what I want to know is just when do you absolutely 
have to be back? You told me that your son was with 
his grandmother this weekend, so what I want you to 
do is to call her and ask if he can stay with her 
another night and if she could take him to school 
Monday morning. Do you think that would be a 
problem?"

He knew that it wouldn't be, but thought that maybe 
he could fake it. "No ma'am, can I use your phone?"

With that, she stood up, but instead of motioning him 
to the phone, she grabbed the phone herself. Pressing 
the speaker button, a dial tone fills the air and he 
sees her hands over the keys.

"The number?" She asks.

He's startled, but rattles the number off and a 
moment later it connects. With the conversation out 
in the open there's not much he can do to fake it and 
a few minutes later he's saying goodbye. Hanging up 
the phone with a smile on her face she turns towards 
him.

"Now as I understand it, your ex-wife picks your son 
up from school on Monday and has him through the 
week, right?" He replies yes and a feeling of dread 
sweeps over him as he tries to imagine what she has a 
store for him.

"Good, now I want you to take a minute to go check 
yourself in the mirror and cleanup, while I grab the 
recipe card. Then you can start on dinner when you 
get back."

He walks a little unsteadily to the bathroom and 
shuts the door behind him. Resting his hands of the 
counter he leans forward and stares at himself in the 
mirror and ponders the situation. It's Saturday 
evening, and it looks like he's going to be spending 
at least another day here. He shakes his head in 
disbelief and drawing a deep breath stands up 
straight and checks his makeup. Stepping back he 
looks his uniform up-and-down and straightens the 
seams on his stockings. When finished he, steps out 
and into the kitchen. He is a bit startled to find 
her standing there and he comes to a dead stop. His 
mind races as he tries to remember if there's any 
particular way he's supposed to enter if she's in the 
room.

Whether he's over thinking it or just doesn't 
remember, he simply stands there unable to move. She 
sees this look of bewilderment on his face and 
smiles. She realizes that she has started to get to 
him and that he's actually afraid to move right now.

"You forgot how to enter a room, haven't you?"

He looks down at his feet and replies "yes ma'am."

She smiles, arms folded "you know, as long as you are 
polite and respectful you're doing OK. As a general 
rule if you are expected to be entering the room 
during the normal course of your duties you don't 
need to do anything. If you had entered because you 
are summoned, simply present yourself with a curtsy 
directly to the one who had summoned you. Now if you 
weren't expected and you had entered in order to ask 
a question you'd stop as soon as you enter the room, 
stand at attention and wait for eye contact to be 
made before dipping into a curtsy."

She grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and sat in it, 
and then she motioned for him to enter. She watches 
him as he enters and begins to prepare dinner. She 
watches him a few more minutes, and then calls him to 
her.

He sets down what he's doing and walks directly up to 
her. Then tips a quick curtsy and stands up straight 
asking, "yes ma'am?" To which she replies, "the first 
thing we should work on his how you carry yourself, 
in particular how you walk in heels. Just so you know 
you will be expected to be able to move and serve 
gracefully while wearing a full 5-inch heel, and when 
I say graceful I mean graceful. That means no 
stumbles, no missteps or little jerky movements. I 
think this should be one of the first things we 
should focus on. So what I need you to do is to slow 
down, take smaller steps and focus on careful, smooth 
movements and steps until they become second nature 
to you. She lingered for a while to watch him, then 
returned to the living room and waited for dinner.

Dinner was relatively uneventful except for him 
brushing up against her with his petticoat not once 
but twice. The first time she had merely cautioned 
him, but the second time he had to log it in his 
notebook. The other problem was water spots on the 
silverware, which he did have to log, but he also 
received quite the verbal chiding about it. She 
considered it nothing less than carelessness and not 
paying attention on his part.

After dinner she retired to the living room and he 
was left to eat his meal, clear the table and do the 
dinner dishes. When finished he steps into the living 
room and stands at attention, at which point she 
beckoned him to the floor at her feet. Sitting there 
at her feet, she brushed the hair from the side of 
his face. Then laid her hand on his neck, running her 
fingers up his cheek, and then tracing his ear. This 
sent shivers down his spine and she continued as they 
sat there. The relative peace of the moment was 
broken when she began to speak to him.

"You probably think I'm being too hard on you, don't 
you? Wait, don't answer that, I'm pretty sure I know 
the answer but I really don't want to hear it." There 
is a long pause before she speaks again.

"I am the way I am because I want you to succeed and 
I know what you want, whether you know it or not. You 
have a great deal of potential and you could be a 
fantastic maidservant. I also think that once you're 
there, you'd love it. So believe it or not, I'm doing 
what's in your best interest. I won't lie and tell 
you I don't enjoy it, because I do. I wouldn't be 
here if I didn't. However, you need to give it 100 
percent of your effort, and to do that you need to 
accept your place and your fate, because they're not 
going to change. The sooner you do, the sooner you 
can move on."

There's another long pause, as if she is searching 
for words.

"You see, something about you has really clicked with 
me and because of that I'm going to make sure you 
succeed, and I will do whatever it takes. Just 
remember that the next time you think I'm being too 
harsh, I'm doing it for you. Not only is it what you 
want but it's what you asked for."

Chills ran down his spine as he sat there. He tried 
to think of what to say about how he felt about the 
situation. Then remembered that he wasn't allowed to 
discuss it. His thoughts were interrupted by her 
tapping him on the shoulder. She let him know that 
it's time to work on something and tells him to grab 
a coffee cup from the kitchen and fill it halfway 
with pennies from the jar on the counter. When 
finished he returns and stands in front of her, cup 
in hand. Motioning to the corner of the room she 
tells him to place the cup on the end table there. As 
he does this she begins to explain why.

"We're going to work a little on your movements and 
how you carry yourself.
First of all, you are no longer allowed to display 
any masculine traits or motions. This includes how 
you walk, sit, and all other motions. That even 
includes sitting when you go to the bathroom. Right 
now we're going to work on your walk. What I want you 
to do is go to the kitchen and grab another coffee 
cup and place it on the kitchen table. From there 
you're going to walk to the opposite corner of the 
room and grab a penny out of the cup. Then, you will 
walk back into the kitchen and place the penny in the 
cup on the table. You're going to do this until 
you've transferred all the pennies from one cup to 
the other. While you do this you will focus on how 
you carry yourself while you walk, avoiding any 
stumbles, missteps or clumsy movements." She motions 
to the cup in the corner, letting him know that he 
can begin.

As he grabs the first penny he tries to estimate how 
many are there and figures there must be at least 
100. From her position on the couch she corrects and 
instructs him to walk properly reminding him to be 
careful and not to rush. When he looks down to check 
how he is placing his feet he is immediately 
corrected and told that isn't allowed. She tells him 
to return to the cup and bring her the penny he had 
just placed there, then continue. A few trips later 
he stumbles on the way to the kitchen. Again he's 
told to bring the penny to her.

This continues until after about 20 roundtrips she 
begins to see him getting sloppy and warns him about 
it. By the time he's halfway done, he's had to bring 
her six pennies for mistakes and again he begins to 
get sloppy. He's told to bring the penny in hand to 
her again without being told why then instructed to 
stand where he is until she returns. She returns with 
a pair of thumbscrew type nipple clamps. While 
letting him know that he's gotten sloppy again, she 
drops his blouse and places the clamps on his chest, 
tightening each until he lets out a whimper and 
mentioning to him that perhaps these will keep him 
focused on the task at hand. He continues with the 
clamps on his chest constantly reminding him to be 
careful.

After what seemed like an eternity, he drops the 
final penny into the cup only having to bring her 
another 2 for a total of 7. He's been told to bring 
the cup to her and kneel in front of her to count 
them. He counts quickly, the dull pain in his chest 
urging him on. When he tells her that there were 103 
she tells him to write in his notebook that he failed 
seven times out of 110. Reaching under the couch she 
brings out a long leather strap. Handing him one of 7 
pennies she tells him to bend over and lift his 
skirt. Without pause she swings the strap, connecting 
with a loud crack. He lets out a yelp and struggles 
to maintain his balance. She then tells him to return 
the cup to the table and return the penny in his hand 
to the cup, then return to her. He does and again 
he's handed a penny and told to bend over and lift 
his skirt. This time before she swings she warns him 
that should he fall, he has to start this whole 
lesson over again. Then she brings the strap down 
hard. Again he yelps and returns the penny to the 
cup. By the time they got to the last one, his legs 
are trembling uncontrollably as he bends over -- 
partly due to exhaustion and partly due to fear of 
having to start over again. She pulls no punches but 
he manages to stay standing and after returning the 
penny to the cup is told to kneel upright in front of 
her.

Pulling down his blouse she tells him "You did pretty 
good, and with practice you'll get much better." He 
squeals and twists as she removes first one of the 
clamps than the other and the blood flows back.

Grateful to be off his feet, he tips forward onto all 
fours and rests his head on his forearms as the pain 
in his chest fades to a dull ache. Almost immediately 
she asks, "aren't going to thank me for that little 
lesson?"

He pulls in a deep breath as he slightly shakes his 
head. He almost can't believe it. He probably 
couldn't have stood another minute on those heels the 
way his feet ached and he knows that she was trying 
to knock him over with that paddle. Now she wants me 
to thank her? Lifting his head he sees her position 
one of her feet close to him. He plants a few kisses 
on her foot as he says "thank you ma'am." Then rests 
his head again. She senses a tone in his voice and 
moves her foot to tap him on the head as she notes 
out loud "well, that didn't sound very sincere. Is 
there a problem?" Again he draws a heavy breath and 
pauses for a moment to resist the urge to complain or 
tell her off. "No ma'am, I'm just tired. Thank you." 
He replies, his head still resting on his arms. 
Moments later he feels the end of a crop slipping 
beneath his chin and pushing his head up. He tries to 
hide his emotions from showing on his face as he sits 
up in the kneeling position and looks across at her. 
She studies his face for moment, then sets the crop 
down next her. She leans back and announces, "OK, 
that's it. We need to talk one-on-one. It's important 
that we be perfectly clear on what's happening here, 
so I'm going to explain it from my point of view. And 
you're welcome to give your opinion."

"Now, I had been seeking a subjugated obedient little 
maid to do my bidding for some time. What's more is I 
also wanted a maid that would make anyone envious and 
impressed with how well trained she was. I was 
looking for a maidservant well before you answered my 
ad. And then you contacted me saying that you were 
looking to serve and you wanted to be trained and 
about how you 'crave helplessness'. I considered and 
accepted you not just on what you were looking for 
but also on your look as well as what you are willing 
to do, what you've done and what your limits are. 
Since then, not only have I turned away others but I 
also have time invested in you. So whether you like 
it or not, you're it because I have no intention of 
starting over. You're going to be held to some very 
high standards once you're in-service, and you need 
to be prepared for that. If you want me to start 
holding you to them right away, I will. But I think 
you know that if I did, you would be in so much 
trouble so fast it would make your head spin."

"You had ample opportunity to ask questions when we 
were discussing all this. You stated your limits and 
they matched almost perfectly with mine so I didn't 
ask you to change a thing. You came of your own free 
will. And if now you have decided that this isn't 
what you want, I would suggest concentrating 100 
percent on your training. That way you can begin 
serving and can start counting off those 180 days."

He had turned his gaze downward when she first 
started to speak and it had dropped steadily since. 
By the time she finished his chin rested against his 
chest.

There was a long pause and then she asked, "Am I 
wrong about any of this? Is there anything you'd like 
to say?"

As he continued to stare at the floor he realized 
that there was nothing he really could say. He 
couldn't argue against the truth and he knew that it 
wouldn't do any good to complain about the situation. 
That would probably only get him in deeper and she 
would probably love that.

A few moments passed when suddenly she barked "Well?" 
He jumped, startled at the break in silence then 
replied a meek "no ma'am", after which she directed 
him to her feet so that he could thank her properly. 
As he did this she leaned back on the couch her hands 
behind her head and began to think out loud. "Maybe I 
should give you a taste of what will be expected of 
you. That could be fun watching you struggle to 
perform. Totally unprepared and racking up the 
corrective discipline." Hearing this he became more 
attentive of her feet and she took note of this with 
a smile. "Who knows, I just may try that tomorrow".

A short while later, she motioned for him to sit up 
and he did, at her feet and resting his back against 
the couch. She then reached out and brushed the hair 
from his face. As she did this she explained to him 
that this doesn't need to be confrontational and to a 
certain degree it is really up to him how difficult 
or how easy it ends up being. He nods his head 
indicating that he understands, suppressing the urge 
to ask her then why she is making it so hard. A half-
hour passes until she announces that it's about time 
to get ready for bed. She has him present his wrists 
and ankles and she removes the cuffs as well as his 
collar then tells him to hit the shower.

Again, he studies himself in the mirror as he removes 
his wig and uniform then washes his face. Shaking his 
head he almost can't believe he's here. It now seems 
so surreal. Removing his uniform then stepping into 
the shower he lingers under the hot water letting it 
wash away some of his body aches. Moments later he 
hears the door opened and she enters. Without looking 
in on him, she announces that she's going to leave 
something on the counter for him to wear and that she 
would take care of his uniform for him, which she 
grabs before she leaves. He washes himself well then 
lingers under the hot water until he becomes 
concerned that he may be taking too long. Exiting the 
shower to towel off, he sees that she has left his 
collar on the counter along with an open padlock. 
When finished drying himself, he folds the towel 
carefully and returns it to the rack.

Meanwhile, she takes note that the water has been 
turned off. She waits for about five minutes then 
enters the bathroom, one hand behind her back holding 
a short leash and a pair of handcuffs. He had dried 
himself already and had just finished placing the 
collar on his neck.

"All cleaned up?" She says with a smile.

He nods and replies a simple "yes ma'am."

She tells him to rest his hands behind his back and 
turn away from her and he complies. She deftly slips 
the cuffs on his wrists and ratchets them in place. 
Placing one hand on his shoulder she turns him toward 
her as she speaks to him.

"Sorry about the cuffs, but with all that's happened 
today I figure better safe than sorry." Reaching up, 
she clips the leash to his collar and leads him out 
of the bathroom. "Besides, I'm having a bit of 
difficulty getting a read on you and the last thing I 
want is any trouble tonight."

Leading him into her bedroom he sees that there's a 
blanket and the pillow laid out on the floor at the 
foot of the bed. She guides him to the floor then 
secures the leash to the footrest of the bed with a 
padlock, leaving about two feet of chain.

"So you're going to be sleeping in here tonight." She 
then removes the handcuffs. She drapes a blanket over 
him and adds "maybe tomorrow you can put me at ease 
by your behavior." With that she hops in the bed and 
turns off lights, leaving him on the floor.

He sleeps in fits and starts, drifting in and out of 
sleep. When he hears the alarm ring in the morning he 
sits up only to be stopped abruptly by the collar 
around his neck. It takes a moment to remember where 
he is, as if waking from a dream. He hears her stir 
as she turns off the alarm, then silence. A few 
minutes pass and his fingers nervously trace the 
collar and padlock around his neck. He thinks he 
hears her slip off the side of the bed but he can't 
be sure. Staring up at the ceiling he sees her head 
pop out above the footboard and quickly he removes 
his hand from the collar, almost as if guilty of 
something. She sees his reaction and smirks a bit. 
Reaching over the end of the bed, key in hand, she 
unlocks the padlock securing the collar and tells him 
to stand. She then slips off the bed and walks to the 
closet as he stands up. She emerges from the closet 
holding an enema bag, which she hands off to him.

"I want you to go clean yourself out, call out to me 
when you're done" she tells him and she slips back 
into bed.

He stands there a few moments feeling slightly 
awkward and still shaking off the sleep he had just 
awoke from. His confusion is broke by the sound of 
her clearing her throat and he recognizes that he 
should get moving.

In the bathroom he cleans himself out twice, then 
after making sure that he's completely clean, he 
steps into the shower to quickly wash himself. While 
in the shower she slips in and sets his collar, 
wrists and ankle cuffs on the counter, then leaves 
without saying a word. He hadn't heard her slip in 
and so is surprised to see them on the counter. 
Drying himself off, he hears her call to him telling 
him not to close the padlocks on the cuffs just yet. 
He's in the middle of putting the collar on when she 
steps into the bathroom. He jumps, startled for a 
moment, and then continues trying to suppress his 
concern when he sees what is in her hand. She sets a 
large butt plug with a wide base on the bathroom 
counter, and turns to face him.

"Once you've got that in, I want you to connect the 
locks for your wrist cuffs to the D-rings on the 
collar before you close them, then get down on your 
knees facing away from the bathroom door. When you're 
done call out to me."

With that, she exited as quickly as she had come in. 
It took him a while but he eventually managed to get 
the plug to slip past its widest point. He felt 
uncomfortably full as he got down on his knees and 
struggled with the padlock's connecting his wrists to 
his collar.

And that's just how he was when she reentered. She 
couldn't help but smile at the prone figure on the 
floor, plug and ass in the air. Unfolding the special 
harness, she then knelt down behind him. The harness 
appeared deceptively similar to a pair of latex 
underwear with a pouch inside and in front. She held 
the pouch open and slid it up onto his sex, guiding 
it into the pouch. Pulling a drawstring, it closes 
tight behind his balls. Pulling the harness up around 
to the small of his back, she pulls another 
drawstring and he can feel the pouch drawn back and 
between his legs, up tight against his body. Finally 
she grabs a strap from the front of the harness and 
guides it through a loop in the back, bringing it 
around to the front where it's buckled tight and 
locked around his waist. As she draws it tight he can 
feel the plug pushed further inside of him, and 
reacts with a slight moan. Ordering him to his feet, 
she unlocks the cuffs at his collar. Once off the 
collar she closes the locks on the cuffs again.

"Start on your makeup, I'll be back with your 
clothes."

He found it a little more difficult to concentrate on 
his makeup because of the pressure from the plug. On 
top of that, his eyes kept drifting down to his 
crotch; amazed at how well the harness hid his sex. 
As he worked on his face, she stepped in with his 
clothes and a wig. Setting them down she instructed 
him to meet her in the living room once he was 
dressed.

He looked over at the black and white maids outfit 
and replied a simple "yes ma'am."

Once finished with his makeup and hair he began to 
get dressed, but quickly noticed that she left no 
stockings or shoes. Once he had everything on, he was 
unsure of what to do next. He wondered if he should 
call out to her and wait to see if she would bring 
them, or just meet her where she said. He finally 
chose to go out there as he was. It was odd how he 
actually felt undressed stepping out into the living 
room, then standing at attention as he announced "I'm 
finished ma'am, but there were no shoes left for me."

She looked over at him with a slight smile. "That's 
because I left none.
Come over here then turn around and kneel, facing 
away from me."

She removed his ankle cuffs then told him to place 
his arms at his sides. As he knelt there she slid 
another pair of leather cuffs around his arms 
directly above the elbows and padlocked them in place 
connected by about 18 inches of fine chain. He 
remembered these from when she had him in the hood 
and posture collar and his stomach did a somersault. 
She then ordered him down onto his hands and knees. 
Lifting the maids outfit she undid the knot in the 
corset laces, then straddling him she pulled the 
laces tight. He reacted with a slight moan as the 
corset tightened. She then placed a knee in the small 
of his back and gave the laces a final tug, before 
tying them off. As she pulled his uniform back down 
she let him know that he should have left no more 
than a 1-inch gap and that he should be more careful 
in the future.

She sat down and told him to turn around and kneel 
facing her. She then placed a new pair of stockings 
in front of him.

"Now then, I thought that I detected a little bit of 
attitude from you yesterday. This, after I went 
through all the trouble of helping you walk in the 
heels better. It seems to me that you felt you didn't 
need to or didn't want to improve. Now I could be 
wrong about what I saw, but I doubt it. Besides this 
will be a good learning experience."

She then set a pair of his ankle strap pumps with 
five and a half-inch heels as well as a tin of shoe 
polish in front of them. "I know that you're used to 
fishnets, but I want you to wear these. I expect you 
to be extremely careful with them because if you 
snag, run or damage them in any way you will pay 
dearly. I'll probably inspect them, at least at the 
end of the day, but you may want to let me know of 
anything that happens to them as soon as it happens. 
The shoes I want you to buff and polish before you 
put them on. Once on, the only marks I expect to see 
on them would be on the bottom face. That means no 
scuffmarks from bumping into the furniture or each 
other. Again, with this I would suggest you be very 
careful as well as let me know if you have any 
problems."

With that, she stood and placed her hands on her hips

"This should give you a small example of the 
standards you may be held to once in-service, at 
least as far as your uniform goes. Now hurry and 
let's get those on so that you can start breakfast."

Grabbing the shoes and the shoe polish he buffed the 
heels until they shined, then when he thought he was 
done with them, he went over them a second time 
realizing that he could be blamed for scuff marks 
already on them. He carefully slid the stockings over 
his feet, being careful not to snag them. He was 
focused on not allowing his toenails or the calluses 
of his feet to catch the delicate fabric. Perhaps a 
bit too worried as he caught one stocking on one of 
his fingernails. He panicked a bit and made it worse 
by pulling, then caught himself. Moving in the 
opposite direction he carefully unhooked his nail. 
Inspecting the fabric he was thankful to see that he 
hadn't started a run, but there was a small snag. It 
was just a slight bunching of material, noticeable 
but barely. He finished unrolling it up his leg then 
started on the other one as he debated whether or not 
to tell her about the small snag. Would she even 
notice? As he slipped the shoes on and buckled them 
into place he thought that the way things have been 
going, he had better tell her about the snag. 
Standing on the heels, their height hit home -- five 
and a half-inch heels and with no platform. These 
were the highest he could handle walking in yet alone 
being careful with. Looking to where he had last seen 
her he walked over to her bedroom door, but was 
startled by her exiting before he got there. She 
stopped to size him up nodding her approval.

After a moment's pause, he cleared his throat and 
began, "ma'am, I'm afraid I put a small snag in one 
of the stockings while putting them on."

She instructed him to show her, and she took note of 
it. She then told him that he didn't have to write it 
in his notebook. Instead they would just add them all 
up when the time comes. She even thanked him for 
telling her and he let out a sigh of relief. Relief 
that was short-lived however when she informed him 
that just for reference, a snag like that would cost 
him about 10 strokes or maybe 10 clothespins for 10 
minutes. That was much better than the 25 he could've 
received for not telling her. 10 strokes? He thought 
to himself. It could barely be seen! What if he had 
actually put a run in them?

She took note of the look of bewilderment on his face 
and would have smiled, but she didn't want him to 
see. Instead, she kept a straight face.

"We can re-educate you about that later and 
throughout the day -- which reminds me, in the 
bedroom there's a rope hanging from a pulley. It's 
directly above an eyebolt in the floor. I need you to 
attach a spreader bar to the floor. And while you're 
at it, grab all three strings of clamps from the 
closet and lay them on the dresser in that corner. 
You can take care of that after you start breakfast."

She shooed him back into the kitchen as she headed 
for the couch. Before he could ask she called out "3 
eggs, over easy, hash browns and an English muffin 
with butter and jam. Orange juice with the meal and 
coffee now." On hearing that he looked out into 
living room and saw that she already had a coffee 
cup. He minced out into living room to retrieve it.

On his way back to fill it he heard her call out "no 
need for the tray, but I do want that filled to 
within quarter inch from the top."

He managed to fill the cup and return it to its 
coaster without incident then started cooking 
breakfast. As it cooks he walks to her bedroom and he 
rolls what she said over in his mind. Stepping into 
the closet he says to himself "spreader bar and three 
strings". Grabbing the spreader bar he looks for 
three strings of wood clothespins, then it hits him. 
Looking up he sees only one row of regular 
clothespins and he remembers the other two. One is a 
string of strong but smooth clamped clips, but the 
third was alligator clips -- serrated teeth and all. 
He began to shake and had to calm himself for a 
moment. Swallowing hard, he carried the spreader bar 
and the clips out into the room. He quickly attached 
the spreader bar and laid the clips out on the 
dresser, then rushed back to the kitchen to finish 
breakfast. His feet were already starting to ache by 
the time he announced to her that breakfast was 
served. And while he wasn't sure, he thinks he may 
have scuffed his shoes several times already.

He turned to begin cleaning up as she started to eat, 
but she stopped him.
Offering him a seat if he wished as they had 
something to discuss. She began by reminding him that 
today was Sunday and that she knew he had to work on 
Monday. She also reminded him that this upcoming 
weekend was the weekend of the ninth and while she 
knew he didn't have to work on Friday, she also 
wanted him to turn in a request for the following 
Monday off. This would give them another four-day 
weekend she said with a smile. She then had him 
confirm to her that he lived alone during the week, 
usually having his son on the weekends.

She explained that normally she would just have him 
return here Thursday night, however with the problems 
they've had so far she thinks it best that she drive 
him to work on Monday as well as pick him up. Unless 
he can show it to be a problem, she will continue to 
drop him off and pick him up all week. His heart felt 
heavy in his chest and he began what he thought was 
going to be a protest. He started with the words "but 
ma'am...." but was cut off by her.

"Now before you start bitching, let me remind you 
that you yourself said you live alone during the 
week. Also, you have to be completely honest with me 
about the time you're available to serve and that a 
lie by omission is still a lie. And of course being 
dishonest is one of three things that you're quite 
aware I simply will not tolerate. If I catch you in a 
lie, I will make your life miserable and that's a 
promise. Keeping that in mind, is there still 
something you want to say?"

He knew there was no reason why he couldn't serve 
through next weekend, but he still didn't think it 
was fair and was becoming upset. Then suddenly it hit 
him why it wasn't fair and he spoke up.

"But you said I only had to serve 40 hours a month, 
I've already been here more than 40."

On hearing this she stopped eating and pointed at him 
with her fork.

"No, no no, let me remind you the agreement was you 
must serve a minimum of 40 hours. There's nothing 
written about a maximum, as long as it doesn't 
interfere with your job or family."

His head spun as he thought to himself, "did it 
really say that?"

The more he thought about it, the more he thought 
that she was right. All he could do was sit there 
shaking his head. She finished her breakfast and 
pushed her plate away from her. Standing up as she 
looked over at him, she decided to snap him out of 
it. Bending over and placing both hands of the table, 
she speaks directly to him.

"Listen up, you are the one who decided to be a 
problem child. Before we started this I gave you 
three rules that were absolutes, and you broke two of 
them in the first weekend. One of them twice! Now 
then, if you're just going to sit there shaking your 
head, you might as well be ball gagged, hogtied and 
stuffed in the back of a closet. You have made a very 
poor first impression, and it would be in your best 
interest to do everything you can to correct that. 
Now grab yourself something to eat and get started on 
the breakfast dishes and cleanup."

He found himself torn with emotions. On one hand he 
honestly thought he was going to cry, and yet when 
she began speaking so forcefully to him, he felt his 
restricted sex stir in its confines as he did the 
dishes and cleanup. She meanwhile kept a close eye on 
him from the living room, watching for when he would 
be finished. And as soon as he was she approached 
him, leash in hand.

Looking at him, she announced, "now then, little 
girl, because of the attitude you gave me about that 
little training exercise we did, I told you that I 
was going to give you a taste of being held to a high 
standard. So, let's have a look."

Clipping the leash to his collar she turned and led 
him to her home office and sat him next to her 
computer. Stepping behind him, she attached his wrist 
cuffs to a pair of clips mounted beneath it. She got 
on one knee and began to examine his shoes. Then she 
began to count off "1, 2, " she trailed off and he 
thinks he hears her say 5 total, and she stands and 
confirms this. "5 scuffs in a mere two hours, but I'm 
not done. There is another 2 for water spots, one for 
each shoe, apparently from you dripping on your 
shoes. So that's 7. Also, you'll find that crooked 
seams are a major pet peeve of mine so that's another 
10, 5 for each for your seams. So that's 17 total. 
Normally that would be 10 points each, or 170 total 
but I'm afraid you didn't tell me about any of these 
or catch them yourself, so I'm afraid that's doubled 
for 340."

His heart sank as she added the totals and he 
squirmed in the chair. "Plus another 24 for what we 
didn't finish when I had you spread eagle on the 
bed." She then leaned over and grabbed his notebook 
from his apron. "There's more than 100 here, but 
we'll round it off to an even 450 total." She turned 
the spreadsheet on the screen for him to see. "Now, I 
see that look in your eye and yes I'm afraid that 
each of these equals a single stroke with a cane. But 
that could be boring so don't fret dear. That could 
also be 2 strokes with a strap for each point, or 20 
clamps for 20 minutes could equal 20 points. 
Regardless, you will have plenty of time to catch up. 
And just so you know, you can always volunteer to 
work some of them off."

His stomach was doing back flips and he was starting 
to shake. He wanted to say something in his defense, 
or to just tell her he didn't want to do this 
anymore. But he knew it would do more harm than good. 
His bottom lip began to quiver and the more he tried 
to stop it, the worse it got. She could tell what his 
state of mind was, and when she saw his lip quivering 
she chose to pause for a few minutes to let it sink 
in. Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her legs 
then rested her elbow on the desk, her chin in her 
hand and stared at him until he looked up at her. She 
waited a long pause then began again.

"You see, this is all about taking responsibility for 
your actions, which you seem to have difficulty with. 
But that's O.K. because I have some news that will 
help you along. You see, I'm basically self-employed, 
which means that I pretty much set my own hours. What 
I'm going to do for you is change my work and sleep 
schedule around for at least the next month. That way 
you can report here late Monday night and serve me 
during the week, right up until you have to leave for 
work on Friday. You will still need to keep me 
informed of any weekend you may be available, of 
course, but I feel this will help you adjust. We 
still have some time until you need to start lunch, 
and I can see you are still having problems with 
this. I'm sure these 450 demerits are hanging heavy 
on your mind too, so lets take this opportunity to 
help you along a bit."

She stood up and walked behind him. He swallowed hard 
to try to keep his stomach down and closed his eyes 
to brace himself for what may come. He shifted 
uncomfortably in the chair, the plug he wore making 
it's presence more and more known the longer he sat. 
He felt her disconnect the wrist cuffs from the 
chair, but then felt them attached to one another. 
She ordered him out of the chair with a stern "UP!" 
and he struggled to his feet.

No sooner had he stood, than they were off and on 
their way with her leading him to her bedroom by the 
leash. Once inside she made a beeline for the 
spreader bar on the floor. Allowing his leash to hang 
loose as she bent down and secured his ankles. 
Reaching up to unclip the leash, she then stepped 
around behind him. He felt the leash clipped to his 
wrist cuffs then felt a slight tug downward on them 
as she wrapped the other end around the middle of the 
spreader bar. Stepping to the closet, she returned 
with a long leather strap. One end of this she slid 
beneath one arm, looped it around his back, then back 
out front beneath the other arm. The whole time he 
was becoming increasingly worried. She took the two 
ends of the strap and clipped them to the rope 
hanging from a pulley on the ceiling. Stepping over 
to the wall she pulled the opposite end tight and he 
found himself bound tight, standing with his arms 
pulled downward behind him. She picked up some type 
of harness off the dresser, and then paused to admire 
her handiwork before stepping around behind him. He 
saw the harness approach his face from over his head 
and recognized it as a pony bit gag. The low moans he 
had been unable to control turned to a whine and he 
bounced in place on the heels in frustration.

"Open up!" she commanded.

He couldn't help but say "please" and as he did, the 
bit slipped into place.

"Please what? Please change your attitude? Please 
help me accept my position? Why of course dear," she 
taunted as she tightened the chin and head straps. 
Stepping over to the dresser, she twisted the full-
length mirror towards him so he could see himself 
clearly, then picking up the wooden string of clips; 
she casually strolled up to him.

Draping the clips over his shoulder she ponders aloud 
about how many to use.
Pulling the top of his maid's outfit down, she tucks 
it into the top of his corset. Grabbing several of 
the wooden clips she begins to apply them across his 
chest, starting with one on each nipple, then fanning 
out from there until there is 7 on each breast. He 
hisses when the first one is applied, and by the last 
he is moaning as he clenches the bit in his teeth. 
She runs her hand down the length of them, pushing 
them down and he writhes in place. Then, almost 
matter-of-factly, she folds them up against his body 
and pulls the top of the maid's outfit over them. His 
eyes go wide and he yelps into the gag. She responds 
with a smile. He starts to beg through the gag and 
she shushes him, saying that it's much too early for 
that. Grabbing another handful of clips, she drops to 
one knee and lifts his skirt and petticoat.

She sees that his legs are trembling and remarks 
"Gee, I hope you're gonna be okay, after all you're 
gonna be here for a while!" and she lets out a low 
chuckle. "You know what? I forgot about your little 
harness you have on. Well, I can't put these on your 
balls, guess I'll have to put them on the inside of 
your thighs" she says, shrugging her shoulders.

At this point begins to plead into the gag again. A 
muffled "please, no" escaped from behind the bit. 
Pinching the flesh on the inside of his thighs she 
attaches one pin then another, ignoring his pleas. 
She comes out from underneath the skirt and looks up 
at him. For a moment he thought she was done, then he 
sees her grabbing another handful of clips. He began 
shaking his head and saying "no, no!"

She clucks gently at him and says, "You know, it's OK 
to cry if you want. No one will think any less if 
you."

Again she disappears beneath the petticoat. As more 
flesh falls victim to the clips, he pulls more and 
more on the bonds. Finally she stands, satisfied with 
her work. His breathing has become rapid and he's 
biting hard on the bit.

Stepping back to admire her work she remarks "oh my, 
don't you look cute!
I'll be back, so don't you go anywhere." She says 
with a laugh and turns to leave. This time he screams 
into the gag and she remarks over her shoulder, "It's 
OK, you can scream. The room is soundproof enough and 
neighbors are far enough away that you shouldn't 
disturb anybody." Then he hears the door click shut 
behind her.

The fire from the clips slowly changes to a dull 
aching pain. He finds it hard to assemble a clear 
thought other than he can't believe she left him 
here, like this. After an eternity he hears her enter 
again. She walks in a wide slow circle around him. 
Grabbing a chair from the corner she sets it down 
about 10 feet in front of him. Then she sits down in 
front of him and crosses her legs, watching him with 
what seems to be cold indifference. He closes his 
eyes from the pain only to hear her bark, "Look at 
me!" And he opens his eyes again in time to see her 
slide her hand between her legs.

Her eyes half close and her head tips back as she 
asks him "so would you like me to take those clips 
off?"

He nods his head feverishly. She just smiles and 
says, "Aren't you going to say please?"

Clenching his teeth on the bit he moans "please".