In Her service pt5 by azsub1

He stood there, looking in pity at the figure before him.
The maid's outfit, the petticoat, the 5 inch heels and the
tear streaked makeup. Legs spread by a spreader bar and her
hands bound behind her, a harness holding her upright. His
mind told him that it was somebody else, and he wished it
were true. Yet with each heaving sob and each pull at the
bonds, the figure in the mirror mocked him. The whole thing
seemed so surreal, and although he wished otherwise he knew
the figure in the mirror was him.

The clothes pins on his chest were a mere annoyance
compared to the alligator clips on the inside of his
thighs. They dug at him with an intensity that he thought
would drive him insane. He'd been ordered not to look away
from himself and he thought that he'd seen her check in on
him. That seemed like an eternity ago and he didn't know
how much more he could take. His calves ached and his legs
trembled, but every time he tried to take his weight off
them, the strap beneath his arms would dig in cruelly. Then
from the corner of his eye he sees something move.

Meanwhile, she had slipped around the corner to look in on
him once again. She saw how his legs trembled and his chest
heaved. Seeing him like this excited her. The makeup and
tear streaked face, the guttural moaning and the worried,
fear filled eyes. She was a little concerned by how his
legs were trembling and yet as she saw this she grew flush.
A chill ran down her spine as she began to walk towards
him. She felt powerful and excited and her concern became
an afterthought.

His eyes dart towards the movement. He wants to turn his
head but remembers her warning about looking away from his
reflection. Then he sees her in the mirror behind him and
he becomes more animated, craning his neck as if trying to
get her attention. Having stopped about 10 feet from him,
she begins to slowly pace a circle around him, arms folded
across her chest. She disappears from the mirror's view and
she can see him panic. Almost as if by reflex he turns his
head to face her and he tries to speak, only to find that
he's been biting into the leather bit so hard that his
teeth had sunk into it, and it took a moment to get them
free. On seeing his head turn, she snapped "eyes forward"
but he continued to try to speak.

He got to as far as "please ma'am" before she cut him off
saying, "I said eyes forward bitch! Do I have to repeat
myself?"

Hearing the seriousness in her voice he snapped his head 
forward, but sighed heavily and continued to shift in his
bonds. She continued walking this half circle until she
stopped directly in front of him.

Staring at him, she continued, "What, now my questions are
left unanswered? Didn't I ask loud enough?"

All he could manage in response was a confused, "No ma'am,
I didn't mean..." He paused for half a beat, then began
begging and whining through the gag. "Please ma'am,
please... I won't, I mean I'm sorry..."

But he had difficulty forming a complete thought through
the pain of the clips and he started sobbing again. She
flashed him a look of false concern and she stepped towards
him, clucking under her breath.

Riding crop in hand, she slides the tip beneath his
petticoat to get his attention as she tells him to "Listen
up. Calm down and look me squarely in the eye."

He'd heard her and he tried, but he couldn't stop the sobs
that were flowing through his body. However, that changed
rather quickly when she began tapping the clips on his
thighs with the end of the crop. He bit down hard on the
gag and started to scream.

As the scream faded she stepped forward and grabbed hold of
his head harness. He drew a deep breath and managed to
contain himself long enough to open his eyes when he felt
the pull at the harness and they found themselves staring
at each other, about a foot apart.

Holding the harness tight she shakes it slightly as she
asks through clenched teeth, "Have I made myself clear?"

To which he nods affirmative.

"So you know that lying is wrong?"

Again he nods and attempts a feeble, mouthed reply. She
lets go the harness as she raises his petticoat with the
other hand.

"Understand, you have had more than enough chances and more
than enough warnings... And I want you to think about that
as I remove these clips. No more chances, no more pity."

Having said that, she drops to her knees in front of him,
having decided that she might as well enjoy this. Slipping
a hand down the front of her skirt and beneath her panties.
Cupping her sex in one hand as she removes the clip from
his thigh with the other. He screams into the room as the
blood returns and his whole body tenses up as he pulls at
the bonds. Chills roll through her as she watches him
squirm. Her panties quickly become soaked as she
manipulates herself.

Pulling another clip off, she rocks on one hand while he
screams and writhes in front of her. Then as he begins to
regain his composure she stands up and pushes her panties
to her ankles. Stepping out of them she picks them up,
soaking wet. She holds them beneath his nose.

"Just look at what you do to me." she says as she slips a
finger beneath the bit of the gag. "Just six more to go."
she comments as she pulls the bit down slightly and begins
stuffing the panties into his mouth.

Satisfied with her work she reaches down and grabs another
clip from his thigh. This time she grinds herself into him
as he writhes. Wrapping her arms around his head and
pulling her mouth to his ear she hisses...

"Hurts, don't it bitch... yeah you bet it does..." as she
grinds herself into his thigh. Her breath quickens as she
continues... "You like the taste of those panties, I can
tell..." She slips a hand down to her sex again as she
grabs the side of the head harness, pulling herself
close... "I think I see a tear, are you gonna cry for me
bitch? Huh, are you?"

She begins drawing breathes through pursed lips, then pulls
hard on the head harness, resting her weight on him he
cries out from the strap biting into him beneath his
arms...

"If you think this is bad... just imagine if I catch you in
another lie, or trying to skip out..."

Hanging on him she pulls off another clip, followed quickly
by another... He screams and tears run down his cheeks as
she begins squealing and her thighs clamp onto his leg...
She slips down him, flowing down onto the floor, on her
back, arching it as she manipulates herself. Her squeals
fade momentarily and then she begins rocking faster on her
hand.

"You think this is bad bitch?" she asks as she cruelly
pulls another off, this time not quite opening it
completely.

He swings his head back and forth as he screams and pulls
violently at his bonds, unable to stop even though his arms
ache... again her breath turns to a squeal as she hisses
the words through clenched teeth...

"Just imagine 20 of these down each thigh and another ten
on your balls..."

Grabbing the other clip in her fingers...

"Now imagine me removing them with the crop..." she pulls
the clip off and leans back, slipping both hands between
her legs... Slapping them off one by one with the crop...
"Yeah, I'd just love it if you would screw with me
again..." and now she screams as she goes from arching her
back to pulling herself into a ball in front of him...

He is incoherent at this point and his legs are shaking
wildly, unable to support himself any more. His head tipped
back and his eyes closed. She comes to her senses slowly,
then realizes his situation and can see that she probably
took him a bit too far. Rolling over she undoes the clips
connecting the ankle cuffs to the spreader bar. Quickly
standing, she moves herself on wobbly legs to the rope
anchor on the wall. Unwinding the rope she lets him down
slowly until all the tension is released. Grateful to be
off the heels, he rests his head on the floor even though
his wrists are still attached behind him. She allows him to
rests briefly before she approaches again.

As his breath slows he can see her approach out of the
corner of his eye. He tries not to the tremble as she
plants a booted foot on either side of his head. She drops
down into sitting position, and then he feels her hand at
the back of the harness on his head. She undoes the buckle
and loosens the harness enough so that she can slide the
bit beneath his chin and remove her panties from his mouth.
Then he feels her grip tighten and she pulls his head off
the floor. He doesn't have to ask as she slips beneath him
and lowers his face to her sex and as he starts to lap.

She coos, "That's it, clean it up good bitch!"

As he goes to work he stunned by how wet she is. In no time
his mind is taken off of this as he feels a hand at the top
of his maid's uniform. It's her, and with no notice she
removes one of the clips from his chest. As the blood
returns and he tenses up and moans loudly, inadvertently
pressing himself into her and she reacts with delight.

"Oh! That's kind of nice!"

Once he relaxes, she slips her hand in and removes another
clip and again he bucks beneath her. He can feel her
growing wet again and for the first time in quite some time
he chuckles to himself at the irony of it. After all, isn't
he supposed to be cleaning her up!

She hears him laugh and pulls on the harness, lifting him
off her sex. "Something funny, bitch?" she asks.

He replies, "No, Ma'am. It's just that the more I try to
dry you off, the wetter you get." then adds, "It's not you,
Ma'am." with some concern in his voice.

She tips her head back and laughs. "That is funny!" she
exclaims as she guides his head back to her.

As his face is pressed back into her sex he thinks that
maybe she's not a total bitch. Once again her hand is at
the clips and as she pulls each one off she presses his
face into her, to muffle his cries.

After using his face to bring her to several orgasms, she
slips out from beneath him. As she steps around behind him
to unlock his wrists she complements him on a job well
done. He's then told to clean himself up and fix his
makeup, then to return here and put everything away.

As she walks to the door she tells him, "And when you're
done with all that, report to me back out in the living
room."

He lay there spent. His chest and the inside his thighs
were raw, but even worse were his calf and thigh muscles
from standing so long spread Eagle. He stood unsteadily and
made his way to the bathroom. The balls of his feet began
to burn from having weight returned to them and once he
arrives at the bathroom he takes off the heels with a sigh
of relief, and then begins fixing his makeup. He's standing
in front of the mirror when he hears a single knock and the
door swing open as she peeks her head in.

She's all smiles and she tells him not to take too long as
it's almost lunchtime, then ducks her head back out. She
pauses in thought before closing it. Having failed to hear
the latch on the door click, he reaches over to close it
and is startled by her popping her head back in.

She is still smiling as she says, "Oh, by the way. The next
time you decide to be out of uniform by taking your shoes
off, you'll spend the night standing on them next to my
bed. As for this time, just make a note of it in your
notebook and write 10X next to it." And she slips back out
still smiling.

He stops what he's doing and puts the shoes back on before
finishing with his makeup. He looks himself over, then
exits and walks out into the living room. He's determined
not to screw up any more and so when he arrives he stands
at attention and waits for her to make eye contact.

After several minutes she looks directly at him and he tips
into a curtsy saying, "Ma'am."

She looks at him and draws a deep breath, then lets out a
sigh. "So you mean to tell me that you've put all that
stuff in the bedroom away like I asked?"

This took him by surprise and now he tries to remember what
she had said. As he stands there he realizes that he didn't
pay close attention. Hanging his head he replies, "No
ma'am." and she asks why. He clears his throat. "I'm sorry
ma'am I didn't pay close enough attention to what I was
supposed to do and forgot to pick up the room before coming
here."

At this point he's holding his chin to his chest and trying
not to shake as he wonders what she's going to do. Then he
hears her.

"Well, run along then and do what you need to do, I'll be
here waiting." And with that she shushes him away.

He minces into the bedroom, quietly cursing himself. At
first it's "what a stupid mistake!" and "I have to pay
better attention!". But then as he collects the clips off
the floor he stops in his tracks. "What the hell has she
done to me? I'm cursing myself for some trivial mistake
when I should be thinking about how to get the hell out of
here, or at least talk her out of this."

A chill runs through him as he returns the alligator clips
to the length of rope they were on. Returning the clips and
spreader bar to the closet he begins to snoop around, but
thinks better of it. Stepping out and taking a quick look
around, everything appears to be in place. Checking himself
before he steps out he comes across the notebook.

Then thinking to himself, "Thank God she didn't ask for
this earlier." he jots down that he had taken his shoes
off, then writes ten times beside it while shaking his
head.

Stepping out into the living room he tips a curtsy while
acknowledging her by saying "Ma'am.", then stands at
attention. She looks up from her seat, and then leans back
while looking him up and down.

Not bad, she thinks to herself. Things are actually working
out better-than-expected and she wonders just how far she
will be able to take him. Taking note that he is standing
at attention she remarks to him.

"So, have you reconsidered your attitude towards training?"

He wondered what she meant and she saw the look of
confusion on his face. She let him squirm for a minute, and
then explained.

"Remember our discussion about training, serving,
expectations and standards?"

He nods and replies. "Yes ma'am."

She stands up and places her hands on the hips. "Well,
here's your chance to give your opinion. I already gave you
an example and now I'm thinking that maybe it would be a
good idea to hold you to the higher standard as a kind of
crash course. That way you could start your 180 days right
away. The trouble with that is I will be merciless, and I
know as well as you that you're not ready. So what do you
think?"

He thinks about it for a long moment then replies, "I think
I need more training ma'am."

A frown crosses her face and as she shakes her head. "That
didn't sound very convincing, or sincere. Let me put it to
you this way and say you're not in training. That would
mean that you would spend the night standing next to the
bed waiting for me to get up, with only a five-minute break
every hour for taking your shoes off earlier. That would
also mean that right now you would be on your hands and
knees cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush because of
the makeup in the sink. Of course that would be after your
caning for that lipstick smudge on your uniforms collar."

He begins to shake a bit and says, "Please ma'am, I think I
need more training."

"Why?" She asks.

He looks puzzled... "Why ma'am?" and she just nods...
"Well, because I don't want what you said to happen to me."

And with that she shakes her head in disapproval and takes
a step towards him. "What, do you have some kind of problem
being humble? Is it you can't admit your faults or consider
it humiliating?"

She takes a step to the side and walks around him as she
speaks, raising and lowering her voice as she walks into
the bedroom and back out again.

"This is how it should have sounded... 'Please continue to
train me ma'am. I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this yet
and I'm sorry I gave you an attitude about helping me. I
promise I'll do well...' and so on and so on."

Grabbing a kitchen chair as she passes she sets it down a
couple feet behind him as he fights the urge to look and
continues to stand at attention.

She continues, "Well, don't worry; I'm going to keep you in
training because there is no way you're ready for service."

She straddles the chair facing backwards as she orders him
to his knees and tells him to crawl to her. Once on his
knees he turns towards the chair, just in time to see her
securing a dildo and harness to the back of the chair.

Resting her arms on the chair back she says, "Come here
bitch. Let's see about this little problem you have with
humility."

Looking down at him she orders him to take the dildo in his
mouth and he eyes it with trepidation. She could see he
hates this and smiles.

"I'm not going to ask again, unless of course you want me
to replace this with a real one! I wanna see some
enthusiasm too."

His stomach rolled, but he did as she said. If that wasn't
enough she ordered him to look her in the eyes and he felt
as if he was shrinking before her. He felt himself become
small and helpless before her. He began to tremble as she
instructed him and taunted him about taking the whole
thing.

Again she was getting wet as she watched him look up at her
with those worried doe eyes. He's gonna be great she
thought, a perfect find. She didn't know what it was about
her, but she loved the distress in his face. She thought
back to other subs she has had. The pretenders who were
just looking for a kinky sexual experience. While she would
love to see one of them on there knees before her, they
would never let themselves fall into such a position. On
the other side were the pain slut trannies. There was
something unsatisfying about a willing submissive. She
needed the distress and fear, the feeling of control that
comes with domination. She relished the fact that he feels
he has no choice. She knows that if he thought he could, he
would get up and leave. He is there against his will
because of her will. Yet she also knows that with his
experience he won't be psychologically damaged by this and
that on some level he enjoys much of this, to a degree. If
he doesn't, he'll learn to...

Straddling the chair, she watches as he takes the dildo in
his mouth. Ordering him to show little more enthusiasm and
goading him on, she watches for a few minutes before she
stands up out of the chair.

"You just keep going like that. I don't want to see you
stop or slow down or you'll be there twice as long."
Stepping to the kitchen she keeps an eye on him. "I guess
I'll be making my own lunch since you appear to be quite
busy." She said with a chuckle.

Casually making herself a sandwich she carries it back out
into the living room. Turning on the TV she rests her feet
on his back, using him as a footstool. Alternately watching
him and the television, she digs a heel into his back
whenever she sees him slow down. Each time she's rewarded
with a moan.

By the time an hour passed he was in severe distress. His
mouth had gone dry and sticky, his jaw ached and his arms
and knees were sore. Not to mention the small of his back
where she kept digging her heel. Then he could take no more
and pulled himself off completely.

Struggling to gather some moisture in his mouth he let out
a hoarse, "Please, water." Which he followed quickly with
an apology.

She had been ready to dig her heel in once more when she
felt all motion stop. But upon hearing his hoarse voice she
took her feet off his back as she told him. "Oh, that's
quite all right. I hadn't thought about how that might dry
your mouth out. Go get yourself a drink, and then you can
come back here and clean this stuff up."

As if by reflex he thanked her as he stood and steadied
himself on the heels. As he walked to the kitchen he
realized that he actually felt thankful, as if she was
benevolent.

As he gulped several glasses of water while standing at the
sink he thought to himself, "She must really be getting to
me, she just had me on the floor impaling my mouth with a
dildo for the past hour and I'm not only thanking her but
even worse, I actually feel thankful."

Straightening his uniform out then stepping back out into
the living room he tips a slight curtsy before picking up
the chair and the strap-on and walking them back to her
bedroom. Then returned to the living room to collect her
lunch plate and returned to the kitchen.

As he got ready to do the dishes she called out to him.
"When you're done with the dishes grab something quick to
eat and let me know when you're done."

He did the dishes carefully and really wasn't hungry when
he was done. So after taking a look around the kitchen to
see that all was in order he stepped back out into the
living room and presented himself to her. She looked him up
and down for a moment then told him to turn around facing
away from her. In short order he felt her lifting his
petticoat and his legs began to tremble as he wondered to
himself "what now?" Much to his relief she had simply
reached up and undid the lock that secures the waist/plug
harness.

"I want you to go to the bathroom and remove this, take
care of anything you have to, and then make yourself
presentable." And with that she sent him on his way.

Once in the bathroom he slips the harness from his waist.
Then sitting on the toilet he slips the plug from his
behind with a sigh. After he finishes cleaning himself and
the plug, he stands facing the mirror and touches up his
makeup. As he steps back out he is amazed at how much
lighter he feels without the plug. Stepping out into the
living room he can see her moving about, keys in hand and
purse on shoulder as if ready to leave. He's tempted to ask
but bites his tongue. She can almost see the question on
his face, and answers it in short order.

"We're going out so you need to go change your shoes. I
want you to wear the 5 inch pumps with the padlocking ankle
straps."

He stands there stunned for a moment. He's snapped out of
it when she flashes him a glare. Not quite sure what to
think, he turns and walks to his closet. Sitting down to
change his shoes, he is suddenly quite conscious of how he
is dressed. He no sooner has them on when she steps into
the room and hands him a pair of padlocks, already opened
of course.

She stands there as he closes the hasps, then asks, "Am I
going to have to use the leash on you while were out or are
you going to behave?"

Looking up at her he asks, "Can I ask where we are going?"

She tips her head back and laughs. "A little worried are
we? Well, if you must know we're going to a friend of mines
club. It's a drag club so I wouldn't worry about it being
lifestyle friendly and it's only about a block and a half
away. So do I need the collar and leash?"

Looking up at her as he snaps the locks in place he says to
her, "I'd rather not to wear the collar ma'am."

She in turn shakes a finger at him and says, "Best behavior
got that? Meet me in the living room when you're done."

He checks himself in the mirror before returning to the
living room and presenting himself to her. Opening the
padlocks she removes the collar from his neck and places it
in her jacket pocket remarking "just in case" with a smile.
She takes a step away from him and tells him to turn around
as she looks him up and down. Nodding, she motions for him
to follow as she heads to the front door.

His steps limited by the 5 inch heels, he struggles to
catch up with her. He looks around nervously for anyone
that may see him as she locks the front door behind them.
Walking to the car he again struggles to keep up. Stepping
around to the passenger-side he's momentarily confused when
she stops and stands next to the door. He opens the door
and begins to get in but is stopped by her hand on his arm.

"No no dear, you're driving."

He steps back and she slips into the passenger seat.
Closing her door and walking around to the driver-side he
continues to look around nervously. Gathering the petticoat
in front of him he manages to sit down and put his seatbelt
on as she hands him the keys. Testing how the pedals feel
beneath his heeled feet, he then starts the car. She gives
him directions and they were there in just a minute or two.

As he pulled up she remarked, "I told to it wasn't far, I
just thought that with those heels on you would prefer to
drive rather than walk. It should be pretty dead tonight
considering its Sunday."

He shuts off the car and they sit there for a moment before
he realizes that she's waiting for him to walk around and
open her door. Drawing a deep breath he opens the door and
steps around the car. Opening and holding her door as she
steps out then closes it behind her. She holds out her hand
to him and he returns the keys to her. Walking up to the
club's front door, he hurries and manages to get there in
time to hold the door open for her.

Stepping in he's relieved to see the club almost empty
except for a handful of people at the bar. Walking over to
the booths against one wall, she motions for him to sit.

"Have a seat. There's someone I have to say hello to, I'll
be right back."

He watches as she walks away, heading directly towards the
bar and is greeted warmly by the bartender, who motions for
her to come behind the bar and greets her with a warm
embrace. They sit and speak for a short time and he can see
them occasionally point or look over to him. He becomes
very self-conscious and suddenly wishes he could hide. She
meanwhile finishes her conversation and works her way back
to the table.

She slips into the booth and instructs him to keep an eye
on the bar as they have drinks coming and that he should go
get them when they're ready, which they quickly are. He
sees her friend from behind the bar motion to him. Bracing
himself he casually walks to the bar trying not to gather
attention. As he gets closer he suddenly sees that two of
the "women" at the bar were actually men. They nod at him
as he leans against the bar and waits to catch the
bartender's eye.

The bartender sees him there and motions to the drinks
saying, "There you go dear. Now be careful not to spill
them!" The bartender is an older lady, early '50s perhaps
but not unattractive and she eyes him up and down as he
grabs the drinks and walks back to the booth.

They sit across from each other in awkward silence until
she finally breaks it and asks, "Well dear, what do you
think?"

Unsure of how to respond he lowers his eyes and says,
"About what, ma'am?"

Then he feels her foot slide up between his legs and his
eyes roll back in his head. She shakes her head smiling as
she presses her toes into his crotch.

"About our whole arrangement of course. You know, I think
that you would really enjoy this if you just let go."

He looks up at her, but says nothing.

"You said you enjoy giving up control, and I can see that
you do." She pauses with a smile as she feels him growing
beneath her foot. She then crosses her feet beneath her and
straightens up in the seat. "Well, I just think that if you
accepted your position and the fact that you really do have
no choice, you would then begin obeying without question or
hesitation. Once we got to that point, things would move
along just fine and we would be quite happy with the
situation. But that's just my opinion." And with that she
raised her glass to him.

"Cheers!" And he raised his glass to hers.

The atmosphere between them lightened, and another round
was brought to them with nothing but a look and a nod
between her and the bartender. She asked about his work and
him about hers. With the second-round gone he looks over to
see the bartender has stepped away. She looks across at
him.

"Well, it looks like she stepped away for a minute. But I
also see that she left her tray here. Why don't you collect
up our glasses and take them to the bar and you can bring
us back to couple of fresh ones."

And with that he snapped back to reality.

Picking up the tray he is suddenly aware that the club has
gotten slightly busier, and he's painfully aware of how he
dressed. By the time he gets to the bar the bartender has
returned and she looks over at him with a smile as he sets
the tray down. She takes his order while giving him a
knowing smile. As she rings the drinks up at the register
he realizes that he has no money, yet alone pockets. He
holds a finger up to signal that he will be right back and
makes his way back to the table. On the way there he's
startled and stopped by a large hand on his wrist. He turns
to see two gentlemen at the table and he soon realizes that
they think he is a waitress. He explains he's not and they
send him on his way, slightly puzzled.

She smiles to herself as she watches her little whore makes
his way back to the table. She chuckles as he explains that
he needs money for the drinks.

"Oh yeah, I guess you didn't bring any. Well here you go
dear." handing him a 10. "By the way, what did those
gentlemen want from you?"

He looks down at his feet as he explains how they thought
that he was a waitress.

"Well looking at how you're dressed it would seem an honest
mistake. I'll tell you what, on your way back why don't you
stop and ask them what they want to drink."

His eyes widen, "But ma'am, I can't..."

And his sentence is cut short by her grabbing him by the
collar of his blouse and pulling him towards her. He can
see the sudden change in her attitude and as he's pulled
towards her he can hear her hiss through clenched teeth.

"Now listen bitch, this is exactly the type of thing I was
talking about. How dare you question me, and in public no
less. Now you've already earned yourself a tanned ass and
you better pray that nobody else heard that. I suggest you
get moving." And with that she releases him.

He can hear the anger in her voice and he has to restrain
himself from panicking. Looking around the room as he makes
his way back to the gentlemen's table, he sees the exit and
briefly considers heading for it, but realizes it would be
futile.

Stopping next to the table, his voice breaks as he asks
what they would like to drink. They both look at him
quizzically but ask no questions as they give him their
order.

Once at the bar he relays the order to the bartender who
makes the comment. "I see your playing waitress today. Just
don't forget to collect seven bucks for their drinks,
honey."

Carefully balancing the tray as he walks back to the table,
he sets the drinks down and announces, "That will be 7
dollars."

At which point one of the gentlemen gives him a $10 bill,
instructing him to keep the change. He then continues back
to the booth where she sits. Setting the drinks down, he
lets her know that he has to return to the bar to pay for
the other drinks. She simply waives him off without even
making eye contact. He then hurries back to the bar,
dropping the ten off and letting the bartender know the
other three was a tip.

On returning to the booth he can almost feel how the
atmosphere has chilled. Moments pass and she still does not
make eye contact with him.

Until finally he offers, "I'm sorry I questioned you,
ma'am." She looks at him and he can see that she wants
more. "I'm sorry I forgot my position. My questioning you
was more of a reflex than anything else and I didn't mean
to do it."

Sitting back, she crosses her arms in front of her as she
eyes him up. "Let's be perfectly clear here. You just
forgot your position, which says to me that you've accepted
it, but you still have some nasty habits to break. The fact
that you're apologizing to me tells me that you want to do
better. So let me ask you this, do you really want to
become my proper little maidservant?"

At this point he knows disagreeing will do no good, and so
still looking down he nods his head yes. She leans forward
on the table...

"I can't hear your head rattle. I want to hear you say it.
I want to hear you say it like you mean it. Come on now,
here's your chance to redeem yourself, and at least
partially make up for questioning me."

Raising his head he sees her looking directly at him. His
voice cracks as he says, "Yes ma'am, I do want to be your
maidservant." She rolls her hand in the air, urging him on.
"I really want to do better, and I can't thank you enough
for helping me. Please help me the best maidservant to you
that I can be."

A smile broke on her face as she leaned back chuckling.
"That sounds so nice. See, don't you feel better admitting
it?"

And even though his stomach was doing back flips he replied
a simple "Yes."

Looking quite pleased with herself, "Well, I'll do my
best." She says with a smile and a wink. "You had better
drink up cuz we'll be leaving soon. Don't forget you have
to work tomorrow." She grabs her drink and stands. "I'm
going to go corner my friend and say goodnight. I shouldn't
be long so just wait here for me."

He sat there uneasy, contemplating the situation he was in.
20 minutes later he can see her and her friend, the club
owner, approaching. They stop just short of the booth. They
lean towards each other, as they exchange several unheard
comments.

Then he hears her voice, commanding yet casual. "Step out
here a minute dear, let's have a good look at you."

He stands, a bit uneasy on the heels.

"Now give us a spin and walk up and down the aisle here,
and you had better be careful not to stumble."

He spins in place then walks the narrow aisle towards them.
Looking at her and her friend he can see a threatening look
flash across her face, while her friend just smiles. He
suddenly became less concerned about the, if any, bar
patrons watching him and much more concerned about taking a
miss-step. Turning a few feet in front of them, he walked
back to where he started. All the while he was trying to
remember how to stand at attention the way she had
instructed him. It was only 4 days ago and yet it seemed
like an eternity. On reaching the booth he turned to face
them. Placing his feet as close as he could without them
touching and standing as straight as he could, he cups one
hand in the other behind his back. Standing there as still
as he can, he can see her give him a slight nod of approval
while her friend is smiling widely and appears to be
complimenting her. He remains standing as still as he can
as he watches them say their goodbyes.

He is still standing at attention when she approaches him.
As she grabs her purse from the booth she remarks to him
"Good girl, at least you're beginning to get it. Now let's
get going." and with that heads directly towards the door.

It takes him a moment to realize that they are leaving and
he rushes to catch up and open the door. Holding it open as
she passes through, he rushes again to open the passenger
door for her. Walking back around, he slips into the
driver's seat. She is holding the keys up in her hand as
she asks him if he is okay to drive and he assures her that
he is. As he pulls out she reminds him of what he's wearing
and that he probably wouldn't enjoy getting dragged off to
jail dressed like that. He shudders at the thought of it
and yet it seems that no sooner has he started driving than
she is pointing out her driveway. Within 3 minutes of
having started the car he's pulling into her garage and
turning it off. He hurries around the car to open her door.
Once out, she extends her hand and retrieves the keys from
him.

She motions for him to follow as she heads inside. "I want
you to draw me a bath right away, then you can meet me in
the living room with a pen and a blank sheet of paper."

He can't help but think "what now?" as he draws her bath.
He thinks that he hears her bedroom door open and close,
but it's hard to tell over the running water. Once
finished, he slips into the spare room to grab the pen and
notebook from his apron, yet found himself tying it around
his waist almost by reflex or habit. Seeing his ankle and
wrist cuffs as well as his collar there on the dresser
causes him to pause....

"She didn't tell me to put these on, but then again she did
tell me that the cuffs and collar were part of my standard
uniform"

He looks to see if the padlocks had been left open. Finding
they are, he decides that he had probably better wear them.
The closing of the locks still sends a chill up his spine.
Checking himself in the mirror seemed surreal to him. He
never would have thought he would be making such decisions,
yet here he is checking to see if his collar is straight.

She meanwhile is sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed
and facing the hallway he should be coming down shortly.
Her mind wanders pleasantly as she waits and she pictures
how he looked in his uniform today

"Not bad, but how will he look once he is fully trained to
make all his motions feminine and graceful. Add to that a
bit of corset training, immaculate make-up, proper dress
and flawless grooming..."

A smile crosses her face as she pictures how he may look.
Add to that a spotless house, no laundry, dishes, cooking.
She hopes she can get him there as she can't really justify
stretching the 180 days by all that much and still be fair
and feel good about it. She finds herself secretly hoping
that he pulls a big time screw up, but pushes that out of
her mind. She is snapped out of the daydream by him
rounding the corner. She can't help but smile when she
notices the collar and cuffs on him. She hadn't even
thought about it and probably wouldn't have noticed. She
suppresses the smile as she motions him to the chair.

He is a bit surprised and comes to a clumsy stop when he
finds her at the table and before he can react she motions
for him to sit.

Handing him the pen she says, "I'm going to have you take a
bit of dictation. But first let me tell you that I'm very
pleased to see you have your collar and cuffs on. I may not
have noticed, but you took the initiative and I like that.
I know you have a fair amount of punishment coming to you
in your log. Remind me next time we're looking at it and I
may reduce it a bit..."

He was surprised with how pleased this made him feel and he
thanked her sincerely.

Resting back in her chair she announces, "Now back to more
serious matters. Take this down... Before we met, I
contacted my owner and asked to serve. I accepted a
position offered of my own free will and fully understood
all that was involved in the position. I had been warned
and I fully understood that I must follow my owner's
commands promptly, without question and to my owner's
satisfaction. I understood that any discrepancy, regardless
of intent and whether real or perceived, could result in
punishment most extreme. I also understood the only
exceptions to this were the limits I myself stated. I know
that I must accept as fair and just any commands and
punishments outside these limits."

Although he already knew all of what was said, they never
fail to send a chill down his spine. He looks over to her
to signal that he is done. She stands and looks down at
him.

"I'm going to give you 5-10 minutes to commit that to
memory." Then she steps out of the room towards her
bedroom.

Looking down at the paper reading and rereading it over and
over, he committed it to memory with relative ease. It
didn't seem to bother him so much when he was reading it
with a purpose, almost dry and technical. But now his mind
turned to what was next. He could tell she had more planned
for him, but what? He leaned back in the chair and tried to
relax, but couldn't.

Moments later he hears her call, "Into the bedroom, girl!"

He works his way to the bedroom with a sense of unease. He
can see her leaning with one arm against the wall, right
next to the full length mirror that was just outside the
bathroom. She motions to him to come to her, then points to
the floor a few feet in front of the mirror.

"Kneel here, facing the mirror."

He tries to push thoughts of the last time he was in front
of a mirror out of his head as he kneels.

"Now, this one is simple. All you have to do is kneel here
and look at yourself in the mirror. While you do this I
also want you to repeat that little paragraph you wrote. Do
it as if you are telling the person in the mirror. I want
you to continue to read it over and over and loud enough so
that I can hear it from the bathroom, and don't look away,
got it?"

From his kneeling position he looks up at her and says,
"Yes Ma'am."

As she turns away she says, "You can start now, and if you
think this is easy, just remember that the next time you
question me in public you might be there for 7-8 hrs."

Staring at himself in the mirror he begins to recite the
paragraph he had memorized. At first he concentrated on
getting the words right, but after a couple times the words
flowed. That was when he couldn't help but hear them and
what they meant. The butterflies took flight in his stomach
as he began to think about each line. He thought about the
limit's he had listed, then about all the things that fell
outside of them. It was as if the image in the mirror was
telling him what a tight spot he had gotten himself into.
Then it changed to him telling a submissive little maid
what she had gotten into, yet he knew it was him. It became
his normal male self telling his submissive fem side that
they were stuck. Then he started going over ways out, and
the only thing he could come up with was to persevere. The
butterflies turned into a nervous anxiety and although he
wished he wasn't, he began to get excited.

Excited by his present situation as well as what may come,
and he couldn't shake it off. He was beginning to get
winded from constantly speaking loudly, and his knees
started to ache. However, before this even became a problem
she had stepped out of the bathroom and announced that he
could stop now. He stops the recital, but remains kneeling.
This doesn't last long as she calls him over to her from
where she is sitting on the edge of the bed. She tells him
to present his wrist and ankle cuffs and proceeds to remove
the locks. Then she tells him to strip and he remembers the
hard on he is sporting. He tries his best to hide it by
tucking it between his legs. And he tries to make it go
down by sheer force of will, but that only makes matters
worse. When he finally has to drop his petticoat she is
greeted with the obvious.

"Well, well. What do we have here? I put you in front of
the mirror to examine the position you're in, and you come
out of it with a hard-on. I wonder what that says about how
you really feel... You had better come back here and give
me your wrists."

She leans over, opens the nightstand drawer and removes a
18" pc of fine chain as he holds his wrists out. Hooking
one padlock hasp through the end of the chain, and then
closing the hasp on one wrist cuff, she then loops the
chain through a D ring on the collar and down to the other
wrist.

Sitting back on the bed to admire her work she says, "There
now, that ought to keep your hands away from that little
problem. The pillow and blanket are already on the floor
for you."

He works his way onto the floor at the end of the bed.
Shortly after he lays his head down, her face pops over the
footboard. Reaching down towards his neck, padlock in hand,
she locks his collar to a short length of chain, leaving
him secured to the footboard. Her head disappears over the
footboard as she wishes him a "nighty-night".

He looks down at the pup tent at his crotch. He can't
believe his second head has betrayed him again. Hundreds of
thoughts race through his mind, but he has a hard time
grabbing a hold of one. However the image of that helpless
maid crying in the mirror, then the maid kneeling keep
coming back to haunt him. He's not sure when he finally
falls asleep, but when he wakes the sun seems high in the
sky, and he didn't awake to an alarm. He tries to stretch
and is reminded of his present situation by the chain
connecting his wrists to his collar. He lays there staring
at the ceiling for about 10 minutes before she walks in.

"Time to get up, I let you sleep late today so that you're
alert at work. You still have some time though." She bends
down to unlock the collar and cuffs. "The shower awaits,
and I want you to clean yourself inside and out. I'll bring
your work clothes in once you're done."

He stood and shook the sleep off, then made his way to the
shower. He saw the enema bag hanging from the showerhead
and remembered she had said inside and out, which for some
reason hadn't registered with him at first. He filled the
bag and emptied it twice, then proceeded with his shower.
In the middle of it he hears her enter.

She calls out to him, "There's something I want you to put
in on the counter. Once you're done with that and dry, put
the wrist cuffs on. I want your hands behind your back with
the locks looped together and you kneeling, facing away
from the door."

He's pretty confident he knows what she wants so he's not
surprised to see a medium size anal plug on the counter
when he steps out of the shower. Kneeling down, the plug
slips in, helped along by a liberal amount of KY jelly.
Then reaching up for the cuffs and padlocks, he slips them
on and manipulates the padlocks closed behind him. Kneeling
there he calls out to her. Moments later she appears
through the doorway.

"Oh My! What a lovely view we have here... spread your legs
a bit more for me."

He can see her approach him with a harness and he feels her
wrap the belt of it around his waist. He moans softly when
she cups his balls in her hand. The pleasure is short lived
as she only holds them long enough to guide them into a
latex pouch at the front of the harness. The pouch was then
pulled back between his legs by 2 fine chains that ran from
the front of the belt and down the sides of the pouch,
merging into one at the tip of the pouch. Then threads
through a hole in the base of the plug and ends looped on
the padlock hasp that locks the belt in place at the small
of his back. Over that is a pair of thick latex panties 
that snap in place on the inside of the belt, prior to it
being pulled tight and locked in place.

As she checks her work she says, "Now, I don't know if you
remember this but the bottom of the pouch has an opening
and the panties have a slit in them so you can pee, you
just have to do it sitting down." She swats him on the ass
playfully as she stands. "I'm going to go get your work
clothes, I'll be right back."

On returning she grabs him by one of his arms which are
still bound behind him and helps him up. Guiding him into
the kitchen she guides him down onto a chair, his arms
looped over the back of it, and then she sits across from
him. She's a bit nervous, but does well at not showing it.
She hopes that the bit of mental manipulation she is about
to do has the desired effect. She looks over at him as
serious as she can.

"Okay now listen-up. I'm going to drive you to work and
drop you off. This will be the first time we'll be separate
since we started this and while there you may get the idea
that you can or want to end this and not come back. Be
forewarned, any violation of respect, commitment or honesty
and I won't hesitate to react in the extreme. You know what
your limits leave open. Think about it."

He had been listening to her intently with his stomach
doing flips, and when she was finished his voice cracked
when he replied, "Yes Ma'am, I understand." He was pretty
determined not to screw up anything anymore.

She steps out and returns with his work uniform and
security badge and set it on the table, then stands in
front of him. She holds out what looks like a small
television remote but with only a few buttons on it.

"This is one half of a dog obedience training system sold
by Innotech. Very quality stuff and has a range out to
about a mile in the open, but can still go a half mile
through buildings. What this controls is a small static
shock unit that attaches to the dogs collar so that the
trainer can immediately correct the dogs behavior with
various levels of static shock. There's 8 different levels
that increase exponentially, which is to say that 2 is
twice as strong as 1, but 8 is 128 times as strong as 1.
This is set on 1 right now."

She presses the button and he feels his sphincter contract
involuntarily while what felt like a pinprick inside him.
His eyes widened as he looked at her.

"Yes, in case you haven't figured it out, the unit fit
nicely in that plug that's inside you, with the contacts
right at the base opposite each other. Now here's a 3."

And before he could react his sphincter clamped down on the
plug and he felt what could best be described as a swat
with a riding crop right on his anus. A very intense pain
that faded almost immediately.

His voice had also seemed to lock up, but now that the
shock had passed he yelped "Ma'am!"

She waved his concern off. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about it
much because I doubt we'll have to use it much. Although I
am curious if I would be within range of you from your work
parking lot..."

He is looking over his shoulder at her, quite concerned as
she slips the remote into her pocket, then produces the key
for his wrists and collar.

Fast forward to 7:00 p.m. that evening, 1/2 way through his
shift.

Back from lunch and walking down the aisle he notices the
plant manager is still in the building, which is unusual
enough on swing shift but he also has security with him.
He's curious about this but he has plenty of other things
on his mind. It wasn't until he saw one of his co-workers
being escorted down the aisle that he realized they were
doing what they called a "census action" today. Call it
what you want to, they were laying people off. He tried to
ignore it and put it out of his mind. Yet a half hour later
the plant manager was standing in front of him along with
security. He was in a daze through the exit interview. The
explanation of severance and the fact that he would still
get a paycheck made him feel marginally better.

Then he began to think about what he was going to do about
his "other" life. What was she going to ask of his time
once she knows that he's not working? Had he thought that
he was going to get laid off he would have definitely
postponed this whole thing. He needed time to think about
this. He also knew he couldn't exactly hide the mountain of
documents he now carried from her when she came to pick him
up. Then he remembered that they were going to ship him his
toolbox. He went through the papers and selected a mere
handful of the most important, these he was able to fold
and slip into his back pocket. Then when security came to
escort him to the gate he was able to drop off the majority
of them at his box. Finally he has to surrender his badge
to security just before he exits.

Once outside the gate the harness suddenly becomes
uncomfortable and his head begins to spin, so he sits on
the nearest curb. So what options are open to me? Christ, I
need some time to figure this out... If I just go home now,
not only is she going to be royally pissed off, but I
definitely have no chance to get any of my things back.
Besides, looking at what time it is, I may not have enough
time to get this damn belt off before she showed up at my
house.

Above and beyond that, I really think she is serious about
sending someone to get me, or even doing it herself if I
just break things off. There's no way I'm going to hide
this from her for very long, and definitely not for 6
months. So it all boils down to the fact that I have to
tell her. But, I'd really rather not be tied up in front of
her when I do. I really need to be in some type of position
where I can negotiate with her and maybe delay this for a
few months. Looking at the clock by the guard shack he
realizes that she is going to be leaving to pick him up in
less than an hour. He had better call her just in case she
plans on calling him before she leaves.

He heads down to the gas station on the corner nearest his
work, the plug making its presence known the whole time.
His mind continues to race, wondering what to do...

'Maybe tomorrow I can hop a bus after she drops me off,
then I can drive out to her with my other car and talk to
her about the situation. I wonder if this harness is going
to be a daily thing.'

Dialing her number he begins to get nervous as he waits for
her to answer. When she does in that calm, controlled voice
of hers he almost panics. "Hello Ma'am? I was just calling
to confirm you picking me up at 11:30."

"Yes, I'll see you there." and with that he hangs up and
begins the walk back to the parking lot.

She sets the phone down, looks again at the caller ID, and
thinks to herself... 'It's almost too good to be true, but
it must be. Why else would he be calling from a gas station
pay phone? And to make things even better he seems intent
on digging himself a hole. Oh well, the deeper the better
as far as I'm concerned.'

She grabs her keys and heads towards the door. She had
actually called at 8:30 and whoever answered seemed
unusually evasive. When she called again at 9:00 and asked
to leave a message she was told that she should probably
contact him at home. When she questioned this she was told
that he had been part of a "census action" and that he
wouldn't be back for some time, if ever. She knew enough
corporate speak to know that he was probably laid off. She
reminds herself to touch base with one of her friends who
works in the same building and get even more confirmation.
She smiles wide as her mind races with the possibilities.

As she approaches she can see him waiting on the street
just outside the parking lot. She looks down at the clock
and can see that it's 11:26 which just confirms her
suspicions even more. Thinking of the possibilities, she
has to shake off a chill of excitement. She pulls to the
side, tapping the horn. He notices her, heads over to the
car, and hops in.

She turns to him, "You're out early aren't you?"

His blood runs cold, he hadn't thought about that. He
stutters a bit saying "I... I... I slipped out early."

She just nods as she begins a mental count of his offences
in her head. She could tell he was nervous so she stayed
off the subject of his work. After all she still wanted
absolute confirmation, and in the meantime he could dig the
hole deeper unless he cracked. The remainder of the ride
home was relatively quiet.

Once inside she tosses her keys on the table then tells him
to strip down so she can unlock his harness. "Then you need
to take a shower. You can leave the harness off for now.
When you're done you can grab something quick to eat. No
need to get dressed. I think were going to call it an early
night because I think we're both overly tired."

And with that she gathered up his clothes. He realizes that
he has papers about the layoff in them.

"I'm sorry that I left those on the floor, I'll take care
of them ma'am." He says, reaching for the pants in her
hand.

She just sidesteps away saying, "Of course you'll take care
of them, I'm just going to toss them in the room with all
your clothes. What did you think I was gonna wash them?
Isn't that more along the lines of your position?"

He offers an apology and heads to the shower. She tosses
the pants into the room, but not without grabbing the
papers out of the back pocket. She looks them over while he
showers. She notes a toolbox receipt, information sheet
about career placement help. As she looks over the last one
she becomes flush with excitement. A benefits schedule
showing that he will receive 30 days of "notice pay". Then
as long as he signed the waiver about age discrimination he
would receive an additional 2 weeks plus a week for every
year of seniority, and that his benefit is 8 weeks. At that
point his remaining 2 weeks of vacation and 1 week of sick
time would be used, after which he would be eligible to
claim unemployment. She does the quick math and realizes
that he will be drawing a check, and more importantly have
no reason to work, for more than the next 3 months.

He emerges from the shower wrapped in a towel and notices
that the lights are off in the living room. Then he hears
her call from the bedroom.

"When you're done eating head right in here to your spot at
the base of the bed. We got an early day tomorrow. The
collar is there and the lock is open, so just make sure
it's on."

To which he replies "Yes Ma'am."

He makes his way to the fridge and stands in front of it
staring in. He quickly realizes that he isn't hungry so he
sits down at the table and rests his head in his hands. He
starts to go over in his head what he's going to do once
he's dropped off tomorrow. He's not sure how he is going to
explain it to her. What he'll probably try to do is just
delay things until he is settled. She may be okay with
that; after all she seemed pretty tolerant today. He
figures the sooner he goes to sleep, the sooner tomorrow
starts, so he heads off to her bedroom.

Lying down at the foot of the bed he looks at the collar
and pauses. He decides to put it on and lock it, better not
piss her off if she is up before him. On the bed above him
she is lying awake, waiting. Then she hears the familiar
sound of a padlock hasp closing.

"Music to my ears." she thinks to herself and drifts off to
sleep.

He on the other hand sleeps in fits and starts. He is
startled awake by the alarm, but cannot reach it to shut it
off. He hears water running in the distance and figures
that she is already up. He lays back and stares at the
empty ceiling. He starts to wonder if maybe he should just
come right out and tell her.

'She has got to be a little flexible at least.' he tells
himself.

He hears her emerge from her bathroom and he tips his head
up to see her. She is wrapped in a towel and walking
towards him.

"Good morning Ma'am." he says.

"Oh, you're up. Just let me grab that key to the collar."
She grabs the key from the nightstand and lying across the
bed, reaches down and unlocks his collar. "Now head off
into the shower, but this time clean inside and out. You
might also want to check yourself for body hair. You're
getting a little slack in some places. I'll bring in what I
want you to wear."

In the shower he cleans himself as he was told, then went
at his body with the depilatory to take care of any
unwanted hair. When he steps out he can see that she has
brought his uniform in. Fishnets, petticoat, corset, maids
dress and apron along with a pair of ankle strap 5 inch
heels. His wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and collar are there
all with open padlocks.

He quickly does his make-up, puts on his blonde wig and
then he gets dressed. As usual he gets excited by the
vision in the mirror, yet he's still not exactly sure why.
He's not quite sure why he put himself in his present
situation. One reason he tells himself was to quench the 
fantasy by living it. He figured that it wouldn't be nearly
as pleasant as the fantasy, and would end up purged of it.
That or there was the chance that he would find that he
loved it. Either way, it would no longer torment him and he
could say that he tried it.

He checks his uniform and then steps out. Walking to the
edge of the living room, he stands straight and folds his
hands in front of him. For the first time today he can see
a clock and is taken aback. The clock says 1:00 p.m., which
means he must have slept 10 hrs at least.

He has to ask, "Ma'am, is that clock right?"

To which she replies, "Yeah it is. I reset the alarm and
let you sleep because you had a pretty rough weekend and
may be still catching up. You might want to wash your work
uniform right away so that it's done by the time we have to
leave, so start there..."

He nods an acknowledgement and walks to the spare
bedroom/office to retrieve his pants and shirt. He
remembers the receipt for his box and schedule of benefits
in the pocket. He pulls them out and stashes them in one of
the bags he came with and then empties the rest on the
dresser. Stepping back to the laundry nook, he starts them
washing and walks back to the kitchen.

As soon as she sees him she asks. "We have to leave here by
2:30 because you start at 3:00 right?"

"Yes Ma'am, it takes about 20 minutes from here I believe."

She looks at the clock and says to him. "Well, I got a new
piece of bondage furniture that I've been dying to try, and
we have about an hour to kill...What do you say?"

He really didn't know what to say, except yes.

"Okay. It's just inside the garage door, you can't miss it.
Why don't you bring it in here?"

He steps out into the garage and can see a 3ft by 3ft
wooden platform on shallow wheels that just barely allow it
to be rolled across the floor. The outer edge of it is
ringed with 1½ inch pipe and on one corner the 1½ pipe
comes straight up to about 8-9 feet tall. In the center
what looks like a set of telescoping pipes with a mount
that looks like it is for a adjustable seat... This thing
looks wild he thinks to himself as he brings it through the
doorway and into the kitchen area.

He stands there looking at it for a moment until she says,
"Well step up on there and let's see how it works out. Feet
in the opposite corners and facing the one long pole, arms
behind your back."

Once his arms are behind his back she opens one lock and
connects them together, binding his hands behind him.
Bending down she removes a metal clip on a short length of
chain from beneath the corners by his feet and clips them
to each ankle cuff. She then steps out, but quickly
returns, dropping several unseen items on the table behind
him. Looping a strap around his arms at the elbows, she
pulls it tight drawing them together and he let's out a
gasp. Tying a length of rope around the elbow strap, she
loops it through an eye bolt at the top of the long pole
and lets it hang loose for now.

He finds it odd that although he has tried to make eye
contact with her, she seems to be avoiding it. Stepping
back in front of him she straps what looks like a short,
fat penis to the pole directly in front of him. He soon
realizes that it's a head harness/gag. Grabbing the rope
she pulls his elbows up, which bends him forward towards
the gag. Once his lips touch the very end of it she stops.
Holding the rope tight she reaches for something on the
table and holds it behind her back.

Leaning forward so she is only a few inches from his face
she asks, "So, is there anything you want to tell me before
that gag is filling your mouth?"

He is confused for a moment, wondering what she means.

"Nothing at all? Nothing you've been hiding or dishonest
about?"

His mind flashes with the thought that she may know about
the layoff, but how could she? He is about to ask what she
is talking about when she pulls out the papers he had
hidden and drops them to the floor. He's stunned and then
tries to blurt out an explanation but she is ready for him.
As soon as his lips part she tugs on the rope and impales
his face on the gag.

"Too late, you've had your chance for explanations."

He mumbles something into the gag, but she can neither hear
nor does she care. Stepping behind him she continues to
buckle the harness gag around and over his head. He is
growing more and more scared and is starting to tremble.
She grabs the plug off the table and applies a liberal
amount of KY jelly to its end. Pressing it to his anus he
flinches and tightens up, but she simply applies more
pressure. Stopping half way she leans to his ear and offers
to wipe off the KY and replace it with BenGay. Slipping her
leg between his she rests the end of the plug on her thigh.
Grabbing his hips she pulls him towards her and is rewarded
with a deep grunt. She then reaches down and pulls the end
of the center pipe up to the base of the plug and attaches
it at its mount. Pulling the pipe up until he just lifts
the heels of his shoes off the platform to get away from
it, she pins the pipe in place. She then steps off the
platform and sits in the chair pondering his fate for a
moment.

She reaches down and rotates the platform towards her and
as soon as she stops he starts to try to speak through the
gag, pleading for a chance to explain.

"Quiet!" she shouts. "I haven't quite decided what I'm
going to do with you yet, but you need to hear what I've
got so far and you can't do that if you're trying to
speak." She crosses her legs and sits back in the chair.

"First of all you have been so deceptive and told so many
lies in what seems like an attempt to avoid serving that I
could keep you in our service agreement indefinitely.
Remember, your transgressions come back to you 3 fold. For
now you can plan on 18 months minimum. Based on when you
have your child, you will be reporting for service at noon
on Monday and will be serving until noon Friday. That way
you can pick your son up on Friday, spend the weekend with
him and drop him off at school Monday.

"Of course I'm flexible on this, so if you need to change
the start and end times just let me know, or if you need
days during the week free on occasion just let me know. But
your typical schedule will be 4 days a week. We are going
to go back to the sensory deprivation hood as part of your
uniform. One important point though, you will no longer be
allowed to speak, period. You can respond with a nod, and
then only when asked a question. If I need anything more
than a nod for an answer from you, you can write it out.

"At this point I don't see any reason why you should have
to communicate anything on your own to me. If you do, and I
don't feel it was absolutely necessary, I will simply add
1-3 months onto our agreement."

She takes a moment to let it sink in, and then begins
again.

"Now, about your new dress code. We'll start with