The M & M Club

by

Rob Willson

  

Chapter 1

  

Jim slowly took off his clothes and stood naked, wondering what was in store for him this time. A smile came over Tessa's face as she said, "I've got a new outfit for you to wear tonight, so I shall have to bag you." (Whenever a new set of clothes was worn for the first time, the victim always wore a cloth bag over the head to prevent him/her seeing what he/she was to wear, until the dressing was complete.)

Jim was not surprised when the rubber knickers were slipped on first. Next was the narrow cincher belt. More than a belt, but less than a corset. So far, this was more or less standard wear for both of them in their games, so what was new?

"Now we come to the new clothes," Tessa's voice whispered in his ear. "Raise your arms." Jim did so and felt the rubber dress come down over his bare body. It was fairly tight from the waist upwards and seemed to have a loose skirt, which fell to his knees. Tessa closed the zip up to his neck and he heard the click of a padlock, as she locked the dress on him by the neckband.

"Put your out arms and bow your head." Jim was not surprised at the pinafore with crossover straps he felt go on next and, as he dropped his arms to his sides, he was not surprised to feel that it was made of rubber too.

Tessa's hands went to the back of his waist to tie the apron strings in a bow and, once again, there was the sound of a padlock being closed, as the thick inner band was locked round his waist. It was really unusual for both dress and apron to be locked on.

Tessa pushed Jim into a chair and put high-heeled boots on him and again these were locked on so that he could not take off the very uncomfortable high heels.

Jim said through the fabric of the bag, "It has to be a rubber maid's uniform, isn't it?"

"Something like that," replied Tessa, with a laugh, "but just wait and see. I haven't finished yet."

He felt the bag pushed up to uncover his mouth and what could only be a large baby's dummy pushed in and buckled behind his head.

"Maids, like little children, should be seen and not heard. Particularly 'seen'", she added with a chuckle.

Tessa then pulled Jim to his feet and led him towards the full length mirror they used for seeing what they looked like, after the other had finished dressing them up.

"Now comes the special news for tonight Jane. When my girl friends get here soon, you will serve them like the good little Parlourmaid you are. Just be quiet and efficient and I may not have to cane you in front of them. Not that you will be able to make much noise with that dummy in your mouth. It does seem to make a quite efficient gag, doesn't it?"

By this time Jim/Jane was trying to protest through the dummy and bag about her girl friends seeing him like this (whatever 'this' was), with no success.

"I don't know what you are trying to complain about. You haven't seen how nice you look yet." Then she whipped the blindfold away.

Jim tried to shout a very loud "NO!" as he saw himself in the mirror. His 'uniform' consisted of a bright green knee-length dress, an equally bright orange pinafore, with a wide mauve frill and Tessa held a matching rubber maid's cap for him to put on. The whole effect was quite humiliating and he felt absolutely ridiculous. He did not want to wear it for a moment longer than necessary, even without the thought of her friends seeing him dressed in such an embarrassing was, as he served them as a maid. But it was Tessa who would decide how long 'necessary' was, according to their 'play rules'.

His hands immediately went behind to the bow to begin undressing himself and then he remembered that the pinafore was locked on to him. The wide stiff frilly shoulder straps prevented him from twisting the pinafore to the front so that he could see the lock, but, as he felt under the bow, he knew it was quite secure. Next his hands went behind his neck, but even as he did so, he knew by the expression on Tessa's face that he would find the dress was just as secure.

"Why are you reaching for the locks? Don't you like your new uniform? I had it made specially for tonight and I think you look very sweet and pretty in it; and I'm sure my friends will too. Since you like being dressed in rubber, you should be quite thrilled at the way you look. Anyway, according to the rules of our game, you have to stay dressed like that until I have finished with you."

Running through his mind was the fact that her friends were already invited and on the way, meant that she must have planned this for some time. He now began to wonder how long her 'turn' would last. If she kept him locked up and in successive bondage restraints, it could last indefinitely!

He turned to glare at her and met her mocking look as she smiled and said, "The penny's finally dropped has it, my sweet little maid? So don't you forget who literally holds the whip-hand, if you don't want to end up over the whipping bock in front of a lot of very interested spectators watching you bum turn the colour of your apron frill. Now don't you think it is about time that you started getting the drinks ready for the party? They will be here very soon."

He gave his humiliating reflection in the mirror another horrified look before turning to do as he had been ordered.

"There's a good, obedient little maid, Jane. Perhaps you won't end up with a sore arse after all and, by the way, that dummy can be adapted to have castor oil pumped through it. Perhaps those thoughts will take your mind off how you look. I think you have a very interesting evening ahead of you, don't you?"

As he minced away on his high heels, she added, "You are managing those heels very well. Perhaps it is about time I increased their height?"

"Oh God no", was his silent response as it seemed his entire weight was already balancing on his toes.

When they had first started these games, they had considered leaving each idea for the exclusive use of the originator, but then it occurred to them that perhaps A did something to B, simply because B wanted A to do it so him/her, in turn. Eventually, they had agreed the compromise that the idea stayed with the originator for three months, unless special permission was given and then either could use it on the other.

'I have a few new ideas on gags to try out on her next time'. He consoled himself with that thought and then remembered her implication that he would not be unlocked from his pinafore today. A lockable apron was a new idea for tonight.

'She is becoming very inventive', he thought to himself as he busied himself with the glasses and drinks, 'but I am not at all keen on the idea of her friends joining in our games, especially with me dressed in this very embarrassing outfit'.

When he was ready, Tessa ordered him to kneel in front of her, saying, as she unbuckled the dummy, "This is how you will serve any of my guests who are sitting down – humbly on your knees. Now you know why you are not wearing suspenders and stockings. I'm ungagging you so that you can greet my guests properly. You will say to each, 'Good evening Miss. I am Jane and am here to serve you'.

When they have all arrived, I will put the dummy back in, but will not fasten it, unless you make me do so." (That is until I am ready to give you a dose of castor oil, she added to herself.)

Soon the first of Tessa's friends arrived and there was a great hoot of laughter when 'Jane' answered the door and another when 'she' repeated the little greeting she had been ordered to give. Jim felt himself grow puce with humiliation and embarrassment. Finally six girls had arrived and the initial shock was over. There was another burst of amusement when Tessa ordered him to his knees to receive the dummy back into his mouth.

By scrupulously behaving himself and obeying every order instantly, Jim managed to avoid being caned. The came the moment Tessa had been waiting for when she strapped him into a high chair and buckled the dummy back into place. She let her friends draw lots to be the one to tie his baby's bib round his neck and the winner, Eve, made a point of tying it as tightly as she was able.

"Don't choke her," said Tessa, "we want her to be able to swallow."

"Swallow what?" asked Eve.

"This," she replied, holding up a rather large bottle clearly labelled 'Castor Oil'. She fitted a small pump into the neck of the bottle and then connected it to the dummy by a rubber tube.

"Now it's time for baby's medicine," she said, and gave the pump bulb a quick squeeze, without any further warning. Jim's body heaved in the chair as his mouth filled with the nasty tasting oil.

Finally the evening was over and the guests had all left. Jim grimly waited to see what would happen next and was very surprised when Tessa gave him an affectionate kiss and said, "Turn around so that I can undo the locks."

As the gag came out and the pinafore came off, he said, "Well, I'm glad to get that off, even thought the impact did wear off a little bit by the time your friends left. Incidentally, I was a bit worried that you intended to keep me locked up for some time. You did hint at it, you know."

"I know I did, but that was all part of the fun. I never intended to do it really. That would spoil our games and turn a fun thing into something deadly serious. I certainly don't want that to happen."

"You fooled me completely, what with inviting your friends over like that without any warning, or asking me."

"Well, there is a special reason, which I will explain in a moment, but, first, I wanted to say that this new uniform is not special and you can dress me in it whenever you want. I can imagine how you felt when you saw yourself in it, because I tried it on earlier and know just what it is like. It is so very garish and humiliating, isn't it?

"By the way, if you agree, when we have our next session with me as the victim, I suggest we ask the same guests again, with you as the host, and you can have your own back and dress me in that uniform, if you wish. I promise that when I invite them, they won't know that I shall be the servant girl this time and you can get your revenge for tonight, because I know I gave you a nasty shock when I told you that you were going 'public', so to speak.

"However, as I said, there was a special reason for doing this, although I agree I enjoyed giving you the surprise in that way. You see, they had all read that magazine article I showed you the other day about submissives and had been talking about being dressed up and treated in this manner and were rather keen to try it, without thinking that they would ever have the chance.

"When I asked them here, they had no idea that they were going to have that sort of evening, nor that they would find you dressed as the maid, but I am now fairly sure that they will all plead to join in. What that means for us is that we can have a bigger cast of slaves and servants at times, as well as having our own private games.

"Just imagine how it will transform our Victorian school scenes. Me as the teacher with all those girls sitting there in their pinafores and you knowing that I will eventually make you dress in the same way and that you will be treated completely as a girl amongst other girls.

"Then, at another time, you will be the teacher with a large class of girls to punish and humiliate. I am sure you will enjoy doing that! Also, we can let the others take turns in being the boss and they might have new ideas that we haven't thought of.

"Yes, I suppose you have a point," Jim said thoughtfully, "but I was only thinking earlier that you were getting to be quite inventive all by yourself, so I now wonder what I might be letting myself in for. Anyway, before we get into that, I assure you that I intend to enjoy myself at our next session with your friends here and I think I would really look forward to spanking that Eve really hard.

"So I suggest you have spare uniforms, or at least aprons, available and I will try to get them all involved before they leave here. Let's see how they enjoy surprises, when they are the victims."

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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