School Maid                 by: Anne O’Nonymous

 

Part Two--Filled with Girlish Glee.

"Terri, please sit, while I explain the rest of, emm, Michelle’s situation."

"Yes, ma’am," she replied, winked as she shot him a glance, then took a seat just above him. After sitting, she daintily placed her hands in her lap, and relaxed.

Michelle, no longer able to say "his" own name, glanced at the uniform. It consisted of a black long-sleeved dress with white collar and cuffs, a white lacy apron, lace cap, 2" (?) heeled pumps, and black stockings. All in all, it was rather attractive.

"Now, down to business, Michelle, and please don’t insist on that male name! You were sedated for about a month to allow us to make some, emm, cosmetic changes using a local clinic. First, your vocal chords have been shortened to give you a nice feminine voice. The change is permanent! Your neck had a little bone shaving done to it, so it’s nice and smooth; no nasty bump there. Now your nose may still be a little tender as it was reduced to a more, shall we say, petite form. Also, your eyebrows have been ‘arched’ for a more feminine look. The good news is all your masculine facial hair has been removed by a new process, so you’ll never have to shave again!"

Mike hung his head down in shame. His voice, nose, and possible beard all gone. Manhood gone before he could really experience it.

"Aw, please don’t cry, Michelle honey," Mary said, gently, trying to soothe, not hurt, him, "you still have that appendage between your legs, for our use, naturally!"

"These breasts, boobs, I don’t know," Michelle replied between sobs.

"Michelle, dear, those breasts are made of a skin-textured plastic, covering your pectoral area, held on with a space-age glue that will hold for six months at a time. Also, the edges are feathered and tapered, so you can’t see where the breast form ends and your skin begins. The breasts have a gel inside and are the proper weight for their size, too. They will sway just like the real things!"

Michelle reached up and managed to, experimentally, touch the nipples and gently massage the large globes. Fingers explored the whole upper body, trying to determine where the artificiality ended and reality began. It was an exercise in futility.

"Terri, would you be a dear and get the keys to free Michelle from the kitchen, then tell Ms. Henderson to bring in some drinks and sandwiches," Mary requested.

The pretty maid stood, curtseyed to Mary and left the room to complete her tasks. After awhile, Michelle started to miss Terri! In fifteen minutes, Terri re-entered the room, carrying a bag, followed by another woman carrying a tray with sandwiches and several glasses of juice. Michelle never felt happier to see a person, for when Terri came into her sight she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. As Terri unlocked then removed the various bindings and cuffs, Mary did the honors: "Ms. Henderson, this is my new maid, Michelle Roberts. Michelle, I’d like you to meet Ms. Gloria Henderson, my cook."

"Welcome to the household," Gloria warmly said, as she handed him a sandwich and juice, completely ignoring the nakedness. Ms. Henderson was an elderly woman, with salt-and-pepper colored hair, twinkling pale blue eyes and a friendly smile.

Although extremely hungry, Michelle took small, even dainty, bites of her sandwich. She politely listened to the conversation around her.

"So, this will be the other maid. Will she help in the kitchen with dishes when you have those faculty parties?"

"Gloria, she will work with Terri and do whatever is necessary in the house. Also, I will have two of the girls from school come in to help with housework, in exchange for room and board."

"Ma’am, do I need to train her to be a maid?"

"No. Just a few suggestions, and his subconscious training will take over. He should be perfect for you, I think!"

After the sandwiches and juices were finished, "Michelle, how did it feel when Terri left the room?" Mary asked. "You are subconsciously conditioned to miss her, I should tell you. Makes it easier for both of you to work together."

Michelle thought for a minute, again wrinkling the nose (another subconscious order), then said, "You mean when she’s not around I miss her, a lot!"

"That’s it. Oh, don’t worry about anything bad being done to you. Except for a few blocked memories and the new ones you’ll see later, you’re as smart as you were previously. Now, let’s get you dressed, shall we?"

Together, Terri on one side and Mary on the other, they guided Michelle up a flight of stairs to Michelle’s new home, a room she would be sharing with Terri.

Terri stopped before a room with a 3" thick solid oak door, opened out into the hallway. In the door itself was what looked like a thick metal shaft, protruding slightly, at the top and bottom of the door, and through the door jamb, into the wall, were openings that were meant to receive each shaft.

Mary pulled the door out more, saying, "There is a shaft at each hinge also. On the door, at the top and bottom is another lock. When the door closes, four locks in the door and four locks on the door secure it. Those bars extend 2" into the wall. A remote signal closes all locks. OK, inside, please."

Terri smiled at Michelle, took her arm and escorted her into their room.

The pastel-blue room was huge with plush cream-and-grey wall-to-wall carpeting. To the left was a large walk-in closet, that, at first glance, seemed to have dozens of different uniforms in various colors, along with other items. About three-dozen shoes were on the closet floor, with more to the right. To the left side of the closet, two groups of seven drawers. (Michelle speculated on the contents, thinking, "Undies!") In front, a large three-sided bay with window seats and stained glass windows. Just to the left of the windows, a well-lit vanity of maple with several jars on top. On the right was a wardrobe of maple. To the right of the room entrance, a huge mahogany canopied bed, big enough for three, and at the foot of the bed, a large TV set.

"Come on, I’ll show you our bath," Terri cried as she lead her further into the room.

Michelle couldn’t help noticing the emphasis on "our bath" as she followed her to the bay window, then right. The bath was gorgeous: Gold-plated fixtures, sunken marble bath, a shower stall big enough for three, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Michelle used the mirrors to get a good look at her new face.

"Hey, girlfriend! You’re looking good!" Terri said, with warm smile.

‘Mike’ studied the strangely attractive face for a few minutes, uncertain that ‘he’ was seeing what was there. A small pert nose, delicately arched eyebrows, and auburn hair falling to ‘his’ shoulders decided ‘his’ fate. ‘Mike’ was dead, buried and forgotten.

"Come here, girls," Mary called.

Terri and Michelle hurried out to where Mary was waiting. "Please, Michelle, honey, put this on," she said extending a hand with a pale blue satin robe with white fur trim.

Mary waited ’til Michelle was a little more decent, then started: "OK, this is meant for both of you so listen to what I have to say. First, both of you share everything. That means panties, bras, other underwear, uniforms, nightgowns, etc. The only exceptions are toothbrushes. You will bathe together, work together, sleep together, and ‘play’ together. There is no ‘Terri’s’ or ‘Michelle’s,’ it belongs to both of you. Second, for you Michelle--you will work on making yourself as feminine as possible. Third, if I think you aren’t working together, each morning, after breakfast, you will be chained together. Do you understand me so far?"

Terri hesitated for a second, bit her lip, then asked, "This chain, how long will it be?"

"You’ll be chained at the ankles, eight feet of chain between," Mary stated.

Michelle wanted to ask about privacy, but remembered that, except at the shower, the bathroom lacked a door.

"OK, my sweets. Now, except when I direct otherwise, you will use protection when you engage in intercourse. Is that understood?" Mary stated, her lips curling in an attempt to suppress a smile.

"I have been taking birth control pills, ma’am."

"I know, dear, but Michelle still needs something, so to make sure, you should put it on her, understand?"

Terri, smiling at the idea, replied, "I understand perfectly!"

"Terri, please get out a uniform and underwear for Michelle, as I have something else to tell her," Mary asked. While she complied with that request, Mary returned to Michelle and informed her, "You will not be able to go past any exit to the outside for awhile. On days when Gloria and Terri go shopping, you will be confined to a cell in the basement ’til they return. Also, you will become involved in some of our ‘games,’ shall we say. Michelle, remember this, except for necessary confinements or punishments, you always have the right to say ‘no.’ That right was never taken away from you."

"Yes ma’am, I understand," Michelle replied, "I hope you don’t have to punish me too often!"

"Good! Terri, I’ll leave you to get Michelle properly attired. When you’ve done that, a tour of the house would be appropriate, also you can tell Michelle what’s to be done," Mary said as she left to return downstairs.

Terri’s "yes, ma’am" came as Mary was halfway down the hall. She turned to Michelle with, "Don’t worry about the locks on the door. They’re only used occasionally! Now let’s get you dressed."

Deep in Michelle, there was still a ‘Mike’ wanting to battle against a subconscious conditioning, oppose this subversion of his self, but time was running out for ‘Mike.’ The lacy bra was the first nail in the coffin of his manhood.

"OK, bra first." Terri approached him with a pale green affair, bringing the band around his chest. "Now slip your arms through the shoulder straps," she said, and he followed her instruction. "Just bend over slightly, and let the boobs settle naturally in the cups, pulling the straps up over your shoulder. Straighten up, reach back and fasten the hooks on the chest band, then adjust the shoulder straps for comfort."

Michelle complied with the order, and soon had it on. The lower part of the cup, supporting the breast, was satin and the upper part was all lace. The support it gave to the weight on his chest was wonderful!

Next, apple green nylon panties, with three rows of lace around leg openings and two rows around waist, were stepped into, then pulled up.

"Garter belt next," she continued, as she put something with six drooping elastic bands containing metallic objects around the waist. Terri pulled the panties down far enough to let the garters fall down beside the legs, her hands straying far enough to caress Mike’s manhood. Her smile told him this was deliberate. The next twenty minutes were spent in the art of putting on stockings.

A black full slip, black uniform with a white apron, strings tied in the back in a big bow, finished Michelle off. The next-to-the-last item, a lace cap, was fastened on the head using bobby pins. After kneeling and placing the lace-up shoes on her feet, Terri took Michelle’s hand and walked her to the mirror in their bathroom.

"Each morning, before we eat breakfast, we’re to check our appearance in the mirror. Mary wants us to look our feminine best at all times. With or without makeup."

Michelle, holding Terri’s hand, stood before the mirror, entranced with what she saw. If it wasn’t for the different skin colors, they would look very close to being twins!

"No jewelry in the house. We are to wear shoes with no less than 2" heels. Bathed and uniformed before breakfast. We do dishes, laundry, make beds, dust, and straighten any furniture. We also assist the cook. All books and papers," Terri continued, "are to be left where they are. The missus get upset if they’re moved." The maids then proceeded to the closet area, where Terri pulled out drawers, intoning: "Panties, bras, half-slips--remember to carefully fold everything you put away, girdles, nylons, more panties, camisoles, and pantyhose. The closet contains uniforms of all kinds, blouse-and-skirt combos, dresses of various types . . ."

A slightly puzzled look came to Michelle’s face as she asked, "Various types?"

"Sundresses, A-line, shifts, that sort of thing. Now, the wardrobe has robes, nightgowns and slippers," Terri continued the tour of their room.

The next half hour was spent teaching Michelle how to curtsey. Terri thought the correct grasping of the uniform, placement of the feet, bending of the knees and bowing of the head were all necessary to show proper respect for their employer.

Soon, it was a tour of second and first floors, ending in the kitchen with Ms. Henderson.

Gloria looked up just as the pair entered her work area. She smiled as they, at Terri’s instigation, executed a dual curtsey. "Well hello, girls. I was just making myself a cup of tea. Will you join me?"

"Thank you, ma’am, that would be nice. I was just showing Michelle the house, and we were going down to the basement in a while. I want to show her the laundry room."

"Show her the ‘play room,’ too."

Gloria got the now-boiling water from the stove and soon had three cups of nice hot tea ready. As the tea was being finished, Gloria inquired, "So, Michelle, how do you like the house?"

"It’s lovely. The rooms are so pretty, and I just adore the very cute dolls in the library! Whose are they?"

"Ms. Murphy got them from some of the girls as presents. She keeps them there as reminders," Gloria replied, then added, "If you want, take some up to your room for company."

A strangely happy Michelle said, "Gee, may I? It would make me very happy!"

"Sure, I’m sure Mary . . ." At that moment, the tinkling of a bell was heard, and a call of "girls" heard.

"Thank you for the tea, Gloria. Come on, Michelle--we must not keep Mary waiting." Terri got up, curtseyed to Gloria, then waited until Michelle did the same. Together they hurried to the living room where Mary was waiting.

After entering the room, Terri curtseyed, and waited for Michelle to do the same. Michelle was frozen in shock at seeing a somewhat familiar face: Paul Simmons.

Mary, seeing them enter, smiled at the look of dismay on Michelle’s face, and ignored her breach of etiquette. "Girls, this young man is Paul Simmons. Paul, these are my maids, Terri and Michelle. He is here trying to find a friend of his who left him."

Paul smiled at the pair of rather cute girls ("Still too young to be women," Paul thought), as he took out and passed around a picture of a very good friend, then started asking the same questions he had asked hundreds of times before. "My roommate walked out of our apartment over a month ago, and I haven’t seen him since. I got a letter from him saying-- this is very embarrassing--that he was in love with me. Have you seen this person? Do you know of anyone who may have seen or talked to him?" His eyes fixed on Michelle as he thought, "God, she is so familiar. I’m sure I know her from somewhere, but where?"

Terri took the picture, scanned it carefully, then handed it off to Michelle. She looked at the face -- a rather attractive man’s face -- with the fond hope of trying to help in any way possible. That wasn’t likely, as no recognition came through. It was just a man’s face, after all.

Terri was first with her "No," then Michelle with a sincere "Sorry, I can’t help you."

Ms. Murphy came over to Paul, squeezed his shoulders in sympathy. "We really are sorry you can’t find your friend. As you stated, ‘he didn’t want to be found,’ and maybe you should give this up before it affects your grades. Look, if he’s as good a friend as you say he was, he’d want that, don’t you think?"

Paul got up, placed the photo of his missing friend in his pocket. "I just have to try for his sake, not mine. I think he may have stumbled onto the ones who were carrying out those campus pranks."

Ms. Murphy stood, took Paul by the arm and guided him to the front entrance. "My maids have their work to do, I have reports and papers to read, and, I believe you have a class. I can understand how you feel about this Mitch, but he’s gone."

"It’s Mike, and I’ve got to give it a shot, finding him."

As they left the room, Terri nudged Michelle. "Let’s go. We can’t help him, and I have more to show you, downstairs."

The pretty pair walked back to a kitchen filled with the aromas of food cooking, re-told Paul’s story to Gloria, then walked through a second door, down a short hall to an 8’ by 8’ area at its end.

"OK, Michelle. The door in front of you goes to an outside parking area. The cabinet to the right holds canned goods, bags of grains stored in cans, canned soups, etc. The second cabinet, to the left of the first, holds spare cleaning supplies, like furniture and floor polishes, waxes, toilet bowl cleansers, and detergents for clothes and dishes." Terri walked to the door left of the cleaner cabinet, opened it, flipped on a light switch just inside the door saying, "Now for your basement tour."

Michelle looked longingly at the door to the outside, and possible freedom. Then she followed Terri down the well-lighted stairs. Using an electrical panel at the bottom of the steps, Terri turned on more lights. "The cellar area is roughly divided into three sections. One section has air-conditioning and heating equipment, spare electric generator, water pump and purifying equipment. All the water used in the house is purified, and the air filtered twice. Next section has two washing machines and two dryers. We wash, dry, and iron down here. We have a room with TV for when we wait for wash cycles, and when we iron. Also there are two sewing machines for making minor repairs. Nice huh!"

"Yes, that does sound nice," Michelle thought out loud.

"Now, the ‘play area.’ Four areas. One, the nursery. Two, the cell you will occupy when we shop. Three, the little girls room. Four, the punishment chamber. Ms. Murphy likes to have a little different fun."

"You mean she gets her . . ., her . . ., her kicks seeing someone hurt in some way?"

Terri shook her head and took Michelle to the laundry room, then to another room just beyond. There was a comfortable couch facing a large-screen TV. To the right of the entrance there were two sewing machines situated under a large fluorescent fixture, which was on an extendable arm. The pair sat on the couch, then Terri said, "Mary likes to emm, ‘punish’ or spank ‘unruly’ children. She wants to control, and feel in control. You see, years back, Mary Murphy fell in love with a guy, a football player. They had lots of dates, but one day he just said she was too controlling and walked out on her, all because she wanted to start her own business, instead of having and raising his children. She wanted to get even, but that wasn’t her nature. There were other men, but they were all cut from the same cloth. She managed to start a health club for women that took off. Later, there were female self-defense courses and martial arts training. She made lots of cash, wisely invested it, and now has enough to live on for the rest of her life, plus two more lifetimes. There are times when she’s had a problem with the board, so the play rooms help her."

"She’s Dean of Women. Doesn’t that count for something?"

"She’s at the mercy of the board, all male, and needs to do something where she’s in control. Her play is sometimes rough, but it isn’t like she’s that way on purpose. Come on, let’s go back."

During the trip back to the upper floor, Michelle tried to keep her mind off the "play room," not wanting to test herself on the horrors that awaited her should she prove to be in need of "correction" and how long it would be before anyone would think about calling 911 for help!

Back upstairs in the kitchen, it was time to set the dining room table for the evening meal. Under Terri’s instruction, Michelle set the dining area table for four.

"When there’s no guests, everybody eats together. With guests around, we eat in the kitchen."

"Terri, do we eat the same as Ms. Murphy? That seems awfully nice of her."

"Why not," replied Terri as she circled the table, placing the wine glasses and pouring the wine. "Ms. Murphy is not a bad person, she’s just angry at the way some men are. There, all finished. OK, let’s get the food on, then inform Mary."

Dinner that night consisted of a tossed salad, Chicken Marsala, corn, green beans, a white wine, decaf coffee, and a sherbet for dessert.

"Michelle, please tell Mary that dinner is ready. Remember: enter, a little cough to let her know you are there, curtsey, then say, ‘dinner is ready, ma’am’ and a second curtsey. Follow Mary, pull out her chair for her and wait till she’s seated. Two things to remember: never walk in front of Mary, always behind at least two steps, and, never, ever sit before she does. Got that?"

"Yes, Terri. Eh, am I allowed to say that? I mean, isn’t there a title for you?"

"We are both just maids, dear. Now go get Mary, I’m starved!"

Michelle hurried to the living room, and when that proved to be empty, the library was next. She entered, saw Mary engrossed in a book so she moved slightly forward, her heels tapping on the hardwood floor.

Mary looked up at the sound, then saw the attractive addition to her household staff. "Yes, Michelle, what is it?"

First the curtsey, then "Dinner is ready, ma’am," and a second curtsey. She stood waiting for her mistress, hands folded in front of her.

Mary put down the book she was holding, got up and walked to the door, turning back to beckon a "come" to Michelle. Dutifully, as any good maid should, she followed Mary to the dining room, where she noticed that both Gloria and Terri were standing behind their chairs. After assisting with Mary’s chair, she took her own seat to the left of Terri.

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After a wonderful meal and dessert, there were the dishes, utensils and cookware to be washed, or scrubbed, and put away. The dining table was wiped clean, and floors, counter top, and sink were all cleaned with a strong disinfectant. After all the cleaning, it was so immaculate you would swear it had never been used.

"OK," came from Terri, "we need to be dismissed for the day. For that, we ask Mary if she needs us any more."

They went to the living room, entered and, when recognized, gave a dual curtsey to Mary, and stood, waiting to be relieved for that day. "Have you finished in the kitchen?" Mary asked, and received a prompt "Yes, ma’am" from both of them. "My breakfast will be ham with scrambled eggs, English muffin, orange juice, and decaf. You are dismissed for today."

The day’s final curtsey, then the trek up to their room.

"What was that about breakfast?" Michelle asked in a puzzled voice.

"Gloria usually sleeps late, so we make breakfast," Terri replied, a big grin on her face, as they entered their room and closed the door. "Since we make breakfast, no sense locking us in, is there. Take off your shoes and stockings and get comfy."

Michelle complied with the request: first, shoes and stockings; garter belt, apron and uniform followed; then slip and, lastly, the lacy cap. She watched as Terri also stripped down to her panties and bra. Seeing her body awakened a part of him he felt was long gone. He watched as she gathered up the discarded clothes, and said, "Shoes in the closet, and everything else in the wash. Anything lacy gets hand washed, along with stockings."

Pulling the covers down on their bed, Terri said, "You first." After Michelle got in, Terri followed her, reaching up to switch off all room lights from a panel just above the headboard, and pulled the sheet up over them. "Want to watch TV for awhile, or just talk?"

"Talk, I guess. Terri, if I’m not getting too personal, how did you get here. I mean, how did you get to be Ms. Murphy’s maid?"

Terri laid there for a minute, turned on her side to face him. "Well, my mother was a prostitute, and I don’t know who my father is. When mom died of an overdose, I was put in a foster home. The first of several--I just could not fit. When they found out what my mother was, they expected me to follow in her footsteps, I guess. When I turned 18, I walked away from the last home I was in, and never looked back! I hitched rides and paid for them sucking pricks. Soon, I realized I WAS going in my mother’s direction. Three years ago, I arrived in this town, broke, hungry and with just the clothes I was wearing. I swiped a paper, and saw an ad for a maid. I applied, and was heartbroken when Mary asked for references and if I had any experience. I was crying when I said ‘no,’ as I thought that was it. She looked at me, then said, ‘well, you have nothing to unlearn,’ and I’ve been here since. I’m really glad you’re here, this room can get so lonely at night!"

Michelle turned to face Terri, then slid across the bed to her. Her arm went around her sister maid, and a comforting, loving kiss on the lips followed.

"Michelle, do you want me to tell you why you are here?"

"Ah, no. I would rather not know. I think it would be safer that way! Could you tell me something about the outside, you know, where I am, that is, if you’re allowed."

Terri giggled at that. "OK, the house is a two-story, square-shaped building, about twenty miles from the school campus, on a three-acre plot with an acre of woods. The wooded area has a creek running through it. There is a swimming pool, a three-car garage, and a parking place for Ms. Henderson’s van. She lives here, too. The grounds are surrounded by an eight-foot high concrete wall topped with broken glass and a high-voltage fence topped with barbed wire, the only entrance being through an electronically locked, ten-foot high iron gate. When we leave the grounds, we punch in a six-figure alphanumeric code, the gates close automatically. To get back in, we have to re-punch the six-figure code for the gates to open. The memory is designed to hold only five groups of six figures at a time, so Mary can get in at night. When she has parties, the gates stay open."

"Thanks! Good night, dear Terri."

"Good night, Michelle!"

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7:00 a.m., and the buzzing of an alarm clock brought two entwined bodies back to life. Each said their "good morning" to the other, then went to the bathroom.

"Shower or bath?"

"Shower."

"Good," Terri replied, as she opened the door to the shower stall, reached in and started the water running. She then stripped off bra and panties with a "Don’t just stand there, strip--we shower together, remember?"

Michelle reluctantly started, removing the panties first. "Terri, I can’t reach the hooks to take off my bra, can you help?" Terri came over, unhooked the offending strap, and removed the bra, then placed the discarded clothes in a large hamper. Shower caps were put on to keep hair dry.

"Come on," Terri implored, as she pulled her under the warm water and shut the door. Terri took the liquid soap and applied it, liberally, to Michelle’s body, starting at the feet and working her way up. She hesitated at the hairless crotch, massaging the balls and penis, seemingly to make them extra clean. After following the command of "turn around," Terri worked on the back, again spending some time on Michelle’s ass.

In the meantime, Michelle was enjoying the attention given to her private area, as she was washing her face. "OK, now me," Terri said, and Michelle was eager to return the favor.

After a splash of water to remove the soap on her face, Michelle knelt to the task at hand. Both of Terri’s well-formed legs were soaped then washed, fingers traveling up and down in a circular motion. Next, the chest. The breasts were soaped then massaged, kneaded, then soaped again, with the soap being applied in a circular motion with one whole hand. The vaginal area was also taken care of, with fingers traveling to her slit, and two finger massage applied, gently playing with the clitoris. Terri’s soft moans indicated he was doing well.

In time, the shower was over, each drying the other off and applying a fragrant skin softening body lotion. With towels wrapped around their chests, they re-entered their bedroom to dress. Again, an all-black uniform with black panties, bra and stockings. A full white slip, with a lace hem showing, relieved the blackness. Terri was attired in a similar uniform, with a black slip. As Terri put on her makeup, Michelle was tying her shoes.

"Come on, Michelle," Terri said, holding a large plastic bib and directing her to a seat. "Gotta get your makeup on."

As she sat, Terri threw the bib around her and tied it in the back. First a foundation was applied, blended in with a finger. Blusher was next, followed by a light eye liner and shadow. A crimson lipstick, followed by lip gloss, finished the face.

Terri brushed Michelle’s hair gently, putting it into some semblance of how it appeared yesterday. She then did her own hair. "Michelle, honey, we have got to fix your hair a little better."

A check in the bathroom mirror showed them to be properly attired for the day.

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In the kitchen, Michelle broke eight eggs into a bowl, added pepper, and whipped them, while Terri put four fairly large slices of ham on to cook. Water was put into the coffeemaker, and English muffins were sliced, ready to heat.

As Terri made OJ, Michelle cooked the eggs and soon had a serving plate with scrambled eggs. The table was set with silverware, pepper shaker (Mary stopped using salt, and demanded the staff do likewise), cups and saucers.

Back in the kitchen, Michelle put a slice of ham on each plate, also added scrambled eggs on top. English muffins were toasted, buttered and placed on the plates.

When Mary and Gloria arrived in the dining room, they were greeted by two smiling, curtseying maids, a filled plate, OJ and a filled cup of coffee. She sat and motioned for the others to be seated.

The breakfast was quietly consumed, and the coffee cups were filled for a second time.

"Michelle, did you sleep well," Mary inquired as she finished her OJ.

"Yes, I did, thank you."

"I believe Gloria and Terri need to shop today, so you need to be confined, dear!"

Michelle did not like the idea and wanted to fight, but she "knew" it would be a losing battle. It wasn’t too bad here--a nice bedroom, Terri was good company, and the work wasn’t bad. "Ma’am, I’m not looking forward to it."

Mary let out a light laugh, replied, "You really don’t know that it will be that bad. What you need to do is trust me, and let me accept the responsibility for you. Can you do that, dear?"

"I guess so," replied a downcast Michelle.

It was after breakfast dishes were done and Mary left for her office at the college that Gloria and Terri got together to discuss what food to get and where. Michelle was left to wipe down the dining table, and anticipate the upcoming confinement. Her mind drifted back to when a ‘Mike’ was put in the closet by his father as a punishment. The ‘Mike,’ six at the time, never got over that fear of confinement in the dark.

Having finished their discussion, both women advanced on Michelle, and Terri said, in consolation, "It’s not really that bad," as she lead him to the stairs to the basement.

 

End of Part Two.

Annie O

 

 

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