She Stoops to Conquer

by Priscilla

 

Chapter 8

 

After what seemed like an hour but which was less than thirty minutes, Jenn broke the spell by suddenly sitting up, disconnecting herself from me, and buttoning the front of her coat. She stood up, and told me to pull my panties up and my coat and skirt down. She sat opposite me. She had a serious face on.

"Petal, dear, you have been wonderful this morning, but now we must continue with our plan. So, first, I want you to take all today's shopping up to the spare bedroom and hang it all away tidily. But before that, you can hang our coats up, dear, I know you'll like that."

She stood, and turned her back to me, opening her coat. I stood up, and peeled the lovely shiny black mac from her shoulders.

"Hang the dress in the wardrobe, and fold the lingerie tidily in the chest of drawers; you can then get out of your pink dress and new boots and lingerie, and I'll come and help you out of your corsetry, dear."

She turned on her heel, and left the room. Stunned at her changed attitude, I did as commanded reluctantly taking off the delicious blue raincoat, and hanging the two in the hall cupboard. I collected all the shopping bags and took them up to the spare room. I put all the new lingerie – my lingerie – in the drawers, and then hung the black satin dress on a hanger in the wardrobe.

The next task was trickier. To get out of the pink pvc dress, I had to undo a hook and eye at the back and then lower the zip. All this with my waist considerably restricted by the cincher and my fingers hindered by the long nails. After a few frustrating attempts, I finally managed the hook and eye, and with shaking fingers pulled down the zip. Then it was an easy matter to slip my arms out of the sleeves, and lower the dress to the floor. As I took it to hang in the wardrobe I caught a glance of myself in the full-length mirror. Was this really me, with an 'hourglass' figure, dressed in pink corsetry and lingerie and high heeled boots? If I'd seen Jenn dressed as I was, I would have been very turned on!

But no time to ponder on such matters. I unzipped my boots, and put them away beside my other new footwear. I then stripped as best I could, and managed to loosen the cords on the waist cincher enough that I could unbuckle it – what a relief – but I could not remove the corset. While I was struggling, Jenn came in, and helped me remove it. Once out of all the lingerie, my body felt so much more relaxed.

Jenn then led me to the bathroom, and made me stand on a low stool. She then rubbed a white cream all over my chest, legs, arms, and back, and told me to stay as I was for ten minutes, while she went into the spare bedroom. When she came back, she turned on the water, and gave me a face cloth She told me to get in the shower, to wipe over all my body carefully with the face cloth where the cream had been applied, but not to get my face or hair wet. As I applied the cloth, I could see that all the body hair under the cream was coming away. Jenn checked me over, and applied some more cream – Nair - to areas that had been missed, and so when I finished in the shower, I could feel my skin now smooth and hairless.

Back in the spare bedroom, Jenn had laid the black satin dress and matching lingerie on the bed. She first massaged my chest arms and legs with a body lotion, then dusted my body all over with a sweet scented talc, making me smell very feminine. Then I was dressed back into the corset and waist cincher, with the breast forms fitted again. But this time, Jenn told me to dress in the black satin dress, and to put on the 'accessories', pettis, panties apron and cap. She handed me a pair of 'barely black' seamed stockings; these felt so much softer against my smooth hairless legs. As she watched, I fussed with the bows on the cap and apron, ensuring that they were centred at the back, and that the ribbons hung tidily. Certainly the special ribbons on these worked well, allowing me to arrange beautifully rounded bows, but leaving the dangling ends very light and flexible.

Finally, I stepped into the black court shoes; I had to admit that they made my legs look so much better, especially with the dark stockings. I took a few tentative steps, and although the heels were higher than I had been wearing, I found them reasonably comfortable, especially with the wide heels. With difficulty, I turned my back to the full length mirror, and checked that my stocking seams were straight over my shoulder. I could just see the edge of my frilly panties showing below the pettis, as well as the top of my stockings. My smooth hairless thighs looked so white against the dark stockings, but so much nicer for being hairless.

I had not disturbed my hair or makeup, so I was now ready – but ready for what?

I didn't have long to wait to find out. Jenn inspected me by making me turn on my heels in front of her, then applied a spritz of sweet smelling perfume to my bare chest and shoulders.

"Right, my girl, downstairs to the dining room", she ordered. I followed her down, taking great care with the black heels on the stairs. Jenn took a seat at the dining table on which was two sheets of paper, and I went to sit opposite her.

"No, Petal, stand on the other side of the table, I want to talk to you." Oh dear, what did this mean?

"You must be wondering why I have got you dressed you in this outlandish uniform. Well, while we are being honest with ourselves, I have another complaint about your how you have become; you have started to treat me with disrespect. Oh, not in big ways, but often by neglect, such as assuming that I do all the housework and cooking, and often not helping me with such tasks as washing up and tidying."

"So, for now I want you to be my maid, and until I, or both of us, feel that you have learnt the lesson, you will wear this uniform, and while wearing it, you will do all the housework and be my personal maid. I have drawn up an initial set of rules which I expect you to abide by, and I may add to them as I think fit."

"Now, firstly, you will have your own maids room, the spare room, in which you will have all your clothes and cosmetics. You will sleep in that bed, unless I invite you into mine, and you will keep it tidy. On weekdays, you will rise early, put on your uniform, and do such work as is necessary, including preparing my breakfast, before you change into your male clothes for the office. On return from town, you will immediately change into our uniform, put on your makeup, and continue with your duties."

I have listed your duties, but I may add to it, and anyway, while you are in your uniform you will do whatever I tell you to do. You will call me 'Mistress' while in uniform, and you will stand in my presence unless instructed otherwise. You will check and repair your makeup every hour, and every night when your duties are finished, you will write up a diary of what you have done, what errors you have made, and what lessons you have learnt."

"I expect you to study this list of duties and other rules, and to read it at least every day until you can recite the list by heart. But your first and overriding duty is to look after me, to anticipate my wants, to respect me and treat me with humility. If we have guests, yes, don't look too surprised, some of the people you met today may call round, then you will treat them with the same respect as you show me."

"I will call you Pet, Petal, Maid, Girl, or anything else I want, and you will answer to whichever name I use. Is that clear, my girl?"

I muttered "Yes", and received a glare from her.

""Sorry, Mistress, yes it is clear, Mistress" I said.

"Now, you may wonder why I chose two uniforms for you. The pink uniform is part of the reward system I have mentioned, so when I feel that you have deserved it, you will be allowed to wear it. I know that it excites you. But it does mean that you will have to keep the satin one as clean as possible, so when you are doing any work that might make it dirty you will wear the pink plastic apron over it. But when I call you, or at any time you are in my presence, I expect you to take it off unless it is necessary."

"Yes Mistress."

"This means also that you will have to wash your uniform very often, and keep it pressed and starched."

"Now, I want some lunch, so go and prepare it for me. When you have served me in here and cleared it all up, you can make yourself a light salad which you will eat in the kitchen. You will eat all your meals there, and you will cut your calorie intake considerably. You have started to put on weight lately, and so I want to see a weight loss, in particular around your waist. I intend to tighten your waist cincher by an inch each week, so if you don't want it to cause you too much pain, you must lose weight."

"Right, off you go, Petal" she concluded, as she handed me one of the sheets of paper.

I scuttled off to the kitchen, and started to prepare a tuna salad sandwich, together with fresh orange juice. I took it through on a tray after checking my appearance in the mirror – one of the listed 'duties'. I knew that I must make sure that my bows were nicely rounded and that the ribbons hung down properly, as well as my seams were straight. I entered the dining room to find Jenn – or Mistress as I had to get used to calling her – working at her laptop.

She looked up, and waved her hand to indicate that I was to put the tray on the table beside her. She picked up a little porcelain bell that we had been given as a 'naff'' housewarming present by some aged aunt.

"Rather than strain my voice, Pet, I propose to ring this when I want you. So keep your ears peeled for its tinkle, as I will not be happy if you miss it. Now, you can go and get your lunch, then you can start tidying and cleaning the house. Now don't forget to wear your pretty apron while you are doing it. You can start upstairs, in your room, so that once it has been dusted and tidied you can move your things in there. "

"Oh, one other thing for now. I want you to get the compact and lipstick from your handbag, and carry it with you at all times in the little pocket in the front of your uniform apron. And apply some lip gloss, it really shows off your lips better, dear."

Saying "Okay" I turned toward the kitchen, only to be turned back by the loud ringing of the little bell. Jenn was glowering.

"Oh dear, how quickly you forget. This means you need another reminder, girl."

What was it this time? Oh hell, I had forgotten the 'Mistress'. Too late.

"From now on, I expect you to treat me, and any of our guests, with even more respect. You will always stand in our presence unless given permission to sit. To remind you, you will curtsey every time you enter or leave my presence, or the presence of any guest. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress" I stammered.

"Okay, so first a little lesson, and by the time the weekend is over, you will be doing it as second nature. Firstly, grip the out hem of your skirt between thumb and forefinger on either side. That's it, but not so tightly that you crease it. Now the tricky bit place your left toe behind and slightly to the right of your right foot, but be careful with your balance. "

I gingerly moved my left leg behind my right, with just my left toe touching the carpet.

"That's good, maid, now keeping a straight back, bend both knees so that you bob down about a foot. "

That was easier said than done. As I started to bend my knees, I could feel my balance going, so only managed to avoid falling by swaying wildly, and letting go with my fingers to use my arms for balance.

"I knew that it wouldn't be easy for you, but you will get lots of practice over the weekend. You should stay down for five seconds, so you need to count in your head. And you must have your head lowered as a mark of respect and humility. Okay, you can come up now, girl."

Rising was almost more difficult than descending, and I had to move my left foot to retain balance.

For the rest of the weekend, whenever you are in a room with a mirror, you are to practice your curtsey for two minutes every hour. By Monday I expect you to do it with perfect balance. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Off you go now, and get yourself lunch, but keep alert for my bell."

"Yes Mistress."

I tried a final curtsey in the doorway, but lost my balance, and fell against the door frame. Jenn giggled as I landed on my back with my legs in the air, showing layers of white lace and panties. A bright light flashed.

"That picture will have to go in your girly scrapbook, Pet, dear, to show to all our visitors."

Was there to be no end to this humiliation?

I got to my feet, and smoothed my skirts tidily around me. This time my curtsey was much less ambitious, and I managed to avoid falling. I walked into the kitchen, and prepared myself a salad. Usually on Saturday lunchtimes I joined my rugby mates for a pint or two at a pub or at our clubhouse, unless it was the season when I would be travelling to a match.

Oh God, I'd forgotten about my rugby pals. Surely they would be missing me by now? At least none of them ever came to our house, as Jenn had never really got involved with the matches or the camaraderie afterwards, so 'the boys' were only my friends. Obviously there was to be no beer for me this weekend. I should have felt hungry as I had only had tea and juice all morning, but frankly the excitement of the morning's events as well as the constriction of the corset and cincher discouraged me from eating very much. I picked at the salad, and drank a small glass of orange juice.

Once I'd finished, I packed the glasses and plates into the dishwasher, noticing the red stain of lipstick on the rim of my glass. Oh hell, another task I'd failed to do, I was supposed to be carrying my lipstick and compact with me. I hurried out to the hall where I had placed my handbag and retrieved the cosmetics. Standing before the mirror in the hallway I coated my lips with the pinky red colour, then added a smear of gloss. Was this really me looking back at me? Face beautifully painted, with long lustrous eyelashes, shiny black maid's uniform, long shiny pink nails. The only thing that didn't fit the feminine picture was my hair, which although quite long for a man, looked suitable either for a boy or for a rather butch girl.

But enough daydreaming. I tucked the lipstick, gloss and compact in the little heart shaped pocket in the front of my apron. I returned to the kitchen and turned my thoughts to my next job. Dusting and tidying the spare room. Or should I now think of it as the Maid's Room? My room? I took my frilly pink plastic apron and looping the straps over my shoulders and tying the waist 'belt' in a big bow at the back. The thin plastic of the straps felt deliciously cold on my bare shoulders and back.

What would I need? Well the Hoover, of course, and a feather duster. Where were these things kept? For the first time, I started to learn the mysteries of cleaning, and where we kept our household tools and things. It involved delving into drawers I had never opened before, but in time I armed myself with the Hoover, a feather duster a can of furniture polish, and two cloth dusters, I staggered up the stairs as best I could in the ridiculous clothes and shoes, and entered the spare room. It had a large built-in wardrobe with a mirror door, a dressing table and chair, medium size bed, and small mirror over the dressing table. Putting the cleaning things by the door, I approached the mirrored door, and started to practice curtsying. My goodness, how sissy I looked in the maid's uniform topped by the silly pink apron. I stood facing the mirror, and held the edges of my skirt out as instructed. The full petticoats made the edge of the skirt almost level with my waist, so I lifted the hem of the skirt well above my waist. But by trial and error, I found that it looked better if I also gripped the edge of the petticoat as well as the black skirt.

What was I doing developing these skills? Me the hard rugby player?

Next, I tried the 'bob' again. This time, by trial and error of putting my rear foot at different positions, I found a stance that gave me more balance, although I did not feel totally secure as I lowered myself at the knee. I allotted myself a couple of minute's practice before my knee joints became too sore, so I turned to the dusting and polishing. This was a new experience to me, as I had always left it to Jenn - or should I now refer to her as Mistress here? - and a not altogether unpleasant one. I did find that the stretching to dust the more remote corners made me very aware of how I was dressed, as I could feel the pull on my suspender straps and the plastic shoulder straps moved around on my bare flesh.

I was also in a heightened state of arousal, being constantly aware of the haunting scent of perfume and cosmetics, aromas I normally associated with Jenn. This was also the first opportunity I had to feel my skin now it was bereft of hair, and it felt most unusual but not unpleasant. Once I had finished dusting, polishing and tidying 'my' room, I remembered to check my makeup, my bows and my seams, then moved on to the next room.

By five, I had finished upstairs, and had gathered a pile of dirty clothes from the linen basket for washing. I took them downstairs, and separated those that could go in the washing machine from the delicates, Jenn's - and my - lingerie. The latter I hand washed in warm water, then took them out to the washing line. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately!!) it was not raining so I had no reason or excuse to wear the pink plastic raincoat, but I felt very exposed dressed as I was within view of the nearby road. I also experienced another sensation - the cold air on my bare thighs, shoulders and chest as I pegged the lingerie.

  

  

  

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