Tammi -The New Maid

by

Karen Summerfield

© March 2000

  

My name is Tammi - no, that is not a shortened version of some longer name. I'm Tammi Marie Martin. I doubt that was the name on my original birth certificate, but I've no way to prove it. I also doubt if that paper stated I was female either, but the one that I have today does and has said that forever as far as it matters. I suppose I could prove otherwise with a blood test, but it really doesn't matter, if you were to see me you'd think that was the phony paper.

My mother died giving birth to me and while I was still crawling on all fours, Dad remarried. When I was still just a toddler, Dad had died in an accident - I never really got to know him.

My stepmother had two daughters of her own and my formative years were under the control of all three females. Angie is ten years older than I am and Barbara, 'Babs', is six. I've never been told why they did this too me, but it cannot be undone.

After Dad was killed, Nancy, my stepmother, decided that she was going to raise three girls, not two girls and a boy. She arranged for a corrupt surgeon to turn my anatomy outside-in and give me the appearance of a girl. Hormones and other medications continued the transformation. I don't know at what age they started to administer those, but I think I was only a few years old when the surgeon did his dastardly deed. I remember only a very little of the event - mostly the soreness there that seemed to last for a long time.

Mumsie, as I was taught to call her, was not content to allow me to grow up as the other girls did either. I was in just the third grade at the private academy where I had started school when I was first laced into a corset. I've worn one day and night, ever since. Today I have just a thirteen-inch waist and I cannot stand straight without being properly laced into a heavily boned foundation - my spine and all the muscles supporting it were never allowed to develop to permit that.

Shortly before I turned seventeen, I graduated school. Mumsie and my sisters had assured that I had devoted all of my time to my studies. I thought that my life would then change for the better. It changed, that's for sure, but I doubt few, if any, could describe things as being better for me.

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It was the morning of my birthday when Mumsie told me that I would not have breakfast that day as it would interfere with the anesthetic and delay my surgery.

"Please, Mumsie, I'm very hungry?" I begged. Food at that time was more on my mind than what she had actually said.

"Tammi, be a good little girl and go take your bath and dress in what I lay out for you," she said with a smile. Seventeen years of constant discipline at school and at home had taught me that obedience was far more preferable than the punishment I'd earn if I continued to resist.

"Yes, Mumsie. May I please be told why I must have an operation?" I asked. "I'm not ill."

"No, you are not ill, Tammi. I want you to be even prettier than you already are now. Run upstairs and do as I've asked you." I curtseyed to her and left the kitchen.

After I had started the water, I slipped out of my robe and undid the laces to remove my night corset. Only when sitting on the edge tub, did I dare to slip off my mules. I've worn high heels for so long that it hurts my legs and feet to walk barefoot; even for a short distance.

Mumsie and Babs were in my bedroom when I emerged from the bathroom.

"Good morning, Tammi," Babs greeted cheerily. Mumsie went to the closet and my sister opened my corset drawer to select a fresh one. "I'll lace you this morning."

"Thank you," I said. Even though I can do it myself, it was always easier when someone else helped. I moved to stand facing the wall and gripped the barre that was installed there while Babs wrapped the white satin around my torso and hooked its busk.

"Fix your breasts," no one else was permitted to touch these - it was a normal instruction. I lifted the soft mounds to settle them comfortably in the tiny cups designed to lift them higher and support them. At the time, my breasts were of a size that any girl would be proud to have - about C's. As my sister started to tighten, I worked what flesh I could from under the constricting fabric. Babs measured my waist as she continued to work and tied off when she'd achieved just under sixteen inches; which was my normal waist at that time.

"Thank you. I appreciate your help, Babs," I said sincerely, as I tiptoed to my stool.

"You are welcome." Mumsie had already set out my stockings and panties for the day. I started to dry my long hair and Babs knelt to rose the sheer nylons then work them up my legs.

Three hours later, wearing a loose cap and cotton gown over my corset, I allowed the nurse to help me lay down on a gurney.

"I'm going to strap you down so you don't fall off, Hun'. OK?" she smiled. "Just relax." I was covered with a sheet and web straps were cinched over my chest, hips and shins.

Of course, I remember nothing after they had lifted me onto the table in the operating room and placed a mask over my face. I awoke to find that I was again strapped down only it was much more stringently. Thick leather cuffs circled my wrists and ankles stretched me on the bed. The straps connected to the cuffs were not so tight as to hurt or prevent all movement, but I could not bring my hands anywhere near my body nor could I roll over on the bed. I did hurt though. My breasts seemed on fire and I wanted desperately to rub away the itching that I felt in them.

Looking down, I could not tell exactly what had been done to me in the operating room, but suspected that it was something to do with my breasts, I saw nothing different; they looked about the same beneath the tautly stretched sheet and blanket. I was also terribly thirsty.

In response to the call button that I'd found pinned within reach, a nurse appeared several minutes later.

"Hi, Tammi. How are you feeling?" she asked with a smile.

"Very thirsty and my breasts hurt. They itch," I told her. She filled a plastic bottle from a pitcher and moved it to my lips.

"I'll check with your doctor in the morning to see if we can give you something for them. Right now you'll just have to tolerate it, Tammi." I was not happy when I heard her say that, but, at least, the water helped my thirstiness.

"Why am I strapped to the bed like this?"

"So you don't open your stitches," she said matter of factly. "You'll stay that way for a few days too, so get used to it, Hun'." She tucked in the covers and fluffed my pillow some.

"I doubt you are ever going to get used to your new boobs though, not as big as they are going to be."

"Big? Why? They're big enough!" I said in protest.

"Well, someone else didn't think so."

It was the next day when Mumsie and both of my sisters came to visit me late in the afternoon. Thankfully the itching had subsided some and the spray they'd applied every few hours afterwards had stopped it all together. I had to ask why my breasts had been enhanced.

"Because I wanted them you be, Tammi." I was surprised that it was Angie who answered.

"As soon as you heal, I'll be taking you home with me ... you little brat." Of the three, I got along with her the least. Growing up it had always been my oldest sister that tattled when I did anything I wasn't supposed to and Angie had been the one who usually punished me. Angie and I did not get along.

"You should see your face, Sis." Babs laughed.

"I don't think the little girl likes the idea very much, Ange'," she joked.

"That's fine by me. I wouldn't expect her to. Tammi just has to obey and if she doesn't..." Angie didn't finish her sentence, but just grinned wickedly at me. It was a look I was all too familiar with.

"You know that Max is really looking forward to getting her hands on you." Max is Maxine, my sister's live-in girlfriend. While Angie and I did not get along, I hated Maxine. "She sends her love."

"I'll bet. You know that she doesn't like me, Angie." As I said that, Mumsie and Barbara laughed.

"That is what's going to make it so much fun for us," Angie chuckled.

"I hear that Maxine has loads of plans for her new maid," Mumsie interjected. "Big breasts are just for starters, Tammi."

"Her new maid! You can't be serious!" I struggled to sit up, but the leather straps prevented that. Angie reached for the call button as I continued to fight against the restraints.

"The maid seems a bit agitated," Angie began when the nurse appeared. "I'd like all of her straps pulled tight so she doesn't injure herself?" Without discussion, the nurse did exactly that and added a wide belt to strap about my waist too.

"Please do not loosen those. I'll be quite upset if I learn that you have. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the nurse replied to my sister's order.

They kept me there for three more days, continually stretched on the bed. Other than being barely able to move, the worst part was using a bedpan to empty my bowels. A catheter into my bladder took care of things there.

Maxine and Angie came a couple of hours after my doctor had removed some of the stitches and told me that I was being released. By then the itching had disappeared, but not the deeper soreness from what had been done.

"You look so helpless, Tammi. I'm going to keep you that way often." Maxine had a unique way of telling me things. "Now, are you going to behave for me or do you need a demonstration of what else, besides giving you those big tits, was done to you?" Maxine held a device that looked like a TV remote in her hand.

"I think you should demonstrate, Luv'," Angie urged. Maxine's finger pushed a button on the device she held. I screamed. I know I was screaming before I passed out.

Sweat covered my body when I came to. Incredible pain that had originating in my pussy had jolted me when the thing was triggered.

"Wh ... what did you do ... to me?" I gasped, as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Right behind your love bud is a receiver connected to the main nerve there. You really do not need to know all the details, pet, just the results." Maxine returned the transmitter to her purse. "Suffice it to say that it is also capable of receiving a telephone signal; just like a pager can. You will never be out of my control."

Angie summoned a nurse to remove the tube and release me from the bed. With my legs still secure, my sister helped me to sit upright. This was my first real chance to judge how much had been added to my bust. I gasped with disbelief.

"They're huge!" I made a gross understatement. Though they weren't then, my breasts appeared to be the size of volleyballs. Before I realized what they were doing, I felt my arms entering heavy, canvas sleeves. I was in no position to actually resist being put into the straitjacket as my sister was closing the many straps up my back.

"I don't want to hurt you. I really don't right now." Maxine spoke softly as she folded my arms under my new breasts and threaded the long sleeves through leather loops on each side. Angie crossed the sleeve straps in back and passed them to her lover.

"How uncomfortable I make you in this is entirely up to you, Tammi." Maxine said, as she passed the strap on the end of one sleeve through the buckle on the end of the other. She pulled them tight and neatly folded the end through the keeper. The side straps were then tightened over my arms, pressing them flat against the sides of my corset.

Before I was helped from the bed, they put my feet into lace--up boots with extreme heels and joined the leather cuffs with a leather strap - adjusted to permit only very short steps. Once I'd stood, the crotch strap on the straitjacket was pulled up tight.

"We brought a cape for you. That will be all, unless you make it necessary to add a gag and a discipline helmet, pet." When Maxine said that, I didn't have any clue as to what a discipline helmet was, but it did not sound like something I wanted to find out about.

"I'll behave, Maxine." I said.

"Good. Starting now, it is 'Mistress' for you." Her look told me that an answer was expected. Covered with a long cape of heavy black rubber, I walked between them out of the clinic and to Maxine's car where I was placed in the back seat.

"We'll go home now. You need to stop for anything, Angie?" Maxine asked as she tended the door for my sister.

Because Maxine and I had never gotten along, in any way, I had visited their house only a few times before and had never been given a grand tour. I was taken into the house from the garage. Before anything else, Maxine showed me a control panel in the kitchen. I watched her press a single button and a light there changed from green to red.

"Around all of the doors and windows there are sensors to detect you. Unless you liked what you felt back in the clinic, I strongly suggest that you not attempt to leave the house without permission when the system is armed, Tammi." Maxine stated.

"You are going to keep me a prisoner here?" I asked the obvious. "That's illegal. You can't do that!"

"I can," she said flatly. "As to the legality of it, it has been legal to own slaves for the past six years." I did not like what I was hearing. "Since you are over sixteen, not of legal age yet and both of your natural parents are dead, I bought you in a perfectly legal transaction. I can do with you anything that I please." Maxine was almost licking her lips as she continued, "I've owned you for the past year - it's just that no one thought it important enough to tell you that before.

"Do you understand your status now, Tammi?"

"Ulp, yes, Mistress." I was well aware of the law she was referring to. It was just that I had never thought that I would ever find it being applied to me. Maxine escorted me to a door between the kitchen and the garage.

"This is your room. Come in," she invited, as she pulled open the door. I was led through an open barred door at the end of the short corridor into a room perhaps twelve feet square. After seeing the bars, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was not the Spartan cell I then expected, but a nicely appointed bedroom. Maxine closed the barred door, which locked as it did then turned to face me.

"So long as your behavior is satisfactory, this will be your room. I tried to fix it nice for you."

"Thank you, Mistress." I dipped a small curtsey. Maxine removed the rubber cape and soon had the straitjacket off of me too.

"Before we left this morning, I set out what I want you to wear. You'll need to tighten your corsets at least another inch for your clothes to fit from now on, Tammi." Maxine seemed to delight in telling me that. "First take a bath - you stink, then get yourself pretty for me. I'll come for you..." I saw her look at the wall clock, "at two o'clock. We'll go over my desires at that time." She turned to leave.

"You'll find that most of your clothes and other things are here now." It was a nice smile that she expressed. Having less than two hours to prepare, I did as I'd been told to and did not look through the closet or the dresser that had come from my bedroom at Mumsie's house. Most of the furnishings in my new room were those I'd lived with for several years.

It did feel good to bathe, but I could hardly get accustomed to the much larger breasts that I'd been given. Without the tiny supporting cups, their weight hurt my chest and the healing incisions until I had hooked on the black corset, which had been on my bed. As I'd never laced myself as tightly as I had been told to nor had a pipe-stem corset before, it was only after a lot of struggling that I finally managed to achieve the goal that had been established - fifteen inches. My waist hurt more than I remembered it had ever done before.

Angie was with Maxine when she came in my room. I felt self-conscious about being inspected in the uniform I had been given. - a black maid's uniform with white trim and accessories.

"Hold up your petticoats, Tammi." Maxine lifted a contraption of polished steel that she had brought with her upon her return. "Do you know what this is?" I didn't and told Maxine so. "It is a chastity belt and the only panties you'll ever be permitted to wear from now on.

"Lift your right foot." Maxine crouched for hold it so I could step between the bands. She drew it up to my hips.

"My maid does not have sex, especially the gratification you might provide to yourself when alone," she announced while carefully fitting my labia into the separated slots in my crotch.

"Angie, see if you can pull this up higher, please?" I felt her fingers spread my rear cheeks so the rubber edged steel could nestle snugly to my tailbone in the crevice between them.

"Other than tight, are there any problems - any place you're pinched, Tammi?"

"No, Mistress." The reality of no longer being able to create the pleasure I'd frequently experienced was causing me to feel very sorry for myself.

"Mistress, why must I have this thing placed on me?" I asked.

"I told you. I do not wish for you to achieve any satisfaction here." Maxine had closed the rear lock and was fitting the mechanism to keep the perforated secondary shield over my protruding lips. That lock snapped closed with an ominous clack.

"There. You may lower your petticoats." Maxine motioned Angie to precede us to the door. "Come along, pet?"

I had to adapt to new motions to walk after her in the extremely, high heeled shoes I wore. The rigid band there, forced my thighs apart and I could feel my naked cheeks jiggle almost as much as my uncovered breasts were doing.

"Sit." Maxine pointed to the stool before her vanity after we had entered their bedroom. She used her expertise as a top model to quickly do my makeup into a much more elaborate look.

"I think that the green and gold shadows compliment your eyes and go well with your auburn hair, Tammi," Maxine commented as she applied black eyeliner. "I want you to duplicate this look every day until I tire of it." After she coated my lips with a deep purple, outlined in black and gradually blending to pure white between my lips, my mistress applied a finishing spray to seal everything and give my face a very high shine.

"Put these on while I fix your hair." she handed me a pair of white satin gloves. These reached to my shoulders after I'd smoothed them up my arms. It required her more time to work my hair into long sausage curls that were pinned high up on my head so they hung down below my neck in back. A white lace, ruffled band completed my uniform once Maxine had pinned it on my head.

As Maxine led me on a tour of the house, she explained the duties that I'd be required to perform. These were as expected, cleaning, cooking, laundry, serving the meals and refreshments, as well as, attending to both her and my sister personally.

"You will find that we entertain frequently, Tammi. In addition to serving our guests, you will provide them with entertainment. Many of our friends enjoy having a submissive girl at their disposal and you will be just one of them." We had entered the basement of the house as Maxine told me this. When she turned on more lights I was startled to find myself in what I'd learn was a modern torture chamber. I tried to back; horrified at the thought that I'd be their victim.

 

The End

  

  

  

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