glanced
at my crotch. She must have noticed my obvious erection. She smiled again
and as the doors shut I thought I saw her wink at me. I returned to my
room disappointed with my fumbled attempt at meeting her.
After her things were done I was folding then at the table in the laundry room as was startled by the sound of loud trumpet like noise. It was a rather obese lady, who smelled like cooked pasta blowing her noise. She seemed quite happy in her innocent accomplishment of making that tremendous noise. I admit that on a couple of occasions I had tried unsuccessfully to duplicate her feat while alone in my apartment. She was a rather friendly person always wanting to talk. When she saw me she smiled happily and put her handkerchief away. After some small talk she said "I did not know you had a girlfriend." I replied that I did not and realized my mistake when I saw she was watching me fold the clothes from the lady from room 407. She seemed as embarrassed as I but continued the conversation. I quickly bundled up the remaining stuff and tried to make my escape.
As I left, she invited me over for dinner, she would cook spaghetti and I could bring a bottle or two of wine. I said I was busy, she was quick to reply "another time?". "Perhaps", I said leaving quickly with a red face.
After knocking, I was let in and told to put the stuff in the living room. Her apartment was warm and I noticed she had changed into her black mini and sheer stockings. She told me to strip down leaving me in her panties. She handed me a pink silk bra with underwire support and told me to put it on. Hesitating only long enough to remember how she caught me I took the bra and struggled to put it on. "You'll get better with practice", she assured me as I finally finished. It was a bit tight and I did not fill it out. I stood before her on the tile floor, more embarrassed than ever. "Kneel!" she commanded. I obeyed. She was sitting on a stool and was watching me intently. "I enjoy seeing you squirm you little bitch!", she said in a low voice without breaking her gaze on me, "I like the rush I get exerting my control over men". "Play with your tits, you slut". I cupped my "tits" in my hands and began tracing tiny circles around my nipples.
The silky material acted as a lubricant enhancing the sensual feeling I experienced. "You like it! tell me you like it!". I mumbled that it feels good. My cock was swollen and pushing desperately against the material of her red panty. She got up and walked towards me. Standing slightly to my side she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. With her other hand she cupped me under my chin and pressed her thumb against my lips forcing my mouth open. She demanded that I keep fondling my "tits". I obeyed, not entirely unwillingly. She was driving me wild. Her fingers would probe my mouth tickling the roof of my mouth, caressing my tongue and gums while she told me to continue playing with myself with soft whispers of encouragement. I was in ecstasy, eyes closed sucking and licking her probing fingers. At times she made me gag when her finger went too far in the back of my throat, but she continued expertly getting me use to having her fingers buried deep in my throat.
"Touch your pussy, you horny slut." I freed my prick and stroked it in delight. I was on the brink of orgasm for what must have been 5-10 minutes. As I heard her tell me to stop I felt a convulsion and ejaculated. leaving a trail of sticky jism leading from my pulsating prick to the base of the stool she had been sitting on. "Naughty girl", she said and sat on the chair. Crossing her legs and swinging her top foot she stared at me. "I'm not happy that you disobeyed me!" she scolded, "I demand full obedience!". She then instructed me to crawl to her until my face was level with her swinging foot and told me to remove her shoe. When I did a pungent mix of leather, sweat and perfume was released. She teased me for several minutes rubbing her foot in my face and marking me with her scent. She then dipped her big toe in the pool of cum making circles in it until most of it was gathered on her toes. "Lick my foot, slave".
Reluctantly I obeyed pushing my tongue against the jelly-like jism until I could feel the firmness of her toe. "Lap it up my little kitten". I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying my predicament. I licked up a thick wad and saw a sticky string connecting my tongue to her toe as I pulled my tongue back in. "Nice kitten, yummy isn't it". I tried to hide my revoltion so that she would not make me continue. "Lap it all up". I continued and when the thick cum was more or less gone she made me suck her toes so I wouldn't miss a drop. Surprisingly I found myself getting aroused again, and was actually enjoying myself after overcoming my initial inhibitions.
She told me I performed adequately and that I was to return Thursday night in order to clean her apartment. She led me to the door and handing me my keys left me standing in the hall. The spell was broken when I heard the elevator bell. I realized I was standing in the hall wearing panties and a bra and clutching my keys. I rushed to my apartment and fumbling with the keys managed to open the door just as I heard voices in the hall. I was panting, leaning against the door wondering if I had been seen.
I watched the people pass my apartment and it seemed that they had not noticed me. A few moments later, I was still recovering, leaning against the door when I heard the door open next door and the lady I was bound to serve walk past. I thought I saw her smile as she passed my door but could not be certain it was not my imagination.
Thursday arrived. I knocked nervously at her door and waited. During the few days since I saw her last I could not get her out of my mind. I was thrilled at the new new sensations I was feeling. I wore her panties each day relishing the sensuous feeling of the soft tight panty hugging and caressing me. When I walked my pants slid across the slippery material giving me the sensation of someone caressing me. I was surprised and amazed at how excited it made me and I was looking forward to our meeting. The door opened. I was led into her living room and made to stand in front of her as she sat on the plush couch. She wore a short skirt with expensive stockings. As she crossed her legs and bounced her leg seductively I could see a flash of white and realized she was wearing a garter belt and thigh high stockings. "I thought you would not show up" she said smiling a tiny smile. Her smile faded and she commanded me to strip. Obeying I stood before her wearing nothing but her panty. My cock was straining in vain to be set free from
its silken prison.
"I am giving you the opportunity to serve me", she began, "If you agree to my conditions you will completely surrender to me. The symbol of your submission is this collar. If you decide to put it on you are mine while you wear it. You will obey me completely and without hesitation. Disobedience will not be tolerated and severely punished. Your duties include cleaning and washing my clothes as well as running errands for me. You duties may be expanded depending upon your progress. Since you seem to enjoy playing the part of a woman", she said looking at the tiny wet spot darkening the material at the tip of my cock, "you will be dressed as my maidservant and I expect you to behave appropriately. Through your training I expect you to acquire a more feminine attitude." Handing me the collar she asked, "Do you accept?"
With a trembling hand I took the collar and fastened it around my neck and awaited my fate with head bowed. She got up and as she moved the air stirred her intoxicating musky smell heightening my excitement. She walk around behind me and secured the collar with a tiny lock, just in case I had second thoughts, she informed me. I was committed.
She said, "In the bed room you will find your costume, when you are finished dressing present yourself for inspection. Change your soiled panty and make sure you hide that disgusting bulge". Trying to conceal my eagerness I went into her bedroom and found my outfit waiting for me on her bed. I was delighted with what I saw. A pair of shear silken stockings lay on top. These had a reinforced toe and heal with a seam up the back. I had always had a fascination for stockings and liked they way they looked hugging the legs, I never expected I would ever wear a pair. I took them in my hand and marveled at how soft and silky they felt, like a feather.
I saw a lacy black garter belt with six straps for the stockings. Under the stockings I found a pair of crimson panties which looked a bit small. Next was a black spandex mini skirt which also looked rather small. Deep down I felt a tinge of disappointment at the prospect that my costume might not fit. I also found a light pink silk underwire bra similar to the one I was made to wear before except that the cups were smaller. Smiling to myself I thought that this was going to be fun. Completing the outfit was a black sweater. I removed my old panties amused at the string of jism which oozed from my excited member. I began with the garter belt, adjusting the elastic waist to fit properly. The stockings followed. As I pulled then on I my excitement increased. The black stockings caressed my legs and I pulled then up and I secured the lacy top with the garters.
Next the panties. The material stretched enough so that they hugged me firmly and fit very comfortably. Remembering that my mistress instructed me to get rid of my manly bulge I tucked it between my legs and as I did I found my right ball settled up in my abdomen. Experimenting I found I could also push the other one up which further reduced the bulge. The panty was snug enough to hold everything in place. I examined my profile in the mirror and was satisfied with the result.
To my delight the panty caught the light and would shimmer as I moved. I put on the bra next. It felt a bit tight and actually did push up my tiny breasts making them more pronounced. I caught myself wishing that I had larger breasts and wondered if this was going to far. Too late, I though, I was committed! For a few minutes I teased myself by making tiny circles around my nipples and found them responding by standing up at attention. I was brought back to reality when I heard a impatient voice call out not to keep my mistress waiting. I then pulled up my mini skirt which stretched to fit me snuggle outlining my small hips. I put on the sweater and a pair of heels I found at the base of the bed. With the high heels on my calves looked more defined. I stopped for a moment to examine myself in the mirror, pleased with what I saw. Before making my debut I noticed a tube of lipstick on the dresser in front of the mirror. Wanting to look my best I applied the lipstick, not a professional job, but adequate. Straightening my seams and pulling down my skirt I was ready.
I entered the dimly lit room. It felt warm and I was sweating. I walk awkwardly to the center of the room standing before my mistress. Looking at my crimson lips she said, "I'm glad you are so attentive to the fine details. Not a very good job, but I'm sure practice will make perfect." She got up and walked around me. I saw that she carried a riding crop, an instrument I would soon become familiar with. She examined my seams with satisfaction then abruptly pulled up my skirt. "From now on I insist that you will only wear ladies panties. Also so that you don't soil them you will wear a panty shield every day, understood?" She punctuated her sentence with a firm swat of the crop across my ass. Involuntarily I stepped forward. "Don't move again!" she instructed and continued her inspection. "Mmmmm. I like how you arranged yourself in front. The hair will simply have to go". I was stunned, what have I gotten myself into. At the same time I was incredibly excited and knew I would do whatever she required of me.
She bound my wrists behind my back with plastic quick ties. Next she secured a rope through a D ring in my collar and pulled up my bound hands leaving me exposed and totally helpless. I stood there with growing fear and excitement. I could not move my hands at all. She then attached a long lease to the front of my collar and sat on the sofa. The music was load and sensual. She then instructed me to walk back and forth in front of her, insisting I swing my hips. I could do nothing but obey.
She made me do this for what seemed a long time. If I was sloppy she would swat me on my thighs with her riding crop or give a yank to my lease. My feet were sore, this was the first time in high heels and I was not use to it. The muscles in my calves were being worked hard. When the CD finished she said she was not happy with the unnatural way I carried myself nor with the shoddy job I did dusting her place. She made me face away from her and pulled up my skirt revealing my panty clad ass. I could feel her cup my checks and rub them gently giving them a firm squeeze. I responded with a tiny moan. She then pulled down my panty and made me bend forward. It was difficult to hold my balance but I managed. She then made me spread my legs by tapping on my inner thighs with her cursed riding crop. She then spread my cheeks exposing my virgin hole. Instinctly I contracted as I felt a cool sensation around my ass hole.
Slowly, teasingly she made me relax by gently yet firmly massaging my hole. I could not see what she was doing but it felt like she was using something on me. I could feel some sort of lubricant. She knew what she was doing since in no time at all she had me squirming and purring like a kitten in heat. I found myself pushing back against the object as she pushed it in. To my disappointment she was not going to let me have it all just yet.
After a few minutes when she was pleased with my response she thrust the object firmly inside of me. This time I let out a load moan, my cock erect and pushing against it's silky trap. I was breathing deeply now, fully enjoying the new sensation. She told me to hold it in and as I straightened up I could feel the gently caressing of soft feathers on the back of my legs. I realized she had used the feather duster on me. I must have looked quite amusing standing there with such a colorful tail, like some exotic bird. She changed the CD and went back to her seat on the couch. I had difficulty holding the duster in and was afraid it would squirm out. She then told me that I had to dust the coffee table for her to the rhythm of the music. I was completely embarrassed but unable to do anything with my hands bound. I backed up a few steps until I was closer to the coffee table and squatted down a bit so the duster would touch the table. The duster had a large ball at the end which help keep the devilish instrument in place. I wiggled my ass back and forth trying my best to dust the table. I heard a sharp crack before I felt a stinging pain.
I was within striking distance of that blasted riding crop. I was beginning to respect her instrument of dissapline and the punishment it could inflict. I continued to dust the table trying to do it in tune with the music. I am sure she was much amused seeing me suffer like that, who wouldn't be? occasionally I would get swats of encouragement if I slowed down or seemed to lose enthusiasm. As I moved I could feel the handle of the duster pushing against the base of my cock, probing deep inside me and found that I could stimulate myself if I moved just right.
The torture continued for several songs and it seemed I was entranced by the combination of the music and the self probing I was receiving. Suddenly I felt a particularly stinging blow to my ass which snapped my out of my dream state. "Enough fun" she said and instructed me to get on my knees, "Now for your punishment!". With some difficulty I kneeled down and lowered my head to the floor.
The duster was still stuck in me and my ass was high in th air. I never felt more exposed or humiliated. She stood before me, with the toe of her foot against my face. She removed her panty which fell around her gorgeous ankle. I felt the material against my cheek, soft and still warm. She stepped out of the panty and with the tip of the crop caressing my ass she instructed me to take it in my mouth.
This was to be my gag for what was to follow. I did so, rather clumsily and when I finished she secured it in place with a piece of rope. I was trembling when she said "I don't want you to disturb the neighbors". I could only mumble a muffled protest as she took her place behind me. She began by touching my cock with the riding crop, teasing me until I was fully erect. Without mercy she began to strike my ass. It stung! She applied her punishment to both cheeks. At the end of it I was sobbing. She again worked on my cock with her crop until I was showing signs of excitement. She removed my gag and helped me kneel in an upright position. "You understand you deserved your punishment don't you?" I was surprised at my own reply "Yes, thank you". "Now if you do better we won't have to have so many punishment sessions", she held my head against her and caressed me.
The music was still playing and she surprised me when she freed my hands and after returning to her seat said "As a reward for holding up so well to your first punishment, I will allow you to dance for me." I did not know what she wanted but I knew better than to hesitate. I removed the feather duster and after pulling up my panties straighten out my short skirt. I then began moving around in front of her mimicking the dancers I had seen back in my university days. I found myself becoming aroused and would watch my tormentress to try to find out what she liked. I played with my nipples through the thin sweater and found that they responded to me touch. I pinched then until they stood up to attention. I then turned around to show her my ass as I pulled up the skirt.
I would sooth my burning ass with caresses though the silky panty. I even went as far as to give myself a spanking which seemed to amuse the audience. I closed my eyes and began to work on my pussy - or cock, I don't know which I was so confused. I rubbed my self becoming more daring as I tried to get a response from her. She sensed I was close to orgasm and much to my disappointment made me stop. "Ok - time for you to leave" she said UN expectantly. She instructed me to gather my stuff and said I passed the second test and I was expected to appear next Thursday to clean up. She told me that I had to give back her panties and bra and that I was expected to purchase my own as soon as possible. She also instructed me to start wearing them on a daily basis.
Saturday morning I was doing some chores around the apartment when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find my mistress standing there. Brushing past me she announced that this was a surprise inspection. She stood in my living room watching me still standing at the open door. "Come here and strip for inspection!". I stood before her and pulled my track pants down to my knees. She noticed with disappointment that I was wearing my old underwear and told me I disobeyed. "You know what happens when you disobey, don't you?" I weakly mumbled yes. She sat on the couch and said "Get me something to punish you with". With my pants still pulled half down I went into the kitchen to fetch a wooden spoon. My mistress instructed me to position myself over her knees. Humiliated, I felt like a misbehaved child. "Tell me why you are being punished" she instructed as I felt the wooden spoon caressing my bare ass. Hesitating since I could not think of a reason I felt a sharp swap across my ass. "Why?!" she asked again in a more firm voice. I suddenly remembered, "because I'm not wearing panties like you told me". Another swat, "that's correct my pet. Now beg for your punishment".
Another stinging blow. "Uggg, please, stop". "No dear, ask for it" again another swat this one a little harder. "Mmmmph, please spank me for disobey." She granted my wish with another swat and said "Beg for forgiveness you little worm!". "Please", I begged, "forgive me, please!" She continued administering her punishment making me ask for more swats and begging her to forgive me." After some time she stopped. "Now I want you to your room and bring me your old underwear". She gathered them up saying, "I want you to go shopping today to replace these with something more appropriate". She abruptly left after telling me to present myself at her place tonight at 7pm for another inspection.
I sat on the couch fully aware of my stinging ass. For a moment I wondered if I should stop this relationship. My erect cock didn't like that prospect and convinced me I should accept my fate and continue. I quickly got ready for my shopping spree. I felt both excited and nervous. It was 4:30 when I returned to my apartment with my new purchases. I had gotten carried away somewhat and bought nail polish and makeup while I was at it hoping to please my mistress with my initiative. My wardrobe now included 4 panties of different styles and colors. I chose the one I thought was the most sexy and put it on. I had remembered what my mistress told me about soiling my panties and had purchased a box of carefree panty shields. Taking one out I taped it to the crotch of my panty. Next I applied the nail polish on my toes and was delighted with the effect. I then tried on the makeup, the eye shadow, eye liner and mascara and finished off with bright red lipstick. I was surprised at the change in my appearance and continued my chores in the apartment.
The time passed agonizingly slowly - I could not wait for for my next inspection.