Sally's Journey into Servitude

I heard my mistresses heels clicking on the parquet floor of the hall as she approached the lounge where I was on my knees, busily cleaning the marks, on the carpet, from the previous night’s party.

I was wearing my standard clothing for daytime, designed to humiliate and degrade me. It was an extremely short french maid’s dress with a white apron and cap with frills around the high neck and sleeve cuffs. Underneath, I was tightly corseted. My waist pulled in, giving me a very feminine shape. I wore two white net petticoats. This made the skirt of my dress stick out and flounce with every movement and also ensured that every movement exposed the frilly white lacy panties that I was wearing. The six suspenders on the corset held up my lace topped black stockings extremely tightly emphasising the sheerness of them over my legs. The high-heeled court shoes I was wearing complimented my legs. My bra, which matched my panties, gave my developing breasts an uplift.

At first sight I appeared to be an attractive young female servant. I looked like a woman, my mannerisms were those of a woman, but in fact I was a man, or rather, had been a man. My face was heavily made up with my bright red lipstick, matching my long feminine fingernails and also my toenails. On my head was the most beautiful and feminine shoulder length blonde wig.

I curtsied prettily as Mistress Sue entered the room, the low cut maid’s dress displaying my newly swollen breasts.

She walked across to me a smile on her face as she circled me, her hand lifting the back of my dress and caressing my silken clad bottom. I winced as she touched the tender parts of my bottom arising from the previous night’s punishment.

“Very good Sally, your behaviour is becoming better every day” “Thank you Mistress.” I responded. “I have a surprise for you, a good friend of mine, Mistress Brenda, requires a servile sissy to take with her to a party. She has one slave but needs another one. And guess what, she has asked me if I can help and guess what?” she smirked, “I said I would be only to pleased to lend my new little maid to her for a couple of days and nights. Won’t that be nice?”

“Yes Mistress.” I replied, my mind thinking rapidly what might be going to happen to me.

“She is coming to interview you this afternoon and will stay for dinner. So you will have a lot to do. I also want you to look very presentable. Remember any mistakes and you will visit the punishment room again. I’m sure you won’t that again, so soon after last nights visit do you?”

“No mistress.” I stammered my mind going to last night’s events in the basement dungeon. It was an experience I had no desire to repeat but knew that it would certainly be repeated many times. I thought again of the events of the last few weeks, which had broken me and led to my current feminized state. I was the property of a sadistic woman who enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation whether on the arrogant male I had been when first imprisoned by her or the servile slave I now was.......

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