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I don’t know why, I thought since it was Halloween that it would be the one night I could be assured that I could find myself lost in the shadows. With all those out and about I would not be noticed, that it would be safe to assume I would be a faceless individual in the crowd. Little did I know that was not to be the case.

My fetish is cross-dressing. To be precise, doing so as a French maid. I didn’t have a party to go to or a festive ball to attend but I was determined to still enjoy the evening. I’d spent several hours preparing, from a bubble bath to shaving carefully to dressing, the vision in the mirror now that of a rather sluttish looking maid.

I waited until nightfall, pulling out into the darkness, the cloak of night my safety net. As I passed the small children going about their yearly ritual, the sounds of their laugher echoing forth. I drove further away from my point of origin, the streets turning more gritty, the scenery more bleak. My destination was one of the seedier parts of town, a club which I had heard was hosting a special holiday night and a safe haven. Or so I thought.

Parking, I made my way into the club, pulling my identification and entrance fee from my bra, the man behind the bars ogling much to my pleasure, hoping I looked good enough for such attention. I was rewarded as he looked at the picture on my driver's license and then back at me. I gave him a shy smile and he gave me a wink as I walked in, finding a spot at the bar, sitting down, my already short uniform skirt rising even a bit more.

As time passed my eyes grew accustomed to the minimal lighting, seeing the bevy of costumed individuals, from the mild to the wild and I smiled, sensing I was safe from ridicule, the chance having been worth the wait. I sipped a glass of red wine as I enjoyed the night, the feeling of freedom. The clothing, heels, and makeup all adding to my euphoria. As I took a sip from my drink I noticed a lipstick print on the lip of the wineglass I decided to explore a little more of the club on my way to touch up my makeup.

Walking through the throng, once again I enjoyed a few glimpses and looks that went my way, none in disgust, most in approval and I stepped confidently up to the restrooms before coming to a stop, for a brief second unsure. I stood there frozen like a statue only to feel a hand take mine, my lace covered glove grasped, a soft voice saying, “Come on dear gurl, follow me."

I did so obediently, the submissive part of me quickly rising from within as she opened the door and we were alone as she twirled me, my short skirt and petticoat flowing. I looked at the red headed woman, staring into a pair of beautiful hazel eyes which shone with delight as she smiled and I heard, “From afar I wasn’t sure. Up close there are a few tell tale signs but most would take you for a lovely gurl, I’m impressed.”

I must have turned scarlet as I was treated to her laughter, a musical sound as she said, “You truly are a diamond in the rough, aren’t you princess?” My eyes were cast downward as she continued, “Your lipstick is smeared dear, you should always look your best, we should fix that.”

As she rummaged through her purse, her voice continued to capture me, speaking confidently yet with purpose as I heard, “A fetish maid such as yourself should always be a reflection of her owners, whether her Mistress or her Master. Lips like yours should tell others that you are not only a domestic servant but a sexual submissive as well. Now, purse your lips like a good gurl for me.”

Without pause, without question I obeyed as seconds later she turned me to look in the mirror, my lips now a much darker red, almost blood like in color as I felt yet another flush rush to my face. The red haired vixen stood behind me, her body encased in black leather, her hands on my bare shoulders, my body quivering at the touch as she leaned in close, her breath warm in my ear saying, “Why don’t you join me and Master at our table? He’s very interested in meeting you.”

It wasn’t really a request, more a statement as she extended her hand and took me back out into the club, the eyes now even more turning our way at the two walking hand in hand. As we stopped, a handsome gentleman rose, his brown eyes looking directly into mine which quickly lowered as he took his fingers, gently raising my chin as I heard, “My wife was correct, you are a special gurl. What is your name little one?”

I managed a whisper, my voice softly saying, “Gabrielle…Sir” and I was rewarded with a smile as he looked at his companion.

“Manners, a lost art in many these days, you have chosen well my dear.”

His partner gave him one of her radiant smiles as he held the chair out for her to sit down, leaving me standing before them as the beautiful woman spoke. “Master desires a dance with you dear gurl, will you honor him with such?” Once again, less question than simple fact as he took my hand, walking me onto the floor, a slow number beginning to play as he pulled me close and my body simply melted into his.

We danced as one, my heart hammering in my chest as he led me easily, nimbly with my head tucked into his shoulder. “My dear, it is simple to see you are not only a submissive in manners but also in your actions, a rare trait, one which my partner and I greatly desire. We have long looked for a maid such as you for our home, one which would give us her service, both domestically and in the ways of the body as well. Somehow I sense fate has brought you here tonight to us, wouldn't you agree?”

I could only shiver as I heard the words, barely able to nod my agreement as the dance continued until I felt the presence of another, a tap on his shoulder. With a bow, he turned me back over to the hazel eyed beauty who took the dominant role, leading, her movements confident as her voice whispered in my ear, “I am Mistress Janette, he is Master Anton and you, if you desire dear gurl, will be our charge. Our Gabrielle, our maid, body and soul.”

I heard the soft whimper which escaped my lips, felt my legs buckle but she held me tightly, her hands roaming freely, taking liberties as she felt my arousal. Once again I heard her laughter, the sound intoxicating as she saw my head drop, my submission deepening with every passing second.

When we returned to the table, I once again stood as her husband pulled the chair out for the lady. His voice was not unkind as he said, “I propose a simple test my dear, to assure us that you are truly desiring this life and to be in our service. I will ask only once, you will answer either Yes Sir or No Sir. If the answer is yes, you will do as I or Mistress command you to do. If the answer is no, you will leave us and we will consider this matter finished.”

With that he leaned over, his voice whispering in the woman Janette’s ears, her eyes began to sparkle and with a mischievous look, she began to look around the room until her gaze fell upon a single man, seated across the floor. With that she looked at me, giving me my instructions and as I listened, I felt myself begin to shake but by the time she was finished I said the only thing I could, my voice soft in reply. “Yes Sir”, as I turned and walked over to where the gentleman in question sat.

I stood before him, my eyes lowered, having had a quick glance to see only his dark hair and his piercing blue eyes and I waited patiently until I heard him say, “You have something to say to me gurl?”

Working hard to keep my voice steady I said, “Yes Sir, my prospective owners asked that in order to show them my potential that I come to you and offer my mouth if you will be so inclined as to honor me and them.”

His eyes raised slowly, his voice calmly saying “You are under the consideration of Master Anton and Mistress Janette?”

“Yes Sir”, as he smiled over at the couple who raised their glasses to him before looking at me.

"Begin.”

I quickly knelt, slipping under the tablecloth, thinking how only a few short hours ago I would have never envisioned this, my hand trembling, working to free him as his blood engorged manhood, even without arousal was impressive to say the least. A drop of his pre-cum glistened in the dim light and I allowed my tongue to flick across it, bringing a shiver from his body, encouraging me.

What I lacked in experience, I made up for in eagerness as soon I was working feverishly, gagging a bit as he grew harder and harder in my mouth, his hands finding my hair, working my mouth as I allowed my hands to move behind my back in surrender. It was like having a decadent dream come to life, almost surreal in nature. With little warning, his body shuddering, my mouth quickly filled as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum filled me to overflowing, a bit escaping, dripping down my chin and onto my uniform.

I cleaned him gently, putting everything back in its proper place before feeling the tablecloth rise and hearing, “You will come out from under there and you will crawl behind me.” I did so, knowing my face and dress left a reminder of what I had just done as I followed like an obedient puppy. He walked over to the table where the two dominants sat before stopping looking at me and saying simply, “Kneel.”

I obeyed as I heard him say, “I thank you both for your most generous gift. She pleased me greatly and she showed honor upon your house by her manners and in her use. She is raw but has a natural talent.” Both of them nodded before he turned to me saying, “Gurl, if you are chosen to serve, know that both Master Anton and Mistress Janette are well respected among those who live this lifestyle and to be offered an opportunity such as you have been given is rare indeed.”

I managed to keep my voice level as I replied, “Yes Sir and I thank you for allowing me to be of service to you.” He nodded, bowing to Mistress, shaking Master’s hand before returning to his seat.

With that Master Anton stood and seconds later Mistress Janette did the same, her hand reaching down for mine. As I rose, this time she lead me toward the door. The night air embraced us, a long black limousine awaited, her husband already inside. A driver held the door open as Mistress ushered me in, placing me between herself and the handsome brown-eyed gentleman. The vehicle pulled out into the evening, as the two dominants spoke to one another as if I were not there.

I sat, my hands clasped in my laps, my head slightly bowed until I felt my head being gently turned, a mouth claiming mine, a tongue demanding entrance as the scent of the man filled my senses. At the same time I felt a hand with long fingers, with perfectly manicured nails reach up under my petticoat as I moaned into his mouth with the feel of her hands on me. Her touch was skillful, constantly taking me to the edge but never over as he kissed me deeply, his mouth finally leaving me gasping for air. he bit gently at my neck, nipping at the tender flesh until I was literally shivering with the feelings which were coursing through my body. By the time the drive ended I was left breathless, my legs unsteady as the driver extended his hand and helped me out.

The home was more a mansion, a forbidding presence as I felt the familiar hand take mine and lead me inside, following behind the Master of the house. We walked down a long corridor, leading to a library, two chairs placed in front of a fireplace, a fire already in place. One of them took the chair to the right, the other to the left, leaving me standing, like a child before parents, awaiting a scolding or whatever might follow and I wasn’t left in suspense for long.

It was the gentleman who spoke first saying, “Your duties here, in addition to your domestic chores are to serve both Mistress Janette and I in any way we might desire you. Your pain, your pleasure will be controlled by us and you will learn that the word no will never be a part of your vocabulary when it comes to replying to either of us. Disobedience or speaking out of turn will be dealt with quickly and punished accordingly, is that clear Gabrielle?"

I nodded my head only to have Mistress stand, a quick open handed slap across my face leaving me reeling as I heard her say calmly, “When a question is asked of you by one of your betters, an answer is called for. Now, answer him you worthless slut.”

 

My voice quivered in reply, “Yes Master Anton, it is very clear.”

I stood shaking as Mistress walked slowly around me as if inspecting an animal one might be considering purchasing. She finally came to a stop, turning to her partner saying, “This one will need proper training, her manners may be acceptable but she is rough around the edges. We will fix that.”

Master simply nodded as he said, “The hour is late, perhaps we should prepare quarters for our new acquisition, don’t you think my dear?”

She smiled coldly, taking my hand as I was pulled out of the library, down the hallway to a door which held a large lock, the key appearing from a necklace around Mistress’s throat. The stairs were precarious at best, a winding staircase which when we came to the end was cold, quite a bit colder than upstairs had been as I shivered, though I’m not sure if it was from the lack of warmth or a bit of fear.

“On the table, on all fours, now”, and I knew better than to disobey, quickly doing as I was told as I heard, “Hands behind you.“ My trembling fingers reached behind me and seconds later I felt a set of leather restraints go in place, the sound of a lock clicking shut as I gasped, bringing the sound of laughter forth, this time more wicked than musical in tone.

My ankles were next, another lock as both my wrists and feet were then pulled up, connected to a o-ring, forcing me into a hog tied position. As I opened my mouth to cry out, it was quickly filled, the ball gag being pushed firmly into place and then cinched around the back of my head. I was none too gently pushed on my side as I felt my ruffled panties being pulled down and I whimpered against the gag as I felt something being pressed up against my rosebud.

It took only a few seconds for the anal plug to be put in place, the rounded base insuring it would not slip nor move as my panties were pulled up and I looked up to see Master advancing, a pair of nipple clamps in his hands. My eyes opened wide as he allowed the clamps to bite down on my tender flesh as I writhed helplessly in pain.

Mistress meanwhile moved to stand next to him, pulling up the front of my skirt and to my despair, my body was betraying me, my arousal evident as she shook her head saying, “This just won’t do.” She went over to a cupboard, reaching in before returning to stand alongside the handsome gentleman, her eyes on mine as she reached out, taking hold of my “clit“, stroking it as the pre-cum flowed freely as she smiled saying, “Does that feel good little one?”

Drool escaped my gag as I nodded my head as she continued, taking me to the edge, to the very brink before taking the base and squeezing as hard as she could. I saw stars as my erection disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and to my horror she pulled out a sharply studded chastity cage which she put in place. Slipping my balls through the restraining ring she then showed me the gold lock which she put in place, making sure I heard the sound of it closing as the cage was completed. As I had been promised, my pleasure was no longer my own, insuring an erection would no longer be possible without extremely painful ramifications.

With that I was unceremoniously pulled from the table, half carried, half drug over to an animal crate, pushed inside and yet another lock to insure there would be no escape was put in place. The last thing I remembered, the last words I heard was her saying “Sweet dreams dear Gabrielle, your new life begins right now.“ Their footsteps echoed on the concrete and then the stairs, as I heard the door close, the room plunging into darkness.

The night felt like forever, my mind awhirl with everything that had happened. Yes, I had indulged my fantasies like many but I had never dared dream they might actually come to life, be a possibility. As I squirmed against my bonds, I felt my mind slipping further and further away, finding that place that I had heard of but never actually found. Sub space where when the mind is lost then all is lost and as the seconds turned into minutes, then the minutes into hours, I sank further and further down.

The next morning, a stranger, a man entered the room, the lock being removed from the cage as I look at him dressed in his own uniform, a butler as he pulled me from the cage, undoing my bonds but not removing my gag yet. His voice was kind saying, “I’m going to remove the nipple clamps Miss, the pain is going to be…severe, that is why I’m leaving the gag on.” With that he did and my screams would have echoed through the chambers as I fell to my knees as the blood rushed back into the sensitive areas.

I trembled, my body shivering as he waited on my muffled screams to become whimpers before the brown-haired, blue eyed stranger reached down, removing the gag, drool escaping my lips as he said, “I am William, like you I serve Master and Mistress as their butler and in any other way that they require of me. I have been instructed to show you your duties and you will show me the same respect that you show your new owners or you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?”

As I knelt, still trying to come to grips with what was happening I nodded only to have him lean down, his eyes looking into mine as I heard him say softly, “When someone asks you a question, you will answer promptly and with respect. Yes Sir. No Sir. Failure to do so will not reflect well on you nor on Master or Mistress. I do not wish to have to punish you this early in your training but I advise you to listen closely to me and do as I ask, so I will give you one final chance. Do I make myself clear?”

My voice was soft but quick, as I replied saying, “Yes Sir.”

I was favored with a smile and an offered hand which helped me rise to my unsteady feet. He took me, leading me back up the stairs and down a hallway to a room, not large but not small either, my eyes growing wide to see not one but two cages as he gently moved me along to the bathroom, saying, “Do you need assistance in bathing? We need to get you cleaned up quickly and into a fresh uniform, we have duties to attend to.”

“No Sir”, as he nodded, closing the door as I turned on the hot water and within seconds began to clean myself, washing my body, shampooing my hair and by the time I stepped from the shower and dried off I saw my clothes were gone.

As the door opened and I grabbed at a towel to cover myself. William’s frown told me that what I had done was not agreeable as he told me, “Your body is no longer yours to own or show. You will often find yourself on display, sometimes clothed, sometime not but it is no longer up to you. The sooner you come to that realization the better it will be for you.” With that he held out his hand and I gave him my towel, my face blushing a scarlet red.

Once again I was given a smile, his voice soft saying, “I was like you when I first was entered into service dear. It is a myriad of emotions which you are experiencing but if you will allow me to guide you, I promise it is one which will bring your wildest dreams and your greatest fantasies to life. Mistress and Master can be kind as well as cruel at times but in all respects, they care about their slaves as you will learn to care about them.”

My voice again saying softly, “Yes Sir.”

He motioned toward the door and as I entered the room there were new clothes laid out as I heard, “We really do have to hurry, time draws short as he held up the corset, slipping it around my body and began to tighten the laces. It was only about 15 minutes later that he declared himself done and I saw in the mirror a visage like none I had ever seen before, my waist cinched tightly, an hourglass figure with a very short uniform, my petticoats and ruffled white panties almost visible, my stockings and a touch of alabaster skin above them showing. My heels locked in place, the key tucked away in his pocket for now.

I followed, trying to not totter, the heels higher than I was accustomed to as we walked into the kitchen. “Master and Mistress take their morning coffee in their bedroom. I normally serve them both but today you will join me. I will serve Madame, you will serve M’lord. Have you any formal training gurl?"

“No sir”, my head quickly lowering as he put his fingers under my chin, lifting it.

“You need not lower your eyes to me dear, to your owners yes. Here is what we will do. We will carry our trays to their room, we will knock, we will await permission to enter and then you will walk to your Master’s side of the bed, kneeling, holding the tray up and you will say with respect, I pray you find this service as pleasing to your eyes as it is to your palate Master Anton. Can you remember that?”

“Yes Sir”, my voice trembling as he nodded, pointing to one of the trays as he picked up the other and we proceeded down the hallway.

He came to a set of double doors, knocking and as we waited, I felt the tray shaking in my hands and he turned, whispering, “Take a deep breath, you’ll be fine.”

His kindness was not only needed but appreciated and I tried to smile as we heard a single command, “Enter.” He opened the door and I tried not to stare at the opulence of the room, the velvet curtains, the many antiques, and as I saw the couple in bed, the man on the left, the woman on the right. William moved assuredly toward his proper place and I tried to imitate his movements, feeling eyes on me as I knelt beside my blue-eyed owner, reciting my litany as I was instructed by the butler and I heard light laughter from the other side of the bed.

“William, I see you have been instructing our new toy as to proper service. Well done.”

His voice was respectful, his head slightly bowed as he replied softly, “Thank you Mistress, I’m happy to have pleased you and as always honored to be in your service.”

Taking a sip of his coffee, I knelt listening as Master said, “William is a valuable member of our household Gabrielle. He is not only an accomplished chef and butler but in addition he serves us in many other ways, as will you. Listen closely to him, heed his words and his suggestions, they will serve you well in serving us.”

“Yes Master, I shall do as you say, he has shown me great kindness and I am thankful.”

Mistress reached her hand down, stroking William’s hair as she spoke. “You’ve made quite an impression on the dear gurl William, what are your thoughts on her?”

He paused for a moment before replying, “She is crude Mistress but I believe under yours and Masters tutelage she could be molded into the individual you desire, of that I have no doubt.”

I heard his gasp, my eyes rising as if of their own volition as I saw the woman Janette with a handful of the man's hair, her voice calmly saying, “You too at one time were…crude…were you not boy?”

I saw it in his eyes, the surrender, the touch that he craved as he answered quickly, “Yes Mistress Janette.”

She smiled, still holding his hair, his face draining of color as she continued, “It has been far too long since you have felt this touch I know. I have an idea. If the gurl pleases us, if you train her well enough for tonight’s festivities, I shall grant you time with Master and I. If not, you will go unused, the worst punishment a submissive can endure. Is that agreeable to you dear boy?”

“If it pleases you it pleases me Mistress, as you wish, so it shall be.”

She smiled, releasing her hold on his hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips as we both heard a single word, “Dismissed.”

I started to rise but was quickly stopped, a hand around my throat as I felt Master’s eyes upon me as he said calmly, “I saw how your eyes rose when Mistress corrected William. That is your first and only transgression that will be allowed, the next will bring swift and I promise painful correction.”

There seemed to be no answer required, the statement obvious as his hand held my throat, tightly enough that I felt the presence but not hard enough to cause harm as he released me and I rose, quickly following William out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly as I could see his eyes struggle to focus.

 

I followed him back to the kitchen, his hands going to the counter, He was visibly shaking as I said softly, “Are you alright Sir?” He waved me away and I walked over, standing quietly until once again I heard him sigh before turning to look at me.

His voice was different, his words almost wistful. “Mistress knows it has been quite some time since I have been granted their attention and that my body yearns for such. Yes, I am their butler and more but like you I also have certain desires. I am a pain slut, I desire the touch of the lash, the caress of the crop, I need them like I need the air to breath and she knows by dangling this opportunity to me like one might a morsel of tasty food to a starving dog, I will do anything in my power to assure your success.”

I could not help myself, hearing in his voice what I had only dared fantasize about as I walked over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek saying, “I will do my best not to fail you nor Master and Mistress. You deserve their touch and my thanks Sir.”

I could see him taken aback as I stood there, biting my bottom lip as I feared I had overstepped my boundaries. Instead he gathered himself saying, “There is no need to call me Sir, I am William and you are Gabrielle and the pleasure is mine Miss,” as he bowed and I blushed anew.

He poured us both cups of coffee before settling down at a small breakfast nook and said, “The festivities that Mistress spoke of is a small gathering of friends this evening. There will be no formal meal served but there will be canapés along with I shall prepare and you \will serve. You will do with your eyes slightly lowered, never making direct eye contact with any of the guests who are all like our owners, dominants in their own rights. You will speak only when spoken to, you will refrain from lengthy statements and you will at all times honor their home by your service.”

“Yes William” as I smiled, feeling a kinship with the kind gentleman who had shown me such care. As we finished our coffee he began to outline our various duties leading up to the night which laid ahead, showing me where various cleaning implements could be found. I began to work at my tasks, my mind a jumble of thoughts, mostly happy to find myself in the position I was in. Wondering what mysteries the night might hold.

By the time early evening had fallen I had finished my work, finding myself back in the kitchen, seeing William working over the finger food that would be served that evening, the look on his face though showing me that something wasn’t quite right. As I began to assist, I had to fight to curb my tongue until we finished and he began to remove the wine that would be served that night, opening the bottles to breath before turning to me to say, “I have been given new instructions from Mistress concerning your service tonight Gabrielle.”

I didn’t know whether to be excited or concerned, the words catching me by surprise as William sighed before continuing. “When I first began my service, I would be put in many, shall we say, humiliating positions to show my acceptance of our owners dominance and it seems Mistress desires the same of you. I can say no more than that only to tell you that I have been instructed how to prepare you. It will bring no harm to you but it will not be easy to accept but life here at times can be…” his words trailing off as he extended a hand, two blue pills in it and a glass of water, simply expecting me to take them without question.

It was a short while later that William took my hand, leading me into a small room off the kitchen, my eyes growing wide at the sight laid out before me. “Gabrielle, you will hold still while I prepare you.” I was no more capable of speech than I was of moving, frozen to the spot as he picked up the posture collar, putting it around my neck, forcing my head to lift, the sound of the lock going through insuring there would be no release until it was to be granted by another.

Taking a long silver chain, he looped it around my waist, similar to what I had seen people in prison wear, with two other lengths of chains attached, restraints at the end of each. He gently took my hands, pulling them behind my back and as I felt the cold steel of the shackles close I couldn’t help but shiver, a soft moan escape my lips. From there he trailed the other length of chain to my ankles, connecting the restraints, a hobble chain which would allow me only to take small, mincing steps.

As I stood there, my mind now reeling I heard him say softly, “Gabrielle, open your mouth.” I obeyed, a penis gag quickly filling it, the leather strap being cinched tightly behind my head until he walked in front of me, freeing my hair from the strap, making sure I was presentable before leaning in close and whispering as I heard, “I’m sorry” and before I could even utter an unintelligible answer, he lifted the front of my short skirt, taking the metal cage, attaching it to the chain around my waist, showing my sex to all.

I moaned helplessly, the blue pills having kicked in, the potent medicine having worked its magic as my “clit” was swollen to bursting, pressing painfully against the restraint but with no release to be found or given. My face flushed a scarlet red as he took a tray which hooked to the chain, above my throbbing member where the food and drinks could be presented and it finally hit me, I would be present in front of others in this most humiliating of positions.

My eyes must have begun to fill with tears as William leaned in, his voice tinged with sadness saying, “If you cry and ruin your makeup, I will suffer alongside you for it Gabrielle, I beg you, please, please pull yourself together.” It took all I had to blink back the tears but I had made a promise and I was determined to follow through with it as I tried to nod my head but with the posture collar even that wasn’t possible so I simply mumbled through the gag, hoping he understood.

He nodded saying, “The guests will be arriving soon and Master and Mistress will be down shortly where we are to present ourselves to them for their approval. With that he took my arm and gently led me from the room, back into the kitchen as I tried to get used to the minimal movement I was to be allowed, the hobble chain assuring that.

We had no more returned to where the food and beverage awaited than the door opened and our owners walked through. Both of them were dressed casually but elegantly, her in a simple but stunning little black dress, he in a silk shirt and slacks.

I could only stand, kneeling was not a possibility as I watched William straighten his back and await his inspection. It seemed like only a cursory glance to me as both the man and woman walked around him, nodding their approval before turning to me. The posture collar made it even more difficult for me to keep my eyes lowered but I tried desperately as I stood in my restraints, my gag, fighting to not make a sound though with every passing second the medicine coursing through my body was causing the cage to become even more and more restrictive.

Master simply smiled as he looked at me but it was the look in Mistress’s eyes that told me to whom I should thank for my current predicament. Her eyes sparkled as she stopped in front of me, reaching down, stroking the cage almost lovingly as I was helpless, I moaned into the gag as she whispered in my ear, “So Gabrielle, you are now truly a submissive sissy maid, is this how you pictured it?”

She knew very well that no answer was possible, simply smiling as her hands continued to roam, toying with my body, arousing me even more until I began to wonder if this might be what madness feels like.

With that the doorbell rang and Master said, “Tonight we will greet our guests at the door. William you will accompany Gabrielle when we ring for you, she will carry the various items, you will serve our guests. Remember your places and the consequences of failure.”

“Yes Master, we both thank you for the opportunity of service.” William’s words echoing in their wake as they left, the sound of laughter soon coming from beyond the door as I stood there, unsure as whether I was even capable of movement.

Once again it was the voice of the brown-haired gentleman saying softly in my ear, “Gabrielle, be proud of who you are, of what you are. Embrace it and I swear, it will embrace you.”

His calming words were what I needed and I took a deep breath as I felt the tray being loaded with the items that would be served, knowing I would have to work hard at keeping my balance. The bell rang only a few seconds later and William opened the door for me and with delicate steps, I walked out into the living area.

I heard the silence for a moment as I entered the room, felt the eyes upon me and I know I blushed, I was helpless to stop it but I pressed on, keeping close to William as he went to the first guests, his service impeccable as he fixed a plate and two wineglasses for them as I stood silently. It was only then that I heard Mistress Janette said with a smile in her voice, “All of you know William, I don’t believe any of you have met our newest potential submissive, this is Gabrielle.”

I couldn’t curtsey, I couldn’t speak, I could only stand there as I heard the murmurs as people drew closer and I felt William’s hand squeeze my arm, insuring I would not run as he turned to serve another individual and I felt Mistress’s presence next to me saying, “We found her at the fetish ball, she shows promise but is rough around the edges, nothing that can’t be fixed with the proper incentive, correct Gabrielle?”

Once again an answer wasn’t required as I heard her say, “Feel free to examine her as you wish, if she displeases you in anyway please let Master Anton or I know and she will be…corrected.”

I heard the word, moaning softly behind the gag as I heard a woman laugh and say, “It sounds like that’s precisely what she wants dear Janette, perhaps you have a perfect partner for dear William here.”

With that I heard more laughter but William maintained his composure, still filling glasses, handing out plates until finally we needed more and he gently led me back into the kitchen, stopping me, his face close, showing concern saying, “Are you alright Gabrielle, are you okay?” I fought hard to blink my assurance as he stroked my face as I heard, “You’re doing beautifully, I’m so proud of you.”

It was only then that I realized Master was at the door, seeing the scene unfold as we heard his voice say calmly, “I was not aware the gurl answered to you, did you somehow take control of the house William, did I miss something?”

His face turned pale, his head quickly lowering, his voice again changing as I heard “No Master Anton, I stand corrected M’lord.”

With that he walked slowly up to where we stood, Williams face still blanched as he heard his Master say, “Pain is what you desire, is it not William?”

The butler began to shake, knowing a nerve had been touched as he replied softly, “If it pleases my owners, yes Master.”

The blue-eyed man nodded saying, “I thought as much. Well then if pain is what you desire, pain is what you shall have,” as I heard William draw in a breath but only then did I feel Masters hand, pulling at the bodice of my dress as he held up the clover clamps. My eyes opened wide as he put one and then the second on and I couldn’t help it, tears swimming in my eyes.

Master watched as I fought to come to grips with the intense feelings, his eyes locked onto mine as I heard him say softly, “For William the lack of pain, seeing another suffering as he so wishes to is more harmful than any needle, flogger, crop or quirt. Having you suffer gurl for him, is a true punishment, isn’t it boy?”

His head simply hung down and this time when he didn’t respond I knew that the words rang true. Master turned on his heels, motioning for us to rejoin them and as we did so, William’s spirit seemed to be broken, his head now hanging lower than I had ever seen before.

As we walked out into the area we had served once again the murmurs begat silence as Master Anton walked over to where Mistress stood, leaning close and whispering in conspiratorial tones before she looked up and said, “William, you will bring me my thinnest cane, now.”

The male slave turned on his heels, walking quickly from the room, moving toward the steps leading down the stairs as Master strode to me, taking me by the arms and pulled me over to the long coffee table. He took off my serving tray and with a forceful hand, pushed me to my knees, my body to the table as I whimpered. The clamps were pushed down, the sharp edges biting even more as William returned, walking over to Mistress, kneeling before her and presenting her the cane, his head remaining bowed.

 

She stood there for several seconds, the silence omnipresent, the look on William’s face remaining the same though his mind was awhirl, wondering why she did not accept his offering until to his dismay he heard her say. “I have no need for the cane William, it is for you to use, rise.”

Now his confusion was evident as she continued by saying, “I understand you are now in charge of the house and thus you will implement the punishment that must be meted out to this slave.” His face turned ashen, his mouth opening to speak but she simply rolled right over him saying, “Ten strokes of the cane should be adequate to insure that she learns there are consequences to all actions of any of those who serve in this home.”

His hands shook with the instrument of correction in his hands as once again he tried to speak but this time it was the man Anton who said, “You have a choice William, you can give the gurl ten lashes, lashes that Mistress and I feel are adequate or you can allow all of our guests here to do so for you, a total of sixty lashes which she will be forced to endure. I would think sixty lashes might simply break her completely but the choice is yours.”

For William it was like being caught in the greatest of paradoxes, heaven and hell, giving instead of receiving pain and he knew that our owners were trying to prove a point. He also knew as inexperienced as I was, that Master Anton’s words were correct. I would be shattered, possibly beyond repair, the look on many of the individuals faces showing how badly they wished to have the cane in their hands, not his.

With that, he walked over to where I knelt, still whimpering softly as he leaned down, his voice loud enough for all to hear. “Correction is an owners right and privilege. A slave should always be thankful and grateful for that gift. You shall receive 10 lashes as have been instructed and since you are gagged you will be unable to count so I shall do so for you. When I have finished, I will place the cane to your lips and you will do your best to kiss the instrument that has been used on you and when you no longer wear the gag, you will thank your owners for your correction,”

All I could do was lay, bent over the table as my short skirt was lifted even higher and I heard the swish of the cane and it landed directly across my bottom, my entire body jerking, my muffled scream filling the room as I heard a single word, “One.” Each blow was a searing pain, the heat rising quickly as my bottom was turned red. Long, angry looking lines marking the path and by the time I heard the word ten spoken, I was sobbing like a child, my makeup running down my face as the cane was presented to me I did all I could as it was pressed up against my gagged lips. William walked over, kneeling again before Mistress and Master, his voice calmly saying, “I pray my service and my actions bring honor upon your house and that the correction was to your liking.”

Both of them simply nodded, the man taking the cane from his hands, the woman speaking. “William, you will take Gabrielle to the room where you will remove all of her restraints and then tend to her aftercare. Help her repair her makeup and then you both will go to the catacombs where Master and I will join you after our guests have left. I will expect both of you in the correct position and any variation or disobedience to these orders will be dealt with most harshly. You are both dismissed.”

With that the brown-haired man rose, carefully helping me to my feet as I heard wicked laughter, one of the woman having pointed and to my shame, even with the cage in place, I had still climaxed as the blonde haired stranger announced, “Well, it does seem like these two have far more in common than perhaps you or Anton thought my dear.” If I could I would have allowed my head to hang in shame but the posture collar didn’t allow such.

 

William did not speak as he ushered me from the room, my body threatening not to support me as we made our way back to the safety of the room where I dressed. He took out his keys, unlocking my restraints, removing the collar before almost tenderly removing the gag as I began to cry anew and to my surprise, he held me as I sobbed until finally I began to regain a bit of composure before hearing him whisper in my ear, “Lay on the bed on your stomach, do not move, please.”

I nodded, my bottom tender as I tried to close my eyes, to try and figure out what had just taken place as William returned with a container, his voice kind saying, “This is a special compound, it is used to alleviate not only the pain but also to assist in the healing leaving you with no scars. I shall attempt to be gentle but it will cause you some discomfort I fear.”

Once again all I could do was nod as he began and I had to bite my bottom lip hard, to keep from crying out until he was finished, and, like the gentleman he was, he handed me a silk handkerchief to dry my tears. He helped me stand, walking me back into the bathroom and cleaned me gently as I felt the blush rise to my face before handing me a clean pair of panties, helping me into the cool satin, the feeling against my tortured bum bringing a soft sigh from my lips.

With that he cleaned my face thoroughly, washing away my tears and the remnants of my makeup before beginning the process again and I was amazed at how deftly he handled the brushes and instruments as he saw my confusion and smiled saying, “Mistress taught me how to assist her Gabrielle as I shall be assisting you at times.”

I favored him with a smile until finally he announced himself done and I looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised, I looked far better than when I had done my own, thinking he could teach me much. From there, he took my hand and led me back down into the lowest part of the mansion, the same area from which I was kept only one short night ago.

The sight of the cage brought a shudder from my body but he held my hand tightly walking me past and into a huge room, my eyes opening wide, the sight of all the various implements hanging from the wall. Some old, some new but all with a promise of the pain and suffering they could bring.

“Gabrielle?” His voice bringing me back to the moment as I looked at him blinking as I heard him say, “Do you know how to properly present yourself to your owners?” I answered him by kneeling, my knees apart to show my owners what they had claim to, my hands palm down, resting on my stocking clad thighs before lowering my eyes. “Good gurl,” and his praise made me raise my eyes, seeing his smile and I could not help but smile back.

He moved fluidly to do the same beside me though he did not lower his eyes saying, “It won’t be long before Master and Mistress join us, if you keep your voice low I can answer any of the questions you might have little one.”

I nodded, thinking and then with a voice softly whispering began to speak. “If Master was unhappy with you, why did he have you correct me? Why were you not caned, what did I do wrong William?”

The handsome man sighed deeply, his eyes lowering as he responded, “Master and Mistress punished me in the worst way they possibly could Gabrielle, as difficult as that might be to understand. Both of them know of my fervent desire to feel pain and by making me give you that which I so desired, they took away that which feeds not only my body but my soul as well. In return, they have now also found out that you are in addition to your other attributes, a bit of a pain slut as well.”

I couldn’t help it, the blush quickly rising to my face as he continued, “You did nothing wrong my dear, you served beautifully under the very difficult circumstances you were put into. My concern for you put Master into a difficult position, I was to be your trainer yet I allowed my own feelings to override my duties, something which in the end you paid for I’m afraid,” another sigh escaping his lips.

With that silence hung in the air for a moment until it was broken by my voice, once again more whisper than anything as I heard myself say, “I, I enjoyed it.” His eyes opened wide as I felt the crimson once again fill my face as I continued, “The bondage, the gag, the humiliation, even the cane, it was all things I have desired but have never dared spoke of aloud. Like Gabrielle, I have hidden in the shadows far too long,” as tears threatened anew but didn’t appear as the sound of footsteps drew near.

By the time both of the dominants appeared, we were both presented as they had requested, our heads bowed in unison. They had changed, their garb now far more ominous, black leather and lace combined to make quite a presence though neither us saw little but his shoes and her stilettos. I don’t know why I did what I did, I know I didn’t understand proper protocol as of yet but I spoke saying, softly, “Permission to speak Master…Mistress?”

I felt William stiffen beside me but I thought in for a penny, in for a pound as I continued, “I simply wished to say thank you for my correction for showing me my path, I wear the marks with honor and I pray they honor both of you.”

With that I let my eyes remain lowered, awaiting either a cruel word or perhaps even a harsher punishment but instead I was surprised to hear Master speak two words calmly, evenly. “Rise Gabrielle.”

I obeyed quickly, standing, presenting myself as I heard one should, my hands moving to close together behind my neck, my head and eyes lowered only to as I had at the club find my chin lifted, making sure my eyes were looking directly into his as I heard, “Listen closely gurl and pay attention.”

I knew a response was not called for, simply waiting as he continued and I heard, “We tested you tonight Gabrielle. We did so harshly and in your actions you proved us correct. You show the potential to be a valuable addition to our home. You showed grace under even the most difficult of situations and you also presented Mistress and I with a great gift in your embracing of the pain which you were forced to submit to.”

I kept my silence, though my heart beat quickly, my eyes shining with tears of happiness and once again I saw the smile I had viewed in the club what seemed to be a lifetime ago. With that Mistress walked into view, her voice now ringing out, “William, crawl to me now pet.” The other submissive did as he was instructed, even making his moves seem fluid and easy before presenting himself before the hazel-eyed woman.

At that moment in time you could have asked me what the next words to come from Mistress’s lips and never in a thousand years would I have expected her to say to the kneeling figure, “William, I owe you an apology.” I saw the look in his eyes, the words actually hitting him like a slap in the face as he opened his mouth to speak only to have her say, “Not a word, not a single one until I am finished boy.”

He responded well, simply waiting to hear, “You have served Master and I well for many years. In many roles including a butler, a chef, a submissive and as well, a friend. Your actions have constantly shone a positive light on this house and on your owners yet in the arrival of our newest toy, it occurs to me we have neglected your needs. This ends tonight.”

Once again he knew his place, keeping his silence as she smiled before continuing, “I know what you are thinking and what you would say dear boy. Your needs do not matter, it is Master and I whom you serve and our needs are your needs. This is true and a valuable lesson for you as well Gabrielle. However, you both need to know we desire your happiness as well as your service.”

Once again I had to fight back the tears which threatened to fill my eyes as I felt Master’s hand on my shoulders, his voice calmly saying, “Gabrielle, you will undress William and take him to the rings where you will shackle his hands. William, arise and present yourself to Gabrielle.”

The blue-eyed man did as was asked and I felt the smile playing at the corner of my lips as I removed each item of clothing before taking his hand, leading him over, feeling his body shiver as the restraints went into place. A gasp escaped his lips as he was lifted off his feet, until he dangled before his two dominants.

With that I watched as Mistress walked in behind him, a flogger, metal tipped in her hand as she stroked his back with her nails, the moan of pure excitement escaping his lips. I was mesmerized as she began to paint his body in colors of red, some of the marks opening, trickles of blood escaping as his eyes grew glazed, his entry into subspace as beautiful a vision as I had ever seen.

I felt Masters hand take mine, whispering in my ear and I shyly smiled as I walked closer to where William hung. He was positioned perfectly as Mistress nodded to me and I took his hard, aching member in my mouth as she let a flurry of blows, the final ones landing. His scream echoed throughout the chamber, my mouth quickly filling with his seed as I drank greedily from him until his head slumped on his chest, his mind having shut down, his body at rest.

It was only seconds later that I found myself shackled to the floor, stripped down to my corset, stockings and heels and as Mistress knelt behind me, with a single thrust she buried her strap on in my rosebud and as I opened my mouth to cry out, Master filled it with his glorious cock. With that I realized finally, I was home.

 

THE END

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     this slut love this story

     
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    love this story Hon...... can't seem to find the rateing thingy i would give it 5 stars

     
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