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I knuckled down and got to work for Master Jonty and Miss Alexis. I had no time to get out of my business dress and slipped on an apron to protect my clothes. My usual apron was still in the wash, reminding me of my own laundry that had been pushed down the priority list because of Master Jonty’s. The only other apron in the kitchen was a much more feminine one. I couldn’t even recall Deborah ever wearing it, maybe she had been given it as a joke .It was white with pink polka-dots, the hem at the bottom was pink lace and the straps around the shoulders were matching in the same shade of pink. The belt strap was also pink and I tied it in a bow behind my back.
My first job was to get the dinner prepared. Luckily Miss Alexis had ordered her favourite salmon dish, which was not too time consuming to prepare. It was just a matter of poaching the salmon and making a sauce and a salad to go with it. I was in the final stages of the meal preparation when I felt the summons command buzz in the Dream Lover chastity device. I stopped what I was doing and hurried to the lounge room. Master Jonty and Miss Alexis were cuddling together on the lounge.
“Get me a beer.” Commanded Jonty
“A chardonnay for me.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
They had not looked at me but as I turned around Master Jonty caught a glimpse of me in my apron and burst into laughter.
“Ha ha ha…look at the little sissy faggot in his apron…Ha Ha Ha…. it suits you!”
I blushed deep crimson in shame as I scurried to get their drinks.
“One minute Dummkopf, come her and give us a good look.”
Commanded Miss Alexis.
I walked over to them and stood there as I endured their laughter.
“Turn around, Dummkopf, give us a pirouette.” said Master Jonty.
I spun around and their laughter grew.
“I suits him Alexis…or should I say her…ha ha ha.”
Miss Alexis laughed too and obviously enjoyed seeing Master Jonty so amused. She was forever trying to please him and if was to at my expense, all the better as far as she was concerned.
“You will wear an apron every time from now when you serve us food or drink Dummkopf.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
“Run and fetch the drinks.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
I had to quickly turn the heat down on the salmon, as it looked close to cooked. I then fetched their drinks. As I served them both their drinks Jonty piped up,
“A good maid should curtsey after they serve a drink Dummkopf.”
“Yes Master Jonty.”
I thought he was joking and made to walk back to the kitchen.
“C’mon Dummkopf, that was an order, you will be punished for that act of disobedience later! Show us your curtsey now!”
Demanded Miss Alexis.
Turning as red as a beetroot I held the hem of the apron and did a little curtsey. The two of them laughed even louder.
“ Ha ha ha. You are our ‘ousie' now Dummkopf! Ha ha ha.” Master Jonty’s laughter had a more mocking tone now.
“What’s an ‘ousie’ Jonty?” asked Miss Alexis
“In South Africa it is our word for a maid, it suits her doesn’t it -Ousie Dummkopf, ha ha ha..”
Master Jonty emphasised the word ‘her’. Miss Alexis laughed along with Jonty, obviously enjoying my humiliation.
“Yes, it’s a perfect name for him ‘Ousie Dummkopf’, our stupid maid. Tell us your name.” She commanded
“Ousie Dummkopf Miss Alexis.”
“Back to the kitchen and serve us our dinner!”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
It was another long night, after serving the dinner and washing up, I had to get Master Jonty’s laundry on and then unpack the rest of his things and carry them into his room. By the time I had taken all his clothes from the dryer and folded them it was 12:30pm and I still had to write my daily performance report for Mrs. Nathaniel. The workload was relentless.
For the next two weeks I began to settle into a routine. Working my butt off for Mrs. Nathaniel by day and for Miss Alexis and Master Jonty by night. As soon as I got home each evening the first thing I did was put my apron on. I had learnt my lesson early on when I rushed straight to the bathroom on getting home. I came out of the bathroom and Master Jonty saw me without my apron on.
“Where’s your apron Ousie?”
“Sorry Sir, just had to go to the bathroom first.”
“Didn’t Alexis say you had to put on as soon as you got home?”
“Yes SIr, sorry Sir, I’ll do it straight away.”
He could sense the fear in my voice and stood to block my path, chest out and hands on hips in a dominant pose.
“Not so fast Ousie, there must be punishment for disobeying orders.”
“Yes Sir.” My voice was shaky, Master Jonty’s tone was threatening. He began to unbuckle his belt and pull it out of his jeans.
“Pants down and hands against the wall.”
He folded the belt in half and proceeded to give me 12 sharp thwacks across the buttocks. They sang like the blazes and my bum burned in agony. I yelped like a girl with each stroke and Master Jonty let me know it.
“Listen to you Ousie, screeching like a girl! Pathetic! “ As he laid the last few strokes on harder.
“Never let me see you in this house again without that apron on understand?”
“Back to work now!”
I pulled up my trousers and scurried off to get the apron.
The next Saturday morning I was clearing away the dishes after serving them both brunch, I had been busy since 6 am. Master Jonty and Miss Alexis didn’t rise until 11 am and had ordered brunch. Afterwards Miss Alexis said,
“After you have done the washing up, report to my bedroom. I have a little surprise for you Ousie Dummkopf! I have bought you a present.”
There was an evil grin on her face that did not augur well. As I washed up I wondered what it could be. It certainly was out of character for her to ever buy me anything. After I had finished the dishes I went to her room and knocked on the door. She made me wait for a few minutes before saying.
“Come in Ousie, stand to attention over there.”
I stood to attention by the window
“I have been talking to Jonty and he said he doesn’t like the thought of living in a house with another man who is obviously so attracted to me, it makes him feel uncomfortable Dummkopf.”
Miss Alexis was wearing a super short mini skirt and expensive black stilettos. I tried my hardest to keep my gaze averted as she paced back and forth. Even though I hated this girl I couldn’t deny she was right about being attractive.
“Even though you are locked in chastity and could never act on your urges, you do have a reputation for perving and it makes Jonty feel uncomfortable. As you probably realise I am very fond of Jonty and do not want to lose him as my boyfriend.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
I wondered where this was going. Was she going to through me out?
“The good news is, having you in the apron at all times has eased some of his feelings but I think it is necessary to go a little further. You want Jonty to be happy don't you Dummkopf?”
I hesitated and she added more forcefully.
“I asked you a question Dummkopf, you want Jonty to be happy and at ease in this house don’t you.”
“Yes Miss Alexis, of course Miss Alexis.”
“I have decided from now on you will dress in full maid’s uniform at all times in the house.”
I was dumbstruck! Full maid’s uniform?
“ I have also been reading the Dream Lover website that many women have said that feminising their male is very useful in terms of getting rid of their male arrogance and ego. So this will serve two purposes. While you may
still wear your male clothes to work, you are now forbidden to wear any male underwear. When you return to your room you will find Jonty has replaced all your male underwear. Be sure to thank him.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.” My head was spinning, I wasn’t expecting this! What would Deborah think I wondered? How I hoped she would return and put her daughter into line. Surely she would agree this is taking it too far.”
“Before we try on your new uniform, it is important that all your body hair is removed. From now on you will shave your whole body with the exception of your head twice a week, understood?”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
“There will be spot inspections at any time from Jonty or, so always make sure you do a thorough job. Strip!”
I took off all my clothes and stood before Miss Alexis. She came over and unlocked my chastity device. I was all a quiver as she slid it off; I hadn't had a release for months now. As soon as the device was removed my willy sprang to attention and grew hard.
“Yuck!” Screamed Miss Alexis,
“Can’t you control yourself?”
“Sorry Miss Alexis.”
“Maybe a cold shower will dampen that ardor, no hot water at all! Off you go and don’t you dare play with it while you do the shave, leave the bathroom door unlocked so I can give a spot inspection if I choose.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
She handed me a razor and ordered me to go to the bathroom. It felt so good to be unlocked, what I would have given for the chance to masturbate. The threat of a spot inspection made me too scared to try though and the stinging drops of icy water from the shower soon led to major shrinkage. Since being locked in the Dream Lover I had been shaving my pubic hair weekly under supervision but I had never shaved my legs, underarms or chest before. After washing myself I lathered up and began the shave. As I shaved my legs I was shocked at the feminine feelings that washed over me. I felt so feminine and emasculated. Like my manhood was being shaven away. It was a very powerful feeling. As I finished the shave, I rubbed my hand over my legs and armpits. It felt so smooth. It made me feel even more submissive. I knew I had lost any resistance (if I ever had any) to Miss Alexis dominating influence over me. I only touched myself where necessary to shave; I didn't even give a little pleasurable rub. Her hold was so strong over me. I returned to her room and saw a black maids dress laid out on the bed and some lingerie.
“Right Ousie Dummkopf, first let’s get your chastity device back on.”
After fitting me with the device she pressed the punishment button and I fell to the floor in agony. Letting out a loud squeal.
“Just checking it’s working Dummkopf, stop your squealing and get up now!”
Did she really have to check with the punishment button, the summons button would have done! But of course she made me feel like I was in trouble and I jumped back up promptly.
“From now on male underwear is forbidden. When you go to you’re cupboard you will find all of your male underwear gone and a spare set of your new lingerie there instead, understood?”
“Yes Miss Alexis.” My voice sounded tentative.
“You’re not sounding very grateful Dummkopf, I have bought you all these things out of my own money.”
‘Her own money’ I thought to myself. Ever since Deborah has been away my bank account had been controlled by Miss Alexis. All of my pitiful allowance goes to buying Mrs. Nathaniel her morning coffee, I have been unable to buy anything for myself at all and now I had to thank her for spending “her money” on my new humiliating uniform. But of course what did pussy whipped me say?
“Sorry Miss Alexis, thank you Miss Alexis, it is very generous of you.”
“That’s better Dummkopf but of course there will have to be a punishment.”
She gave me another zap with the punishment button and I fell to the floor again.
“A good maid must have an attitude of gratitude Dummkopf!”
She laughed with that superior tone of hers and gave me another of her evil grins before continuing.
“You will have to be very conscientious to clean your lingerie each day as you only have one spare set. Understood?”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
“Whether at work or home the following items must be worn at all times except for showering, that means when sleeping too. Firstly your suspender belt.”
She held up a black suspender belt with six straps, it was made of a silky satin like material and trimmed with lace.
“Come over here and face away from me.”
I felt the suspender belt around my waist and then she hooked the clasps behind my back.
“Now put on the panties and stockings.”
I slid on the black panties. They were a full brief style of pantie, made of a satin like material with a thin line of lace trimming. I slid them on and then I put on the stockings. These were also black and quite plain. Nothing fancy. I must admit I quite enjoyed the strange new feeling as they slid over my freshly shaven legs. Next she handed me a white padded bra. I struggled to put it on and she laughed at me.
“You will have to get used to that Ousie Dummkopf, we might need some training.” She let out another humiliating laugh at me. After about 30 seconds I managed to hook it on.
“Let me never catch you without these items on.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
“Now here is your home uniform. As soon as you arrive home after work and immediately on rising at the weekend, the first thing you must do is go and put this on, and I mean immediately! Understood?
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
The maids dress was black, with buttons up the front, it had a Peter Pan collar and when I did up the top button it was quite tight, giving me that slight choking sensation. The bottom half of the dress had two pleats. It was short sleeved with shoulder pads and puffy sleeves with many pleats. There was a stitched on belt, which tied behind the back. Over that went a white apron that tied around the waist. It was quite stiff and had pleats as well. All ironed in with starch. I tied it behind my back.
“That’s not how you tie a bow Dummkopf! Come here.”
Miss Alexis tied the bow for me and then got me to look in the mirror.
“That’s how I expect it to be tied Dummkopf.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
She then opened a bag and pulled out a wig. The wig had red hair and was in a bob style.
“Put this on.”
As I put the wig on I felt even more emasculated. This seemed to be taking it one step deeper.
“Next is your headpiece.”
She handed me a white headpiece. The body was crescent shaped and it had a good inch of white lace around the top. It just covered the front and top of my head, leaving most of the wig exposed.
“Last but not least your shoes.”
She opened a shoebox and produced a pair of black patent leather, 4-inch heels. I slipped into them and they felt a bit tight.
“Let me see you walk in your new shoes Ousie Dummkopf.”
It was difficult for me to balance. This was something totally new to me. The shoes hurt more to walk in and I was worried about long-term wear. I tottered back and forth quite ungainly. Miss Alexis laughed at me again.
“You’re going to need some practice Ousie.”
“They hurt a bit Miss Alexis.”
“You will get used to it, you have to break them in. Now go and take a look at yourself in the mirror.”
I did as I was told and looked at myself in the mirror. I was shocked at the transformation and a feeling of femininity washed over me. I couldn’t believe it was me. I felt so emasculated.
“Now go downstairs and show Jonty, I think he has a chore for you.”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
I went to walk out and took a few steps towards the door.
“One minute Ousie, whenever a maid leaves the presence of her Mistress she should curtsey.”
I turned around, blushing red with shame and gave Miss Alexis a curtsey. I felt so humiliated.
“Good then, off you go Dummkopf.”
I made my way downstairs. I had to hold on to the handrail tight, I was struggling in the heels to stay balanced. I walked into the lounge room and Master Jonty was sitting on the lounge watching a boxing match on TV.
“Well what have we hear, it looks like out new maid, ha ha ha.”
“Hello Sir.” I said meekly blushing red with shame.
“That’s much better my Ousie! I prefer you dressed like that.”
I froze with Master’s eyes upon me. He stood up and walked towards me.
“Let me take a good look at my maid.”
He walked around me. I felt his gaze bear down upon me; it was almost a physical feeling.
“Very nice uniform Ousie, I feel much better with you dressed like that.”
He rubbed his hand down my back and patted my buttock. I had never felt so intimidated by a man before. I felt weak and helpless before him, the power imbalance magnified by my outfit. I was stiff as a board as he touched me. Then he gave my bum a whack with his hand that took my breath away.
“You’re my little maid now Ousie.”
“You exist for my pleasure.”
“Yes Sir.” His tone was menacing, I felt fearful.
“Get on your knees.”
I knelt before him, wondering what was happening. He moved close to me, the crotch of his jeans close to my face.
“I have a little job for you Ousie.”
“Yes Sir.” I was really worried now, he couldn’t could he?”
“My truck needs cleaning and polishing inside and out, a perfect job for my maid.”
At first I felt relieved, I was going to get away from him. Then it dawned on me and I went stiff with fear. This would mean going outside into the street, what if the neighbors saw me? I was filled with panic.
“C.c.c.can I change into my male clothes Sir.”
“What did Alexis say about the wearing of your uniform Ousie?”
“That I was to wear it at all time inside the house and to change as soon as I got home from work Sir.”
“I guess that settles that then, the answer is NO!”
He raised his voice as he said no and I felt a shiver of fear down my spine. I dare not argue that the rule was inside the house and this was outside the house. I just had to suck up Master Jonty’s interpretation.
“And one other thing Ousie, I have something to show you first, follow me.”
I followed him into his bedroom. There was a parcel on his bed.
“I just had this sent over from South Africa, My Grandfather used to use it on our maids and servants over there.”
He opened the box and pulled out what looked like a whip. I went pale at the sight of it. It was about 4 feet long; it had a thicker handle and then tapered down to about one inch thick. It looked like it was made of leather. The thought of a maid being whipped with it sent the fear of God through me.
“This is a genuine South African sjambok Ousie, made from hippopotamus hide.”
He gave it an air swing and the swish had the hairs on the back of my neck stand erect.
“It has been in my family for generations and I thought it might be useful to provide some added incentive for my new maid.”
He gave a few more air swings with the sjambok. I had never been more intimidated or scared.
“Maids who think of disobeying or do not doing their chores to my satisfaction need to know there is a consequence Ousie.”
He gave the sjambok and even harder air swing.
“Lift up your skirt Ousie and drop your panties.”
I went pale with fright; I had not even done anything had I?
“If you know the significance of the consequence it will make the consequence more effective wont it Ousie?”
“I am glad you agree Ousie. I am going to give you just one stroke so you know the sting the sjambok can deliver. Remember Ousie, if you do earn a consequence it will be much more than one stroke.”
“And don’t forget to thank your Master after each stroke.”
He tapped my buttocks lightly with the sjambok, lining up his stroke. The taps got a little harder and I began to tense up. It was so nerve wracking. Then he took a big backswing and laid it on hard.
“Owwwwwww!” I screamed in agony as the leather bit into my flesh. The pain was intense, overwhelming. My bum stung like the blazes. I felt that awful pre feeling before you cry in the back of my throat.
“You forgot to thank me Ousie.”
“Sorry SIr, thank you Sir.” In my overwhelming pain I didn’t think to thank Master Jonty, my heart sank further when I heard him say.
“There will be another 2 strokes for that.”
I heard the sjambok raising then the crack as the next stroke hit my bum, again I screamed out loud, the leather biting hard, burning my butt.
“Thank you Sir.”
“My sjambok is very effective, you have learned your manners already Ousie.” He gave a hearty laugh then laid on the next stroke. This one overlapped the first strength magnifying the agony.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Thank you Sir.”
I screamed louder and felt a tear run down my cheek. My buttocks were on fire in searing agony. This sjambok was one cruel instrument.
“Pull those panties up and get out and clean my truck inside and out. I want it sparkling clean Ousie or else you can get a real taste of my sjambok, you have 90 minutes and I will be out for an inspection, off with you!”
I gathered up the bucket, sponges, car wash, car polish and vacuum cleaner. I was so nervous going outside dressed in my maid’s uniform. As I walked out the door I hesitated, Janet who lived across the road was just arriving home. Janet was a stylish woman in her mid 30’s and was on very good terms with Deborah. They had invited us over a few times for drinks. I had got on well with both her and her husband Greg. I would die of mortification if she saw me in my maid’s uniform. I hid behind a bush and waited for her to go inside. Janet was carrying some plants she had bought and rather than go straight in she laid them out on her front yard. She was taking her time placing them and I started to worry, this was biting into the time I had to clean Master Jonty’s truck, it made me think of the sjambok and my burning ass. Finally Janet went inside and I started to work on the inside of the truck. It was absolutely filthy; I doubt he had cleaned it for years. I had filled a bag of rubbish when I looked over and now saw Janet had come back out with Greg, who was carrying a shovel. It looks like they were going to do some planting. I tried to keep my head down as I cleaned the truck. I made sure I got out on the far side and quickly grabbed the vacuum cleaner to continue. I had managed to clean the whole inside of the truck, including polishing the upholstery without being seen. It was now time to clean the outside. Janet and Greg were still working in the garden. It would be impossible not to be seen when I cleaned the outside of the truck. I had only 40 minutes left. I waited another 10 minutes and started to panic. I would just have to do this and try not to show my face.
As I cleaned the side of the truck facing Janet’s house, I ensured I kept my back to them. For the next 30 minutes they didn’t notice anything. Then just as the finished their planting they must have noticed me. I saw Greg point at me and then they were both looking straight at me. I turned away but then heard their front gate open; they must have been walking towards me. Greg spoke first,
“Hi there, looks like you are doing a good job there, you can do our car next.” He said it jokingly and gave a little laugh.
I tried to make a girly laugh but I was petrified. Janet then spoke,
“We haven’t seen you around here before, my names Janet and this is Greg.”
I was petrified; I didn’t know what to say. I desperately tried not to look directly at them and gave a pathetic, “Hi there ” in my best girly voice. Janet went on,
“Alexis didn’t tell me she was getting a maid, she is a lucky girl. I suppose Deborah is paying your salary?”
I just nodded, and then Greg spoke,
“Hang on Janet, it’s not a girl, it’s a guy dressed as a maid.”
He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. His voice was one of surprise and shock.
“Is that you Phil?…… It is!” He then broke into a hysterical laugh. I could have curled up and died in that moment. Janet started laughing too.
“Oh Phil, you look ridiculous, what are you doing dressed like that?”
I must have been as red as a beetroot. My mind was racing. The first thing I could think of was,
“ahhh….ummm… I lost a bet and had to wash Jonty’s truck.”
Just then to make matters worse, Jonty came out to inspect. He said to Janet and Greg,
“I see you have met our new maid.”
“He told us he lost a bet, what was the bet on Jonty?” asked Greg
“Bet? There is no bet. He offered to become our maid, didn’t you Dummkopf?”
My voice was frozen in shame. All I could do was nod and agree that I had offered to become their maid.
“Dummkopf? Why do you call him that?”
“It is the South African word for idiot, that’s all he is an idiot who is only good for obeying orders, isn’t that right Dummkopf?”
Janet and Greg gave me a look of disgust.
“I always thought you were a wimp Phil, but I had no idea you were one of those!” said Janet
“I picked up you were pussy whipped but didn’t think you a sissy Phil, your disgusting!” said Greg.
“She has her uses, with a bit of South African discipline I will have her trained in no time. She may be able to a few chores for you too.”
“Thanks Jonty, I look forward to that, catch you later.”
With that Janet and Greg went back home. I had never felt more embarrassed and humiliated in my life. Jonty had no concern for that though.
“Doesn’t look like my truck is finished Ousie and your time is up?”
I went back to polishing the last few panels. Master Jonty stood over me, his presence intimidating. I am sure I still had 10 more minutes but of course I was in no position to argue.
“Every minute over will be a stroke of the sjambok Dummkopf.”
That certainly made me step up a gear and I vigorously polished the rest of the truck. By the time I was finished I was 8 minutes late and the thought of 8 strokes of the sjambok ensured the blood ran out of my cheeks. I was as pale as a ghost. Master Jonty found a few spots that he claimed I missed but as far as I could see they were no different to anywhere else I had polished. This made me an extra 3 minutes late, taking me up to an 11 stroke punishment.
“11 minutes over Ousie, such an uneven number, lets make it a round dozen strokes, what do you think Ousie?”
What was I supposed to say, I feared disagreeing would make matters worse and said,
“Yes Sir, a dozen is a nice even number.”
“You are a sucker for punishment Dummkopf, I can’t believe you agreed to that!” He laughed most derivatively at me and I felt totally bullied and weak before him. His use of my nickname Dummkopf whenever I did something stupid seemed to add to my humiliation.
“Up to my room Ousie, stand in the corner with your panties around your ankles and holding your dress up exposing that tush, it’s in for a thrashing!”
I packed up the sponges, bucket and vacuum cleaner and took them inside. As I went to go into Master Jonty’s room. Miss Alexis came down the hall.
“Where do you think your going Dummkopf! You’re not allowed in Master Jonty’s room!”
“He sent me in to await my punishment Miss Alexis.”
“Did he now? And what did Ousie Dummkopf do to earn herself a punishment.”
“I failed to clean his truck in the allotted time Mistress.”
“That’s very naughty and very lazy, you are going to have to learn to work faster aren’t you Dummkopf?”
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
“I think I will stay and watch this.”
Miss Alexis followed me in to Master Jonty’s room. I could hear her giggling as I took up my position, lowered my panties and lifted my skirt.
“What are you doing Dummkopf?” Miss Alexis asked in a tone of mock shock.
“This is the position Master Jonty ordered me to wait in Miss.”
The wait seemed interminable but finally Master Jonty arrived.
“Alexis! I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Dummkopf told me she was sent here for a punishment, I wanted to see how my big strong man delivered it.”
She stepped towards Master Jonty and caressed his chest and arms very seductively. I feared this might encourage him to punish me even harder as he tried to impress Miss Alexis.
Master Jonty picked up the sjambok.
“What in God’s name is that Jonty?” asked Miss Alexis
“It is a sjambok. I had my Mother send it over from home. Grandpa used to use this on our servants back home. I didn’t think it would be used again, but circumstances have changed somewhat now I have my very own sissy maid.”
He emphasised the words sissy maid, in a mocking tone.
“It looks like it can deliver a fierce blow Jonty.”
“It sure can.”
He gave an air swing that cut ferociously through the air. It took my breath away just hearing it.
“Stick that ass out Ousie!” His tone was harsh and strict. I immediately obeyed. He stepped towards me, pulled the sjambok back high and then,
He delivered an almighty blow. The pain was searing, like a red-hot poker burning across my flesh. I screamed in agony. It was much harder than the earlier warning strokes. My legs turned to jelly. Somehow I remembered to say,
“Thank you Sir.”
Miss Alexis then spoke,
“Wow Jonty! That was incredible, can you do it any harder?”
The bitch, it was a murderous stroke and she asks if he can do it harder!
“Why certainly my fair maiden.” He put on a fake posh accent as he said it. I heard the backswing and then
This one hurt even more and was harder again. Once more I screamed. I could hear Alexis laughing.
“Oh Jonty! This is making me wet.”
The bitch was getting turned on watching Master Jonty whip me! My suffering was her pleasure.
“You are a little hussy Alexis.”
His tone was lustful and he smiled broadly.
Miss Alexis giggled, flirting with Master Jonty. She walked over to him and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Let me see those pecks as you do this Jonty.”
She rubbed her hands over his chest and licked her lips, giving Master Jonty a craven look. Another backswing and
This one overplayed an earlier stroke and I screamed to high heaven.
“Oh Jonty, that was amazing, you are so skilled with that thing.”
Jonty laughed approvingly, he was enjoying Miss Alexis’s attentions. Miss Alexis than grabbed the crutch of his jeans.
“An skilled with this thing too!”
They both laughed together as I tried to fight back the tears. Miss Alexis must have heard my struggle.
“Do you think you could make our Dummkopf cry with the next one Jonty? That would be sooo hot!”
She unbuttoned her blouse as she said it, revealing the top of her bra and enticing Master Jonty with her cleavage.
“Your wish is my command Miss Alexis!” The way he said ‘Miss Alexis’ was mocking the way I had to address her, he had never addressed her like that before. He then laid 3 hard searing cracks of the sjambok in quick succession.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The first of the three was on some fresh flesh, the second over laid the first and the third got the top of my thigh. It was murderous and once more I screamed. I felt my knees collapse underneath me and fell to the floor
“Stand up Dummkopf!” Yelled Master Jonty. I stood up and was trying to fight the tears.
Miss Alexis came up and turned my head around.
“O look, our little sissy has some tears Jonty, I always suspected she was a big girl!”
She laughed in my face
“I thought you said you would make her really cry Jonty, please for me….”
Her voice was a sarcastic pleading tone. It was enough to really spur Master Jonty on.
The final six strokes then rained down on my ass. Overlays, thigh cuts and blistering hard ones. It was enough to break me and I started bawling. All I could hear was Miss Alexis laugh. She grabbed the sjambok of Master Jonty and pulled him onto the bed. They started to kiss passionately.
“You can piss off now Dummkopf!” said Master Jonty.
I pulled up my panties and left them to their romantic interlude.
Since that interlude it seemed Miss Alexis was always extra keen to find some fault in my work that would earn me a taste of the sjambok. Every time she ordered me to do something she would add, “And if you don't do it properly you will be reporting to Jonty for a taste of his sjambok.” I am sure she loved the effect that had on me, as I would scurry to do her bidding.
At work I had started to get used to wearing the women’s underwear. At first I worried someone would notice but after a couple of weeks no one had said anything and I felt more relaxed. Then one day as I was at my desk working I felt the summons command in my chastity device. I immediately went to Mrs. Nathaniel’s office and knocked on the door.
I came in and stood in front of Mrs. Nathaniel’s desk. I had been trained not to sit down unless invited to. She kept me standing there for a few minutes as she typed something on the computer.
“I just received an email from your step daughter Alexis, Dummkopf.”
My heart sank; I knew this would not bode well.
“She tells me there is maid at your house who does all the chores now.”
I blushed red, fearing Miss Alexis had told her everything.
“Yes Mrs. Nathaniel.”
“Apparently she even wears a maid’s uniform at all times?”
She gave a knowing smile; this was torment, as I remained standing.
“Yes Mrs. Nathaniel.”
“Alexis said if I give you my laundry to take home the maid will do it all for me, isn’t that nice of her?”
Oh my God I thought, on top of everything else I was now going to have take Mrs. Nathaniel’s washing home and bring it back on the bus each week. I knew what I must say though.
“Very nice of her Mrs. Nathaniel.”
“She said the maid would do all my ironing too.”
“Yes Mrs. Nathaniel.”
More late nights slaving away I thought to myself. I was beginning to think that maybe Miss Alexis hadn’t told her that was maid was really me.
“Sometimes I think a maid would be handy around the office Dummkopf, don’t you agree. After all the kitchen is often a mess and the cleaners cost a fortune.”
“Yes Mrs. Nathaniel.”
Mrs. Nathaniel then stood up and walked around her desk to me.
“Alexis also told me the maid has to wear stockings and a suspender belt, she is not allowed pantyhose! That is very old fashioned isn’t it Dummkopf?”
“Yes Mrs. Nathaniel.”
“She also asked me to make sure the maid is adhering to her dress code.”
O God no, she did know.
“Undo your trousers Ousie!”
I flushed red with shame and humiliation as I revealed my garter belt and stockings.
Mrs. Nathaniel laughed and had a broad smile on my face.
“A sissy maid, I should have known Dummkopf, you are such a wimp. Whatever did Deborah see in you? Since you agreed it would be good to have a maid around her you now have some extra duties. The kitchen and bathrooms will be cleaned before you go home each day. Understood?”
“Yes Mrs. Nathaniel.”
“And if it is not up to scratch this will be sent around the office on a group email and you will be wearing your maids uniform to do the chores here at the office understood?”
“Yes Mrs. Nathaniel.”
She turned her computer screen around and there was a photo of me in my full maids uniform that Miss Alexis must have sent her. The look of triumph on her face said it all. I was totally under her thumb now with no way out.
For the next few weeks my life settled into a grueling routine at both work and home punctuated by visits to Master Jonty’s room for a taste of the sjambok eagerly watched on by Miss Alexis. Even Mrs. Nathaniel was reporting infractions to Alexis who would award punishments. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sat down and it hadn’t hurt. I rarely got more than 6 hours sleep and my only rest seemed to be on the bus to and from work.
Then one Saturday Miss Alexis informed me that I was going to the gym with her. Miss Alexis had been doing a Zumba class but had hurt her ankle and was going to have to miss a few classes. Because she had already paid for the term of classes she thought it a good idea that I should take her place.
“No good letting the money go to waste is it Dummkopf?”
“No Miss Alexis.”
She dressed in me in a pair of hot pink tights, which showed the bulge of my chastity device. She then gave me a yellow feminine single top with spaghetti shoulder straps that exposed my midriff. I felt so self-conscious as we walked into the gym. We walked past a couple of guys doing weights and they made no effort to hide their laughter.
We went into the class and Miss Alexis introduced my to Vera who was the instructor for the class. Vera was tall about 6 ft., had short bleached white hair and was very muscly. She looked like an athlete at the peak of her fitness.
“Hi Vera, this is Ousie, my maid, thanks for letting her take my place in the class, I thought it would do her the world of good.”
I nearly died! She introduced me as her maid!
“Hi Ousie. Its nice to meet you, Alexis has told me all about you.”
She gave a wicked smile as she emphasised the word all.
“Hello Ms. Vera.”
“This is a tough workout Ousie, don't think because it is Zumba it is just for fun, If you are not exhausted and covered in sweat at the end it means you haven’t done it properly.”
“I have the special motivator I told you about Vera, that should ensure she has the incentive to put in a solid workout.” said Alexis
She held up the remote control of the Dream Lover device and Ms. Vera gave a broad smile.
“This will be interesting, I am keen to see how this works Alexis.”
Another 10 women arrived for the Zumba class. It looked like I was the only ‘man’. All the ladies were quite young and attractive and looked fit, slim and healthy. They were all wearing tights and tight fitting sports tops or singlet tops. After over 4 months of chastity it was quite overwhelming just to be in the same room as these gorgeous women, I could feel my willy grow and then get crushed by the chastity device. The salsa music started and I tried to copy Vera’s moves. It started out slowly with some steps to the side and then sliding the other leg over, moving the arms from side to side. The woman in front of me had the most gorgeous shapely butt and her long blonde hair hung loose and swayed over her back. It was so distracting. I think Alexis must have notice and gave me a little buzz in the chastity device. My focus returned to Ms. Vera. The tempo then started to pick up. We had to pump our arms up and down and do a squatting motion up and down, I was struggling to keep up and felt the pain in my upper thighs. I felt a more severe buzz in my chastity device. This had the desired effect. Ms. Vera smiled at Alexis, she must have noticed.
The sight of the other women’s boobs bouncing around had me feel all flustered. We moved on to an even more vigorous routine where we danced on one foot then the other, swapping from foot to foot over and over and moving our arms up and down vigorously.
“C’mon girls shake that booty!” called out Ms. Vera
I tried to shake my butt.
“You can do better than that Ousie! Put some rhythm into it!”
That was the cue for Alexis to give me another buzz. I shaked my booty for all I was worth!
After a while my thighs and arms were aching, I was using muscles I hadn’t used for a long time. I had to stop to catch my breath. Then I felt it, Alexis pressed the punishment button on the Dream Lover and I fell to the floor in agony.
“C’mon Ousie, up you get!” called out Ms. Vera.
I got up and pushed myself on. The next move involved putting hands in the air and thrusting the body forward. I felt so self-conscious even ridiculous compared to the wonderful way the other women were moving. The tempo was getting faster. Sliding side to side, throwing my arms around, shaking my tush. This was exhausting. Every time I made a mistake or slowed down, Alexis was on to me in a flash and would zap me with the device. At the end of it Ms. Vera was right. I was knackered and covered in sweat, panting for all I was worth.
“Well done Ousie!’ said Ms. Vera. That was amazing.
“Don’t congratulate him Vera, it is the magic of the Dream Lover!”
One of the other ladies said. “What’s a Dream Lover?”
“It is a wonderful device that goes on his willy and I can deliver a remote electric shock with this remote control. It ensures instant obedience doesn’t it Ousie?”
“Yes Miss Alexis.” My voice was meek and I bowed my head humbly.
“I’d like to see that,” said Ms. Vera.
“Show the girls your Dream Lover Ousie?”
She wasn’t serious was she? I was mortified! The shame and humiliation was extreme. Having to show my Device to all these ladies whom I had only just met. I reluctantly slid down my tights and place my hand under my chastity cage to give them all a look. Miss Alexis made me point out where the electrodes were. There were gasps and ‘oohs and ahhhs’ all around, Ms. Vera was the most interested and asked if she could have a go of the controls. She put me through some extra Zumba paces, buzzing me if I didn’t do exactly what she wanted.
“Ingenious Alexis!” I know a few men who need to be fitted with one of these straight away!
“Yes I am getting one for my boyfriend today!” said one of the other ladies.
“It looks quite a small cage Alexis.”
“Plenty big enough for Ousie!”
I had to endure more laughter at my expense.
“Look how red he is going!” said another lady.
My humiliation and shame was complete. Any traces of pride and dignity were long gone now. The humiliation hurt so much tears started to run down my cheeks. They didn’t elicit sympathy just more laughter. As we drove home Alexis asked me,
“That was fun wasn’t it Dummkopf?”
It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life but I knew what I must say,
“Yes Miss Alexis.”
“What do you say Dummkopf?”
“Thank you Miss Alexis.”
The months of misery rolled on, the grinding routine relentless and exhausting. It was nearly time for Deborah to return. I was sure it would lead to a moderation of my intense submission when she got back. She would get Miss Alexis to ease up on me I was sure. Then one night Miss Alexis was working on her laptop in the lounge room. She summoned me in.
“I have an email from Mummy for you Dummkopf.”
“Yes Miss Alexis?”
“Let me read it to you.”
She had that victorious smile on her face.
“ Dear Phil, I have something important to tell you. Mrs. Nathaniel has sent me photo’s of your cross dressing and to put it mildly I was shocked and horrified. How you could have hidden this side of yourself from me is disgraceful. Thank God I have had Laurens here to comfort me through this traumatic event. I was going to break it off with you immediately and order you to leave my house but Alexis convinced me to let you stay on as our maid. Laurens will be moving in when we return home and you will now be the housemaid for all 4 of us. This is the only way forward now.. When we return you will address me as Mistress and Laurens as Master. See you in two weeks.”
“No No No!” I cried out. I was devastated! Miss Alexis let me read it for myself. It was dated almost 2 months previously! Miss Alexis had known this for that long and decides to tell me just before Deborah is due back. It was so unfair! The anger started to well up inside and I raised my voice,
“But you forced me to dress up Miss Alexis! You told her it was off my own initiative didn’t you?”
“Shut up Dummkopf! Who do you think she will believe? Anyway she has found a real man now! As if she would ever want a sissy like you as her partner! I knew you were wrong for her from Day 1.How perfect our household will be with me and Mum and Jonty as his Dad. Jonty’s Dad is a real man, just like Jonty not a submissive wimp like you! You have found your rightful place Dummkopf, a slave and a sissy maid. I will get Jonty to give you a hiding for that outburst. Never ever speak to me like that again.”
“Yes Miss Alexis, sorry Miss Alexis.
My hopes were of a reprieve were now dashed, I had lost the one relationship that I had valued above all else, put up with everything Miss Alexis had dished out only to end up an emasculated, chaste, sissy maid faced with a lifetime of grueling servitude ……