Becky was lounging in a comfortable lawn chair watching George scrub the aluminum rims of her boyfriend's car with a toothbrush.
This extension to the deal had been happily granted by the girls, after Becky casually mentioned that she had no private car, but used either her Mother’s or her boyfriend’s.
It was a hot summer day and the sun shining directly on his back raised the temperature inside his almost hermetical black uniform to excruciating levels. He was incredibly thirsty while Becky took sips of ice cold lemonade that she refilled from a big jug George had prepared for her.
Becky lived with her Mother Ethel. To wash her car was not as much effort, but still had a downside, because Ethel was a elderly Lady who insisted to thank George personally for his efforts.
With Myrna's blessing, Becky would take George home in the backseat of the car, where he would “insist” to prepare and serve tea to them while listening to Ethel’s stories. George actually found it to be a pleasant 30 minutes once a week in relation to the constant drudge and humiliation. However, Becky would never take him home afterwards. He had to walk all the way back to the Mansion, in his Maids uniform.
“Mother loves our Teatime very much, Georgette. I believe she genuinely thinks you are a girl. You certainly look the part, but you should try to talk in a more feminine voice next time.”
“Yes, Miss Hamilton”
“I said more feminine, girl. You will practice when you talk to me.”
“Yes, Miss Hamilton” George repeated with a higher pitch now. “Thank you Miss Hamilton”
“You are welcome.”
Becky was quite particular about how meticulously every nook and cranny had to be washed, brushed and polished to satisfy her boyfriend Daryl.
Every time George moved to another wheel Becky had him change the position of the chair, the little table with the lemonade and the parasol she was sitting under accordingly, to keep a close eye on him.
“Daryl said the other day he thinks you should be the one thanking him for being allowed to touch his car. He said he could think of several ways. Can you imagine what he is talking about girl?”
“I… I would rather not ... think about it, Miss Hamilton”
“But it is not about what you want girl, Is it?”
“No, Miss Hamilton”
“Aren’t you grateful to Daryl for allowing you to clean his beautiful car?”
“Yes, I am Miss Hamilton. I am grateful to Daryl”
“Daryl is a man, a real man. Someone like you should regard him as a superior, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Miss Hamilton”
“You will always refer to him as Master Daryl”
“Yes, Miss Hamilton”
“Good. Now tell me, do you have a message for Master Daryl?”
“Please tell Master Daryl I am very grateful for being allowed to clean his car.”
“Are you, Georgette? Then tell me, what should a sissy like you do to show her gratitude to a superior?”
“I… I don’t know, Miss Hamilton.” George didn’t want to think about the subject
“I believe you do know, girl! Do you want me to bring that up in the presence of Myrna maybe? What will a sissy do to show her gratitude to a superior?”
“Uh.. anything”
“That’s right! You will do anything Master Daryl wants you to. Don’t you? Say it!”
“I am…” George began, after a second of hesitation, but Becky immediately interrupted him.
“When you refer to yourself, you should never use “I”. You have such a sweet name, why not use it? When you talk to me or Daryl you must always call yourself Sissy Georgette from now on and don’t forget to use your girlish voice either, and add a cute little lisp to it.”
It took a few more corrections before George said it the way Becky wanted him to.
“Sissy Georgette feels honored and grateful to clean Master Daryl's beautiful car. Sissy Georgette wants to show her gratitude to Master Daryl and craves to do anything to give him pleasure. ”
“That’s so nice of you to say, Georgette!”
George realized that Becky had recorded the whole thing, when she played it back to him on her phone.
“Daryl will love it. Maybe one of these days he will even take you up on the offer.” She smiled and extinguished a spent cigarette with a satisfied moan
On top of all the humiliations Becky was constantly smoking. The smell painfully reminding George what started this whole mess he was in.
“Would you care for a cigarette, Georgette?”
“No, Miss Hamilton”
“I don’t believe that, Girl. It was not so long ago, that we took smoke breaks together in the backyard. You even kept my pack of cigarettes in the garden shed, remember?”
“Yes, Miss Hamilton” George remembered only too well. Becky’s mother was not fond of her smoking, so he had agreed to keep her cigarettes in exchange for sharing them, since he could not afford any.
“The truth is you would like to have a cigarette, but you are not allowed to, right?”
“Yes, Miss Hamilton.”
“So you lied to me when you said you said you don’t want a cigarette?”
“I am sorry Miss Hamilton”
“Who is sorry?”
“Sissy Georgette is sorry Miss Hamilton.”
“I am not sure I should let this slide girl. Maybe if you did a nice cleaning job. Get up and stand aside so I can see.”
“Stay right there, in the sun.” She said as George tried to walk into the shadow of the parasol.
“Say, did you ever hear back from your wife about that key we sent her, Georgette?” Becky asked, while she walked around the car, inspecting it in detail.
“No, Miss Hamilton”
“Oh dear. How long has it been now, a month?”
“Six weeks and 3 days Miss Hamilton.”
“Daryl would go mad after 6 hours” She laughed “I can tell you are really desperate to keep such close count. You didn’t have any sex the whole time? You can’t even have an erection, can you?”
“No, Miss Hamilton”
“You poor girl, I bet your balls are purple by now and ready to explode. Isn’t she due to return one of these days?”
“Today, Miss Hamilton.”
“Oh? Is that why you are all alone at home?”
“Yes, Miss Hamilton, they are picking her up from the airport.”
“I am not keeping you from any important preparations, Georgette, do I?”
George had finished most preparations for Diann’s welcome beforehand, Becky was merely eating up the only time he had for himself in weeks.
“No, Miss Hamilton”
“Good, because you will move on to clean the interior now.”
The closed car had been heating up in the sun all morning. George sighed. He was already so hot and thirsty.
“Wait, you must be parched.” Becky reached into the jug of lemonade. George heard the sound of the ice cubes against the glass, as she fished out one of the lemon wedges he had put in as a garnish.
“Here you go.” She said, holding it up to his mouth. George bit down on the sour fruit. The little little bit of acidic juice it yielded only seemed to make his dry mouth worse. And the bitterness of the peel lingered in his mouth.
“Isn’t that so refreshing? Aren’t I so nice to you?”
“Yesh, Mish Hamilton”
“Then why aren’t you smiling? Eat up your treat and then I want you to smile and thank me in your best girlish voice, and give me a curtsey too!”
George chewed the peel and swallowed it down, intensifying the bitter taste in his mouth.
“Thank you for the treat Miss Hamilton” He said in a feminine high pitch and curtsied to her. It was still shocking to him how quickly and thoroughly she had embraced the amount of dominance and humiliation she was able to exert over him.
“You are welcome Georgette. Now in you go.” She opened the door and a wave of hot air hit him in the face.
“Crawl into the leg space, girl. You are going to honor Master Daryl before you begin. I want you to find the spot on the driver's seat where Daryl’s balls would rest while riding this beauty. Kiss the space of his manliness.”
The surface of the leather seat felt blistering hot to the touch of Georges lips.
“You know, when I picked up the car earlier, Daryl was waiting for me. He was nude and sitting in this very seat, completely erect and smiling at me. I gave him a blowjob right then and there. He didn’t even have to ask.”
Becky pushed his head into the seat “Take a deep breath, you should still be able to smell him.”
“He is getting his cock sucked, and you are wearing a dress and have your little dick locked away. Do you see why you need to be grateful for cleaning his car and smelling his balls?”
“Take a look at the stick shift .”
George raised his head. It was a thick metal rod with a polished stainless steel ball on top
“Maybe you should better imagine how to give a blowjob and not to receive one.”
“Kiss it! Taste the sweat of his manly palms.”
The steel felt even hotter than the leather.
“I want you to take it in your mouth. Slide your sissy lips lovingly over the smooth surface all the way down to the rod. Good, now raise your bum!”
Becky took the little handheld vacuum cleaner, turned it on and stuck it under Georges crotch. The vibration travelled up into his chastity device, giving him a little pleasure that quickly turned into discomfort.“Stay like this and enjoy.”
“For lying to me earlier, we are going to keep all doors and windows tightly closed while you clean everything to perfection. You may start when I you hear me knocking.”
Becky closed the door and sat down to have another cigarette.
Part 4