A Matter of Class · Part 2 (2/2)
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“But you will be wearing a more modest wardrobe from now on, do you understand me?” Stephanie threatened.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. At least you already wear high heels,” Stephanie observed as she picked out a Prada stiletto that was five inches high, “another of my clients only wore flats, and I had to convince her that I wanted her in feminine high heels.”
“How did you do that, Mistress?” Allison asked.
“With the whip,” Stephanie casually answered, and she could see that Allison was shaken by her answer.
“You whipped her because she didn’t wear high heels, Mistress?”
“I told you that I have complete freedom of your body, that includes dress as well as use of the lash. Now another of my submissives has a medical reason why she can’t wear high heels – pervious use has damaged her for life – so she has been allowed not to wear them in my service.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Will we be alone for the rest of the day?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes, my Maid only comes in a few hours each week to clean and do the laundry, everything else I do myself, including cooking.”
“Good, so you’re not totally helpless,” Stephanie answered.
“No, Mistress.”
“Good, I want you to remove your clothes, and then put on what’s in the bag,” Stephanie ordered.
Allison walked over to the closet.
“No, darling, you’ve got to strip first,” Stephanie ordered.
Stephanie sat on the bed and watched with wry amusement as Allison stripped off her clothes, placing them on hangers. When she was still in bra and panties, she made an effort to open the bag.
“No, darling, I said naked, and that means everything,” said Stephanie.
Allison soon complied, and she was naked in front of Stephanie.
“That’s better, darling. Now you may open the bag!”
The bag contained a rubber Maid’s uniform, matching stockings, corset, and a pair of gloves.
“There’s no underwear, Mistress,” Allison pointed out.
“Of course not, silly!” Stephanie answered, “Submissives have no need of underwear during a session – that’s so I can get at your breasts, bottom and pussy all that much easier. When you go off to work, and in your normal life, then you can wear bras and panties – we’ll have to go shopping and get you some normally priced things to replace all this Prada & Eres undies.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison answered.
“Now then, get into the rubber hose first, and I’ll help you, since this will be your first time. Now, where in the bathroom do you keep the talcum powder?”
With Stephanie’s assistance, her newest submissive was taught how to get into a rubber garment. Stephanie told her how to coat her legs in powder, and then roll up the rubber stocking and then carefully pull it up her legs. Same for the matching gloves. Next, the uniform itself was zipped up round her, with some powder on her back, breasts, and sides. Finally the skintight garment was smoothed and ready for inspection.
“Go look at yourself in the mirror,” Stephanie instructed.
Allison stood before her full-length bathroom mirror, and gasped at the sight of her wearing the tight black rubber Maid’s uniform. She felt her breasts under the rubber, marveling at how it covered, but did not conceal, all of her feminine curves. She pulled up the skirt to reveal her pussy, and she knew that she was available for whatever Stephanie would demand of her!
“You look divine, darling,” Stephanie complimented her.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Allison answered.
“Now I have another gift for you, and I guarantee that you can’t buy these shoes in the mall,” Stephanie laughed.
Stephanie handed a large shoe box to Allison, who opened it and placed in on the bathroom vanity. She took one shoe out, and then gasped when she saw the straps.
“Mistress, these have a loop for a lock! Can these be…”
“Yes, Allison. They can be locked on your feet. Put them on, please.”
Doing as she was told, Allison placed the shoes on her feet, finding that they were only four inches high, not the five that she had been expecting!
“Do you like them?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes, Mistress, thank you very much.”
“Here are two small padlocks – you may lock them on your feet, Allison.”
Allison closed the two small padlocks on her shoes, and once on, the ankle strap couldn't be removed! She would be in the heels until released!
“Walk around, dear,” Stephanie directed.
Allison walked through her bedroom, feeling very sexy in the black rubber and heels!
“I’m glad that you have a four-poster bed – it makes things so much easier. Could you stand at the right foot and grab onto the post?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison replied.
Allison grabbed hold of the post as instructed, and was mildly surprised when Stephanie reached around her and closed the corset at her front! Then she felt the Mistress begin to tighten the laces, compressing her chest!
“Ever wear a corset before?” Stephanie asked.
“No, Mistress Stephanie.”
“Then I won’t tighten it too much, just a couple of inches at first. Don’t want you fainting from lack of breath!”
“Ooooooof!” Allison exhaled when the laces were tightened, compressing her middle to an hourglass shape.
“There’s a considerable art in learning how to work the laces on a corset, and I was sent to school by my Mistress to learn just how,” Stephanie told her charge, “you’ll be so feminine in a corset.”
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Allison gasped.
Stephanie pulled the laces around Allison’s waist, then tied them at her back, making a proper bow of them.
“There now, you look divine. Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror.”
Seeing herself in the Maid’s uniform, with the black rubber stockings, gloves, locked shoes on her ankles, and lastly the corset, Allison didn’t recognize herself. She was truly a different person!
Then Stephanie walked up behind her, and placed a leather collar around her neck, and locked it shut. It closed with a tiny click that was clearly audible to Allison’s ears. In front was a D ring that could be used to attach her to anything!
“Why don’t you put on your wrist restraints, Allison,” Stephanie ordered, “and then we can get down to business.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Allison did as she was instructed, and soon she was totally ready for action! She couldn’t be released from her uniform until Stephanie was finished with her!
“You look very attractive, Allison,” Stephanie complimented her charge.
“Thank you, Mistress Stephanie.”
“Now I want you to polish all the furniture in the living and dining rooms, and vacuum the rugs as well. Do you think that you can do that?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now go ahead, and if you miss a spot, you’ll be punished, then made to do it all over again, except the second time it’ll be with a dildo harness holding a phallus in your pussy – every step will be agony for you!”
“I understand, Mistress.”
“Good, I’ll be watching from the kitchen having a soda, now run along,” said Stephanie.
Allison wasn’t too surprised when Stephanie gave her a gentle smack on her rubber clad bottom, and she quickly exited the bedroom to fulfill the orders that she had been given!
She polished the furniture in both rooms like a fanatic, leaving not a single inch forgotten, bending down (not easy in the corset and heels!) to get into every beveled edge of wood. Before, she would do just a cursory spray and wipe, but she now suspected that her bottom would suffer if she didn’t do an excellent job, so she took her time – covering every inch with polish, then rubbing it in like a fanatic!
Next she vacuumed, and used every attachment, got into every crevice and under every piece of furniture. She pushed the vacuum back and forth over every inch of carpet, picking up everything in her path. Allison had never taken such time to clean her own place – and this had just been two rooms!
“I’m finished, Mistress Stephanie,” Allison announced after she had stowed everything away.
“Inspection, then! Stand still and silent – that’s the way the household staff used to stand after they had completed their work and the Master of the house would inspect their work.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison answered.
Stephanie inspected every inch of Allison’s work, and indeed the girl really had taken the effort to remove the dirt that Stephanie had managed to place in both rooms. There was no reason to punish her because she had failed to clean, rather the only reason was for her pleasure!
“Very good, Allison. You have obeyed my orders completely, and truly cleaned as instructed.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Next time you don your Maid’s outfit shall be in my house when I command you to clean there, under the same orders.”
“Yes, Mistress Stephanie.”
Stephanie had placed her gym bag containing a few of her toys next to the couch. She seated herself, and opened the bag, placing the implements on the wooden coffee table in front of her. There was a paddle (leather on one side, wood the other); crop; a small flogger; nipple clamps; chains; dildo; and a ball gag. Just a handful of items that could drive a submissive wild when used.
“On your knees, Allison,” Stephanie ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Allison got her knees, and placed her hands on her knees, legs open, as Stephanie had told her.
“Do you know what all of these things are?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“They are all intended to punish you in any way that I desire. You cleaned very well, so there is no reason to punish you for failure. That leaves being punished for my pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Very good, I want you to get on my lap, as I’m going to start with a spanking,” said Stephanie.
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison obediently sat on Stephanie’s lap.
Stephanie raised her skirt, exposing her bottom, and rubbed the girl’s fleshly globes.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Allison’s first discipline at the hands of her Mistress had begun!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Allison had fantasized that she would have been stripped naked in Stephanie’s Dungeon, hung from the ceiling, and whipped! Instead here she was in her own house in a Black Rubber Maid’s uniform, corseted, being spanked!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Stephanie had started slowly and carefully, beginning with small strokes of her hand just to mildly sting Allison’s bottom. She wanted to keep the full force of her hand available for later, when her subject would get the paddle!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Enjoying yourself, darling?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison replied.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Stephanie did not have to be a mind reader to know that Allison was intensely excited by her spanking – she could smell the girl’s arousal from between her legs!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Which made it all-important to start slowly and keep Allison hungering for more, rather than just beat her senseless with a whip, in which case she would almost certainly never see the girl again as a client!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Stephanie decided that she should now use something stronger!
“Allison dear, reach over, get the paddle, kiss it, and hand it to me,” Stephanie ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Stephanie watched as her newest client did as she was instructed, and once she had kissed the instrument, handed it to her Mistress.
“Thank you, Allison.”
“You’re welcome, Mistress.”
“Sit tight!”
Crack!
The harsh sound of the bare wood against Allison’s bottom, as opposed to the more gentle smacks of Stephanie’s hand was quite a contrast between the two. Allison jerked when the harder instrument struck her bottom.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of the paddle echoed through the living room as Stephanie used it on Allison’s bottom. However, Stephanie held back her true strength, teasing Allison – to make the girl want more serious punishments!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Stephanie noted with approval as Allison’s bottom reddened and became warm. Later, she would use Noxzema or toothpaste to sooth her wounds!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Do you like the paddle?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes…yes, Mistress,” Allison stuttered in reply.
“That’s good, because as my submissive you know that there will be more cruel things ahead!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison answered.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ooooooh!” Allison cried when she felt Stephanie’s hand creep into her wet sex and insert two fingers inside!
“You seem to be quite wet,” Stephanie commented, “clean my fingers off!”
Stephanie placed her fingers into Allison’s willing mouth, and she complied with her Domme’s command.
“Very good, darling.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Perhaps you’d like a dildo in your pussy? Tell me, do you have any sex toys in the house?”
“Just my own vibrator, Mistress.”
“What a saucy thing you are,” Stephanie commented.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Have you ever been in bed with another woman?”
“No, Mistress.”
Of course, Stephanie already knew the answer to that question, since Allison had written out her sexual history. She was not a virgin, and had three male lovers so far in life.
“How does the idea of making love to a woman sound to you?”
“It excites me, Mistress,” Allison answered.
“You’re going to be taught how to please a woman in the arts of love,” said Stephanie, “or else be punished for failing.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Your body now belongs to me when you wear my collar.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Yes, Mistress.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Would you like to have a little test?” Stephanie asked.
“How, Mistress?”
“If I place the dildo in your cunt, and continue to paddle you, do you think that you can keep it inside you without climaxing and it falling to the floor?”
“I don’t know, Mistress,” Allison answered.
“Later on, when you’ve been properly trained, you’ll be able to do so easily. I just want to see how much control you have over yourself now.”
“I can try, Mistress.”
“Very good then!”
Placing the paddle down on the table, Stephanie retrieved the dildo, opened Allison’s legs, and then inserted the dildo’s tip at the entrance to her sex.
“Oooooooh!” Allison shook and moaned when the dildo was placed inside her, “Ooooooh, Mistress,” Allison cried.
“How do you feel?”
“Fine…fine, Mistress, I think,” Allison answered.
“You told me that you used a vibrator, why should the dildo affect you so?”
“Because I’ve never been spanked first, Mistress,” Allison answered as she shuddered when Stephanie pistoned the dildo inside her.
“Oooooh!” Allison moaned.
It was simply all too much! Allison thought to herself! The uniform, the corset, her collar, the shoes, a spanking, and now a dildo up her cunt! If Stephanie could excite her so with just a few toys in her own mansion, she could just imagine what the Dominatrix could do when she would be naked in the Dungeon!
“Ready dear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison cried.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Stephanie did not want to paddle Allison so much that the dildo would fall out. She could see how much the girl was straining to control her vaginal muscles in an honest effort to please her Mistress. So Kegel training would be called for!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Allison had certainly demonstrated her submission today, and she would be amply rewarded for it later – with intense training that would leave her covered with whip marks!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Just hold on, Allison.”
“Yes, yes, yes…Mistress!”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“All done!” Stephanie announced, as she put the paddle down and felt between Allison’s legs for the dildo, which was still there!
“Very good, darling,” Stephanie praised her submissive.
“Ooooooh!” Allison groaned when Stephanie removed the dildo from her pussy.
“Very good dear. Now I’ll release you from your outfit, as I have another client that I have to see tonight. You’ve done very well, and I can promise that you’ll just love your first session in my Dungeon!”
“Thank you, Mistress,” said Allison as she got shakily to her feet.
That night, after Stephanie had left, Allison couldn’t wait to zip herself up in the Maid’s uniform and lock the heels onto her feet. She enjoyed the aroma and feel of the latex on her figure, and the sexiness of the uniform.
All she could think about in bed while trying to sleep was what delights awaited her in the Dungeon – all those whips, crops, and floggers were meant for her, and she couldn’t wait!
The End of “A Matter of Class PT1”
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