The Young Master (Rated R)

2.13

I ran back to the shower and blasted myself with ice cold water, not even waiting for it to warm up. I shivered under the steady stream, but I was glad for the incentive to soap up and scrub off all my my sweat in a hurry. Besides, it reduced the temptation to spend time I didn't have 'thoroughly cleaning' my more sensitive dirty bits. Instead, I cleaned up, dried off, and tore off to the sissy wardrobe room at record speed. I was out of breath by the time I made it, but this time I didn't let that stop me. I wasn't going to be late this time. I was going to get dressed, go upstairs and be the best little sissy maid they had ever seen. And no one was going to stop me..."Ooh just the sissy I was looking for. I was hoping I could make squirties before going upstairs to pway."...except maybe Bambi.

"Pleez, Bambi..." I saw her cherubic features grow positively demonic and I remembered my place, "I mean Miz'ress Bambi...oops...I mean Maman." As if some one pulled a string, her face snapped back to her usual empty smile. "Please, I can't be late to work. I just want to get dressed and go. Pleez, I promeez to make it up later, just pleez let me go."

"EE! You sound so kewt! I've got my very own widdle French dolly!" After her initial giddiness, I saw Bambi thinking over my simple request with the intensity you'd expect for a zen koan. You could practically hear gears grinding until she finally came back with, "Tell you what...I'll fuck you, AND help you get dressed. Cuz let's be rilly rill, without me you won't find diddly poo." She had a point...the so called Wardrobe Room was more like a warehouse of uniforms, outfits, lingerie, and accessories. Row after row of racks filled with hanging plastic bags and underneath them, labeled cabinets. With Bambi's hair trigger cum reflex it would be quicker than looking for it myself, and it would give me an opportunity to prove I could hold off from cumming before my Master...or Mistress...or Mommy did.

"Alright but..." I didn't get time to finish my caveat before Bambi took me by the arm and dragged me down the rows until she got to row 'M' for Maid and walked down to 'F' for French. She fumbled with a few bags and finally took one down marked 'X'...I was already regretting letting her pick my outfit...

I put on the ruffled belt...the white lace tickling the top of my ass and the black silk soft on my hands...and then I realized it wasn't a belt...it was a skirt. Bambi giggled as she handed me some panties to cover my almost completely exposed ass...it was a thong of course, black silk hugged my smooth balls and hard little clit as I pulled them on, the back riding up my ass, nestled frustratingly between my ample cheeks. My legs were a little more dressed...I slid up thigh high silk stockings, black with white ruffles at the top, which looked rather fetching in my stilettos. It was strange, I had been walking around naked this entire time, but the moment I put clothes on, I started feeling exposed...and I liked it. Teasing glimpses of flesh were even more alluring than the unwrapped package. Bambi helped me into a matching corset, tying the strings so tight I could barely breath...but it was worth it to look breathtaking. It was overwhelming, ever layer I added accentuated my transformation. Before when I wore an outfit like this it was kinky, like a game of dirty dress up. But now, it was like they were a second skin, like they where more me than I was...the me I was wanted the be...the me I was becoming. And I looked very becoming in the peasant blouse, cut just low enough to see the tops of my nipples. My outfit was completed with a dainty little bonnet nestled in my flowing blond hair, and I felt complete...whole. I was a little relieved that Bambi wanted some quickie action after all...I needed some relief...

Apparently Bambi needed release just as badly...she pounced on me leaving a trail of lusty giggles as she tackled me to the floor, covering my face in soft kisses. I was already starting to squirm, her teasing left me tingling all the way down to my toes. I moaned wetly, which she took as an invitation to dart her tongue in and out of my mouth quickly, flicking the tip of my tongue of with hers. She lifted her skirt tickling my thighs as she spread my legs and lined her clit up with my sissy hole. I thought I might drown in softness, or go mad as I was tortured with tickles...when Bambi finally gave me something hard..."giggle I can't tell you how ha ha happy I am to finally have a Fwench Maid to pway with." I was getting a good idea, what with her rapid, rabbity thrusts and giggly grunts...

The good news was I didn't have to worry about cumming first...Bambi cooed as she filled me with her sissy spunk...that was also the bad news. I also didn't have to worry about being late she even had time to cuddle into me and snuggle for a few minutes...I stroked her bright pink hair as I marveled that this delicate creature made me her bitch. She wasn't really such a bad gurl...just a bit of brat. The blare of the alarm cut through the fog and sent us scurrying off to our next appointments. She giggled as she bounced away, but I was too nervous to laugh. I ran as fast as I could down the winding corridors, wondering how I knew where to go, how I even knew what the alarms meant for me, and Bambi knew where they were signaling her to go. 

I saw the hanging cages in the foyer as I approached the door, and I shivered, knowing it was only a matter of time before I'd be locked in one, on display for the customers. But I pushed it out of my head...I had more important things to worry about. Like, what exactly was a sissy maid supposed to do? After all, none of the other sissies had real jobs. They were just window dressing. They didn't really expect me to clean did they? In this outfit? 

Whatever they had planned, it had to be better than the basement, I longed for the natural light and familiar feel of my former home...I opened the door and made my way up only to find my old butler...and I mean old...waiting for me. One look at Jeeves' stern face and I knew I was in for trouble. I tried to be friendly, "Bonjour, Jeeves, eet is good to see you again. I look forward to working wiz you." But I guess we were never friends to begin with...

"Don't you, 'bonjour me', you faux French fop! And don't call me Jeeves! My name is Percival, you never bothered to learn it when you were Master of the house, but now that you're just another sissy slave, you will call me SIR! And one more thing you better get crystal clear. You work for FOR me, not 'wiz' me!" I'd never seen Jeeves...I mean Percival...I mean Sir so angry. Then again, I barely ever saw him back when I lived upstairs. I considered the servants beneath me, and the only time I paid them any mind was when I wanted them to complete some menial task I was too lazy to do myself. I guess it didn't endear me to the staff...and now I was beneath them...the thought was a little frightening...and frighteningly exciting. The thrill soon wore off..."Now don't think this is some kinky game. I had to let one of my best cleaners go because they figured they could save money by making you clean. She had two kids. I hope your sick little sex kicks are worth putting her out of work."

I withered under his gaze. My outfit was making me feel exposed, but it wasn't quite as exciting as before. Now I felt vulnerable, laid bare...All I wanted was to be a good sissy, to make people happy, but was wanting that selfish if it meant other people had to suffer? I wished things could just be simple, that I could make things better with a blowjob, but maybe a blowjob can't fix every problem. Then again, "Pleez, Monsieur Sir, I weel do anyzing to prove my dedication." When Sir Jeeve's face grew more ashen than normal, I was sure I'd made a terrible mistake, and then he unzipped his pants...