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I use only the best boned corsetry, made by Vollers, I have at least 20 in various colours and sizes. And of course my little poodles bitches nothing else will do for my girls except the best silk and satin lingerie, marabou mules, in of course baby pink, raven black and cerise. Five inch court shoes, so you may teeter around me, making sure your strict mistress is completely satisfied.
In addition, deportment training, curtsey, etiquette will prepare you for your duties as the Madam Raison D'tre the strict mistress new little sissy. Oh sweetie, I hope you realize, I wont take any prisoners so be prepared to come into the house of a busy Mistress. There are various maid sitting and standing positions, over time you will learn all of these to my SATISFACTION. There are 137 in total, therefore make sure your pencil is well sharpened and note book to the ready for me your strict mistress.
I may, if you prove yourself truly worthy let you help me dress, but only the French maid can do that. Then of course to prepare for the arrival of my other minions. Oh girls, dont think all of your time will be spent in the mirror, thats just not realistic in real life service. You will be a prissy sissy maid, a forced sissy and you know something? You will love every delicious second of it. Obviously my chambers will be spotless, even if I have to make you clean the bathroom floors with your tongue.
Afternoon tea in my household is like a religion, therefore you will be required to wait upon me, and of course my guests. Preparing my favourite tea, Assam of course, black, and strained through the prettiest of silver tea strainers for your wonderful strict mistress.
You will be required to do any duties that are set for you, from household chores, dusting, general cleaning, scrubbing floors, like a good little bitch. Toilet cleaning, washing, ironing. Perhaps even some gardening, I always like fresh flowers. Perhaps one day when your training is up to scratch and you have proved yourself to my high standards, you may be sent on a shopping expedition for your strict mistress.
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Strict mistress was in one of her frilly moods and I was dressed accordingly. Underneath everything was a steel chastity belt to tuck things away, very frustrating but also as sexy as my strict mistress kept the key on a pink satin ribbon around her neck. The key dangled between her breasts, not that I needed an excuse to look there.
My breast forms were glued on. One day, strict mistress said that she would insist on me having a boob job of my own, but I wondered if she was just joking, but then mistress rarely joked about such things. A tingle of excitement and shame ran down my spine at the thought. I wore the sheerest seamed nylon hold-ups covered with some really frilly and noisy white taffeta bloomers which rustled at the slightest movement. They had multiple layers of frills at the back and of course at the edges, top and bottom. The material was double-lined as that felt so much better next to the skin, except of course that the belt prevented any feeling. If I had been bad, strict mistress would add an anal dildo which would lock on to teach me a lesson.
Strict mistress added a matching camisole over my forms, matching the bloomers, very soft and sexy. It seemed a shame to cover such beautiful garments, but I had naturally to wear a maid's uniform, for I was strict mistress's full-time sissified slave, whose whole existence was focused on my strict mistress, whose only reason for being was to serve her. It was a demanding life but one which had its own rich satisfaction in being able to be in my mistress's presence and to bask in her beauty and refinement. The maid's uniform was to die for, a concoction of frills that rustled also, creating the fro fro look so beloved of my strict mistress. The skirt was very full, pushed out by a lavish petticoat which itself was multi-layered and had frills at the edge of each layer. The dress had layer after layer of frills all the way down the dress, a cascade of frills even. Naturally, it locked on at my neck so no escape was possible. At my neck was a ruffle that stood out a full nine inches in all directions, forcing me to keep my head high and making it hard to see much below my neck. Strict mistress had sewn little bells over the breasts so any movement caused a jingle, and also at the top of my arms and along the fringe of the skirt. It was almost impossible to avoid making a jingle in the dress but mistress loved to make me stand still in the dress at times and would cane me if she heard a sound. It was exquisite torture when I had also to wear 5 inch heels to serve her, also locked on with sweet heart-shaped padlocks. The bells also made it plain whether I was working or not and woe betide me if she heard silence when she had set me a task.
Strict Mistress liked to tease me mercilessly. She would have me make tea, serve it to her and then stand back, waiting for orders. Naturally, she would expect me to stand still and not to fidget, and this dress made it hard to be silent of course. She would wait a while, smiling inwardly at my state, liking my frilliness, my submission that I had to look at the floor with my head bowed in supplication as she sipped her tea.
"Were you looking at my breasts, maid Caroline? She might inquire.
"Oh no, strict mistress, that would be most improper," I would retort.
"You
lying little prissy bitch, I know you, you are always sneaking a peak when you
think I'm not looking."
It was true that my strict mistress was so desirable. Strict Mistress would wear such magnificent corsets, having me lace her in, creating such wonderful cleavage in which nestled the key to my belt. I would naturally wish to look at that area, and even more so when I could see the key there and dream of my mistress relenting and using it to free me.
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You deserve a lesson, I won't have such impudence. Assume the position."The preliminaries over, strict mistress commenced the punishment. I had to count each stroke and thank her, my tone allowing her to judge the pace of the punishment. I did not know how many strokes I had to endure, perhaps 30, perhaps more. Strict mistress might give me softer strokes if she was feeling kind, but often she liked to see the welts afterwards for a week and she enjoyed making me cry. I hated it with a vengeance, but the act of submission itself was immensely rewarding and exciting, to be helpless before her, to be totally reliant on her mercy.
After 20 strokes, she paused and walked in front of me, raising my chin with her cane and wiping away a tear.
"So, maid Caroline, do you like to look at my breasts with such abandon? she asked, the position making it impossible for me to do otherwise. She relished the situation, knowing that she could, if she was feeling mean, double the punishment for me having the temerity to look where she was forcing me to look, but at the same time enjoying my obvious delight at the sight. She was so beautiful it melted my heart completely, and in truth she could do anything she wanted with me. I adored her completely, even as she delighted in torturing me beyond the point of endurance.
What could I say? If I said yes, then she could admonish me for being so forward and slutty, if I said no, she could punish me for not worshipping her as was appropriate. She liked to create such situations, to see how I would react, to see if I would take more punishment by being honest in my complete devotion to her. The more compliant and obedient I was under her training, the stricter she became, a virtuous circle that took me to ever greater depths of submission.
"Yes, strict mistress, You know that I adore you completely, that I also beg humbly
to be released from chastity."
Strict mistress laughed at my forward request.
"You can dream of release, bitch, but you have to earn that. You may be
freed if you serve me absolutely perfectly but not before."
Her eyes flashed at my helplessness, at the crushing blow to my hopes of release, even though I was so frustrated after two weeks locked up. She loved my condition, deliberately brushing against me, showing herself, arousing me as she knew the effect she had on me and it delighted her.
She returned to cane me some more. Tears ran freely down my cheeks as she continued, my bottom was on fire but I dutifully counted and thanked her for punishing me. I adored her for being so strict with me, even as I squirmed in frustration and pain. She was such a joy to be with, to serve, I loved her completely my wonderful strict mistress.
Strict Mistress - Forced Sissy Maid Caroline
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